Latrelle On My Block Novels & Stories

unheard from being, turning around I saw Theo standing there with a glass in his hand. “ that better be water,” I told him because he is not eighteenth yet I know that doesn't matter to us but I still want my brother to not rush into anything. “ it's just a soda nothing more, you didn't answer are enjoying the party,” he asked again. “ ahh yeah it's not bad I just can't wait to get out of here man “ “ I know you can't wait to get to the dirty party of the night,” he said Little doe he knows that dirty part of the night is the best part of the all-night, looking at him I say “ when you find your mate you'll understand”

Waiting a few minutes after posting the video to make it look like she arrived with the group, Leila pulls her car to a halt and with a nervously pounding heart, she mindlinks Theo but he blocks her almost immediately. She tries again and again and again but the result is the same. Her heart sinks, tears coat her eyes and she drops her head, thinking her plan has failed when something buzzes in her head and she sees the gate of an old abandoned gym in her vision. “You’re at the old gym?” She asks Theo through the mindlink which he drops immediately.

Leera announces as she pulls her phone from her pocket to call her brother. Slate takes his laptop and moves to sit on the floor in front of India to get as much information from her while she's still agreeable. Benny hands me a glass of whiskey as I take a seat at the barstool next to him on the island. “How did life get so fucked up so quickly?” I ask no one in particular.

I say to both of them. “All of us here we look out for you, but we need your help to get out of here, please. We want to go home to our families,” Lettie says. “Lester was trying to get Tatina and Draco to come to New Orleans. I do not know if he got ahold of them. I cannot remember. The drugs have my brain all fuzzy. I do not remember what he told me. I am sorry,” I say. “Let’s hope they come,” Lee says.

She mumbles. Meanwhile, in Merle Cafe three blocks away from Château de Sapphire. Latton is having lunch with Vivian Bloom. The latter brought her brochures. Latton is planning to purchase a new bag for her birthday and Viv is more than happy to help her with it. “I’m happy to meet you for lunch on your birthday and, as I promised, here’s a box of freshly baked cookies,” Vivian says while handing the box to her. “You’re too nice, Vivian,” Latton says while smiling gleefully.

And then there’s me, one minute having my mom stick plasters on my knee after coming off my skateboard, the summers of doing nothing as a kid but skating, playing ball, running around and hiding in the bushes playing ambush, to living with Immi and having my own baby girl on the way. “You gotta chill out, Bro. There’s nothing to worry about,” I tell an anxious Atlas who is pacing the large suite of one of the finest hotels in Minnesota. “You’re gonna wear this damn carpet out. Here have a sip of this.” I hand him the hip flask with brandy in it. “It’ll take the edge off.” He takes it and slugs some back, then I take a shot. “What if she decides last minute, no?”

“Sounds like a superhero duo.” They bumped fists and continued walking. Scene – Leo’s Studio, Video Call Night Greg and Helena joined Tessy and Leo on a video call that weekend. Leo was in his new recording space, proudly showing off his setup. Tessy wore her Brentford hoodie and was stretched across her hostel bed. “Group trip, Christmas,” Leo announced. “To where?” Tessy asked. “Anywhere that sells meat pie and has Wi-Fi,” Leo replied. Helena laughed. “That could be anywhere in Lagos.”

“I won’t.” Layla stepped outside. The evening air was cool.Streetlights flickered on as the sky darkened while her heart beat faster as she walked down the street. One block. Two blocks. Three blocks. She stopped near the corner Elias had always dropped her. Her phone buzzed again. Elias: Still stuck in traffic. Layla typed back. Layla: I’m already here. Elias:You should go inside. I will text you when I'm there.

The package inside was not even opened. Letitia unwrapped one and took out the white inhibitor inside, "Do you want to do it yourself or should I help you?"

3 My Lyft driver drops me off at the T.H.E.M. headquarters—a warehouse in Chatsworth that fronts as a porn distribution warehouse. As I get out of the car and walk towards the warehouse, I can feel the driver’s eyes on my ass, no doubt imagining me performing in one of the movies stored within the building. Pig. He’s lucky I’m still—at the moment, at least—under contract with T.H.E.M., otherwise, I very likely would have killed him then and there just to work off some of my stress from mother’s funeral. Maybe if Zeke fires me, I’ll get lucky on my return home and get the same driver . . . A girl can dream.