Chapter 18 Blond
KENDRA
"What's up, biiiitch," I teased happily.
"Look who decided to come back," she said.
I heaved a sigh.
"I was beginning to think you were going to spend the night at the damn club," she deadpanned.
"I was beginning to think you were going to kill my phone with your panic texts," I said, walking past her and into that house.
"Well, your mother makes me panic," she said, following me behind. "And your dad, makes us want to fucking explode."
I rolled my eyes, scoffing.
"Thank goodness, your mom didn't ask for FaceTime," she went on as I took steps towards the luxurious living room.
I found Chris, Mercedes' twin brother, seated on the white sofa and scrolling through his phone. He is the typical good-looking African American guy, dressed in his black tank top and grey sweatpants.
He is sexy and all.
I almost smashed him but he is no fun.
"Oh hey, Chris," I said, smiling as I stood behind the sofa far opposite his.
"Hello, Kasandra," he said, looking at me momentarily.
"Ha ha. Very funny,"
"Apologies. Now I can go to sleep since my worried sister's long-lost girlfriend is back safely," he said, making me furrow my brows as he got on his feet.
"Good night, love birds," he said.
Huh?
"Shut up, Chris," Mercedes shunned calmly as he walked towards the stairs.
Mercedes heaved a sigh, making me look at her.
She gave me that attitude look.
"You woke him up because of me?" I asked, gesturing at Chris with my thumb.
"No, I didn't. Have you forgotten he exaggerates?" she asked, walking past me.
"I told you I would spend a lot of time there."
"Yeah yeah, so how was it?" She asked, sitting on the arm of the sofa, folding her hands and staring at me.
I let it a sigh and walked around the sofa. I sat on it and shrugged.
"It was fun. I had a lot of fun."
"I can tell."
I nodded.
"With who?"
I scoffed. "Who's who?"
"Your fun snack," she asked.
"No can't tell," I said, caressing my hair.
"Oh wow,"
"I told you I wouldn't tell you so," I shrugged.
"Fine. Suck it in. But, I believe you are ready for our fun time tomorrow at Vin club."
I furrowed my brows and twisted my lips.
"Tomorrow?"
She scoffed. "Yes, tomorrow."
"I don't....."
"No, bitch. We are going." she blurted.
I heaved a sigh.
"I didn't force you to go to that club tonight when we are supposed to go to Vin club tomorrow."
"Fine. We will go." I said, rubbing my temples. I just had hot sex.
I need to sleep, bitch.
"Of course we are. Besides, I heard Carlos will be coming too. I have missed that Italian dick," she said, smirking as she rubbed her hair down seductively.
I scoffed. "Girl, easy on the seduction."
She chuckled.
I rolled my eyes, getting on my feet, and walked past her.
"And oh, before I forget, Dennis will be there too." She said, following me behind as I headed for the stairs.
"Who the fuck is Dennis?" I asked, climbing the stairs.
"What do you mean who the fuck is......you fucked him once."
"I did?"
She scoffed. "Very funny, Kenzy,"
I chuckled.
DAYS LATER........
AT SPEED-STEPS DANCE THEATRE.....
"Mom, please. You and Alex can go to Grandpa's place. Why must I go too?"
I am currently in one of the dance halls in the theatre, standing in front of the huge mirror, staring at myself in my dance clothes while taking this annoying phone call with my relentless mother.
"Alex doesn't want to go either. What is wrong with you both? You guys loved going to see your Abuelio."
I heaved a sigh.
"Come on, sweetie,"
"That is because we are no longer kids, okay? We are adults now. We have our careers to pursue other than some meaningless visit to grandpa's place."
"I understand, sweetie. But he has been asking after you guys for a long....."
"Listen, Mom." I retorted "I have to go now. I have practice to do. Bye," I hung up before she could say anything else.
Mom and visiting grandpa.
She always takes us there.
I have no idea what is wrong with her.
I walked towards my bag and put my phone inside before walking towards Mercedes and the others.
They are all dressed in different dance clothes and stretching their bodies.
I angrily moved towards Mercedes who is seated on the floor.
"What's up with you?" She asked, noticing my mood as I sat next to her.
"Kenzy, what's up?" She whispered.
"My mom. She loves getting on my freaking nerves."
She heaved a sigh.
"She is always on about us visiting our paternal grandfather. Even more, than my dad who is his son," I blurted.
I heard chuckles from some girls around.
I rested my eyes on Mabel and Debby.
Those two blonde dummies.
I threw them a glare, shutting them up.
"Suck it up, dumb bitches," Mercedes shunned.
"Tramps," I said, averting my eyes from them as they began to stretch.
"But seriously, Kenzy, why does your mother like taking you and Alex to your grandfather's place?" Mercedes asked with a lower tone.
"I don't know. I asked myself the same fucking question. It is either that she can't accept we are grown or there is some other reason best known to her." I said, stretching my hand.
"I guess so too. If it is her father it will be understandable."
"I know, right?" I shook my head, heaving a sigh.
"Just relax. Don't think too much about it."
I scoffed. "Trust me, that's the least thing that will bother me today."
"Alright, girls. Time to hit it," Our queer head, Mr Mike, called, clapping his hands.
He is dressed in a male casual attire, a black leather jacket, a navy blue turtle neck shirt, black jeans, and a white scarf around his neck.
Sometimes he wears female attire but today is an exception.
"Ooh, Mr Mike. You sound like we are about to hit dicks, not dance." Mercedes joked, making everyone laugh as we all got on our feet.
"Dance now. Dicks later, Cedes," Mr. Mike deadpanned, gesturing at us to organize ourselves with his shining red polished fingers.
You could see the glowing red polish from wherever.
"That's right," one of the girls chirped as Mr Mike stood in front of us while we arranged ourselves in a single file.
"Alright, alright, let's begin." Mr. Mike announced.
I walked towards the front.
"Where is my lead dancer?" He called before I could get to him.
"Right here," I sang, standing in front of everyone.
"Let's go, DJ PT," Mr Mike announced.
Music filled the room.
HOURS LATER......
ALONG THE ROAD......
I gulped water from my bottle while staring at the road and handling the wheel.
"Today was exhausting," Mercedes said, yawning. She is seated in the passenger seat, exhausted like I am.
I put down the bottle and placed my hand on the wheel.
"You can say that again. When I get home, I am going to go straight to bed." I said.
"Yeah me too. But after the shower though."
I chuckled. "Yeah. That too."
I drove slowly as I got to a traffic light. I stopped that car in front of the Zebra crossing, taking out my phone.
"Fucking traffic light," Mercedes said as I scrolled through my phone.
It has been days since I last saw Uncle Xavier.
No texts or calls.
I don't want to think about it but...
I am not thinking about it.
It is Wednesday. It hasn't been a week yet.
Perhaps he is busy.
He is a fucking CEO.
Maybe he is less busy on wee....
"Yo, isn't that your uncle?" Mercedes asked, making me look at her. She is looking at her window.
I looked in that direction as well.
I froze the minute I saw Uncle Xavier walking out of a fancy restaurant with some skinny blond tramp.
"What's his name again? Xavier Cole, right?" Mercedes asked.
I didn't respond but clenched the wheel as I stared at the way he held the blond bitch's worthless waist while they walked towards his black car.
I scoffed.
So much for being busy huh?