Cruise Bae Chronicles | Part 2
Well, well, well.
Day 2 - Spiked Tea Continued..
I didn’t know what to say or what to believe. Yet, I knew what I had to do - investigate.
Alana asked Deandre, “did you come here alone?” Appearing taken aback, he told her yes, to which Alana gave an ‘I don’t believe you’ toned mmhm.
Before she could utter another word to that man, I took him aside before an escalation could occur. I intentionally removed us, so that the girls could communicate to Nikole exactly what they told me. This way, Nikole stays in the loop and nothing occurs without the other person’s knowledge.
Friend, these folks were very much strangers. It’s me and Nikole 4 lyfe.
Anywhore, Deandre and I walked a lap around both pool sides for a chat. To usher in this new information and keep his guard low, I asked him what his intentions were with my homegirl.
“You know, we just chillin’. Nothing serious.” He said.
“Okay, just making sure. Don’t have her thinking it's one way, when it’s something entirely else.”
“Nah, for sure.”
“So…I recall you saying this was an impromptu birthday trip and none of your friends could come right?” Set up the bait.
“Right.”
“So who came with you through security? Because those girls told me they saw you with a short girl.” Dangle the bait ever so gently.
“That - okay so, that was my homegirl they saw. She had some problems getting on the boat, something with her birth certificate. Royal Caribbean wouldn't accept it.” He was obviously trying to cover his tracks.
“By homegirl, what do you mean?” Let the prey take a nibble.
“I mean like my friend.”
“Y’all be fucking?”
I have no shame in being direct with people, let alone strangers. If I want to know something, I will ask. If I’m lied to, then that's on them. The truth will reach me regardless.
He paused, “no.”
“Mmkay. So, you didn't come alone, like you said you did.” The carrot is gone, chile. He devoured it.
“No, I still came alone. Like if you were in the club alone and your friend couldn't get in, then you’re alone.”
“Actually, no. If someone were to ask me if I came to the club alone, I’d tell them that I came with a friend who couldn't get in. Because that’s the truth. To omit that my friend was ever there, is lying by omission.”
He nodded with thinking eyebrows, but I knew good and damn well this wasn’t getting through to him.
“Okay, I mean I didn't see it that way. I didn't want to say all that because it’s her business to tell.”
“Understandable, nobody is asking for details. I’m asking that you’re honest, instead of trying to appear in a way that would benefit you and consequently hurt someone else. You feel me?”
“Yeah, I didn't mean that though.”
“That’s cool, just make sure you tell Nikole this. Let her decide if she wants to keep rocking with you rather manipulating her perception of you.”
“That’s a harsh word.”
“Which one?”
“Manipulating.”
“Deandre, by withholding information that could make someone change how they see you, is manipulation. I know you didn’t intend to, but that’s how you're coming off.”
He nodded some more, possibly marinating on my words but I doubted it. By this time, we reached back around to the adults side. I nudged him again to talk to Nikole about it, and he agreed.
When we returned to the group, Nikole visibly looked annoyed. I took her aside near the jacuzzi she and Deandre were cuddled in not long ago, and gave her the entire breakdown. Similarly, she shared with me extra details from the girls.
Chile, we were over in the cut like:
Because, why lie? If the lady companion was able to get on board then we would’ve never seen him without her. And consequently, would’ve never entertained him. My girl was sick. We thought he could’ve been her 12 grape boo, but no, he was just another bingo box. With this acknowledgment, I asked Nikole if she still wanted to fool with him. She said yes. And like the maternal friend I am, I supported her choice and encouraged common sense. “Let him be for a fun time, not a long time! Clearly, he be lying girl.” She smirked. “Yes, mom.”
We weren’t gone too long before rejoining the group. Alana asked me to go to the bar and grab a drink with her, which I obliged.
To keep track, those sitting at the hub were Deandre, Nikole, and Brittany. Brittany barely spoke in general since she stayed glued to her phone.
At the bar, Alana and I were gossiping harder than two retired aunties after First Sunday church service when the pastor let his mistress sit on the first pew. Friend, Alana was over that man. Over him as if she personally knew him. She too, was disgusted. I concisely debriefed to her what Deandre’s excuse was for the girl he was seen with, and that Nikole is not dumb. The man serves a purpose that won’t go beyond this trip. Alana gave a lot of agreeing mmhms in response. Then we got on the topic of games, card games to be specific.
I told her we should play the Truth or Drink cards Nikole and I brought, auspiciously packed in my big mama purse. Alana was up for it, so much so that she whispered to me, “I snuck tequila on board in a shampoo bottle.” I looked at her with raised eyebrows and an open mouth. Alana softly bit her long acrylic nail with a smirk before she mischiefly responded. “Yeah.”
Friend, I knew folks snuck stuff on board but I did not think I’d come across somebody who did so.
While keeping wide eyed eye contact with her cheesing face, Alana rhetorically asked, “should I bring it?” Before I could possibly answer, she audibly responded to herself in agreement. I informed her that we can get chasers since we have a basic drink package. Alana pulled backward before inquiring, “You got a drink package? Those things were expensive as fuck.”
“Girl yeah, we needed something other than tap water. And we got it on sale so it wasn’t crazy expensive, especially not like the alcohol one.”
“True, true.”
Mind you Friend, Alana and Brittany got the wifi package. Nikole and I have priorities!
We walked back over to the group and shared the game plan. I peeped Nikole and Deandre spoke about the other woman while we were away. I non-verbally asked if she was good by giving her a sly thumbs up. She responded with a nod and grin.
Whew! That reassurance calmed my nerves. I was fretful over her wellbeing. Nobody wants to be involved in drama, let alone be talked about. I knew how embarrassing the situation was for her and would've rather excommunicated that man altogether. Alas, they’re not getting married so no need to object to their affairs. Now, we can get back to the fun stuff.
Alana left solo to her cabin. Meanwhile, Nikole and Deandre ventured off to our cabin for the wine. Brittany and I remained behind, keeping everyone’s belongings safe. I chatted with her a bit, the usual cruise questions: is this your first cruise, what made you want to take one, what excursions are you looking forward to, what’s your zodiac sign, etc.
I gathered that Brittany didn’t talk much unless prompted. I don't know if it was due to her split concentration between what’s on her phone versus what’s in her face, or what. She was a sweet girl, just distracted.
We were able to hold enough small talk until everyone else trickled back to our spot. I was excited to start playing and washing the drama away with spirits. Alana and I snagged some empty and some juice filled cups from the bar for whoever requested.
We played a mashup of the naughty card deck and the chill deck. Everyone loosened up to one another as the conversation flowed at the same pace as our strongly poured drinks.
The waiters who kept walking around tidying up, would routinely ask us if we wanted our cups taken away. A new face appeared at least every 15 minutes. Grante, for the five of us, everyone had a second cup. One for shots and the other for chasing. So to a staffer’s eye, our half lounge chair full of cups seemed like it needed immediate attention.
For spatial context, we were all split among three lounge chairs side by side. Alana sat with Brittany on the left chair, I sat on the middle chair solo, while Nikole and Deandre sat on the right chair.
After who knows how long, a bright royal blue figure with pastel patterning flashed into my right peripheral. I turned towards the figure, overtaken by the sun’s cast. The brightness sat behind the rim of an unmistakable cowboy hat. And I saw Cletus underneath it, grinning from ear to ear.
“I found you guys!” he exclaimed. Nikole and I failed to return his energy and instead nervously shouted, “hey!” I introduced everyone to him and vice versa. He then informed us that he embarked on multiple laps around the pool deck in an attempt to spot us. We were not trying to run into him at all.
Since the five of us were already playing drinking games, it would be rude to exclude him. So five became six as he sat on the middle chair beside me.
After a couple more rounds of giggles, we started planning activities to do together. Deandre noticed in the cruise app that there was a laser tag and an escape room. Everyone was down for both. Before the girls headed to their massage reservation, we all planned to regroup at the escape room in the evening.
Deandre, Cletus, Nikole and I chatted some more at the pool before the guys walked us to our cabin. We told the boys we’ll see them later.
Mid freshening up, Nikole and I snacked hard on our petty foods. We knew not to miss dinner this time so we kept a very watchful eye on the clock. The escape room started around 5pm, and chow time was from 7pm-9pm. We could make it.
Upon arrival, we were met by a frowning Deandre and Cletus at the entrance. Apparently, we had to reserve our slot for the activity rather than show up. On the fly, Deandre suggested put put golf on the opposite end of the ship, near the basketball courts. We thought, since we’re already out - why not.
The four of us traveled back down to our cabin to give the girls a heads up via telephone. Fortunately, they didn't leave yet. They agreed to meet us at the golfing course and we were off!
Baby, we were on that phone like a teenager in the 90s waiting for their lil friend to call the kitchen landline.
Needless to say, put put was boring as fuck. It was a DIY vibe and the courses were marketed towards children. Once the girls came, we collectively tried to book the escape room for another day, but then we ran into a hiccup. Brittany was unable to reserve herself.
Now, at this point in time, still very much strangers, we’ve bonded enough that nobody was going to be left behind. Alana suggested we visit guest services for a manual booking. And as the unit we were operating as, we all went.
The six of us were in that long ass line for a hot ass minute. So long that Nikole and I were taking pictures, bullshitting around, and scouting the boardwalk.
Anyways, guest services successfully booked us for the escape room on day three. To substitute the current plan, I noticed karaoke in the Star Lounge was the only remotely interesting event we could attend at that hour. Everyone agreed to check it out. So, off we went down the boardwalk!
Chile, that was a bust too. Nothing but a bunch of children and their parents singing various Disney songs. Even after I excused myself to the cabin to snag our unopened high alcoholic content wine bottle, the event did not improve.
I advised we skedaddle and go elsewhere to drink. We ended up on the top deck per the girls’ suggestion, landing at a little nook with two oversized cabana chairs facing one another. I sat with the girls while the boys plus Nikole sat on the opposite chair.
In natural nosey fashion, we pulled out the naughty Truth or Drink cards and played a couple rounds. Many sips were taken and then, things got interesting. Very interesting.
I cannot recall the exact question, it was something like ‘have you ever paid for sex?’ We went around the circle, everyone answering no until we stopped at Cletus.
Cletus: Well, no. Not really.
Everyone exchanged glances at each other.
Me: What do you mean, “not really?”
Everyone else chimed in with a unified, “yeah.”
Cletus: I was an escort with my friend.
Deandre: *laughing hysterically, mimicking the sound of a windex spray bottle*
Alana: Wait, so you were being paid to fuck?
Cletus: Nah nah, my friend was and sometimes I would go with her to make sure she’s straight.
Everyone delivered a loud, somewhat understanding, but not really comprehending, “OHH!”
Nikole: Cletus, that’s not being an escort. You were basically security.
Cletus: Well, yeah but I was still getting paid.
Me: Wayment, was she paying you?
Cletus: Yeah my friend paid me to make sure nothing crazy went down, you know?
Alana: *laughing* No, we don’t know.
Certainly, none of us knew. Yet, through our giggles and perplexed faces, we continued the game. The intention was to get to know each other and the reality was, we got to know a lot about Cletus.
Another question popped up, asking if anyone sent nudes before. As we all agreed on this very common activity, Cletus jumped up off the corner of the cabana seat with explosive agitation.
Cletus: *yelling* I’ll never do that shit again, man. I hate that bitch who leaked my shit. The whole school knew and my teacher was the one to tell me.
Everyone was obviously taken aback by his sudden outburst.
Me: Wait Cletus, explain. How was your teacher the one to break the news?
Cletus: She told me. She like tapped my shoulder while I was in class and asked if I sent anybody my junk and I asked her how she know and she sent me to the principal's office. I’m pretty sure she saw it too. The girl I sent it to airdropped it to the class except me so I didn't know.
Alana: What happened to the girl?
Cletus: I don’t know. Actually, yeah I do. She got expelled or some shit. I can’t stand that bitch. Aye, yo, I don't know what’s in this wine but this shit is delicious.
Nikole: *laughing* Clearly!
We all chuckled along and encouraged him to slow down a bit. I empathize with him about how traumatic that must’ve been to experience as a child. He seemingly simmered down afterwards.
I learned some other things about the group. Alana had queer experiences and thought I was a lesbian. Which I took as flirting since she said it looking me up and down while biting on her nail. Deandre wanted to do furious jumping with Nikole, real bad. And Brittany, well, she was mainly on her phone which was on brand for her.
We wrapped up the game at a decent hour since the girls had a dinner reservation and Nikole and I refused to miss our dinner time. The gang dispersed after making tentative plans to link at the jacuzzi later that night.
FYI, the food was banging. It was all you can eat without the disorderly buffet lines. The tables were covered in white linen tablecloth, the meal was three courses, and we had our own server. The whole dining area felt like a fancy restaurant. Oh, and we both ate escargot for the first time! It was divine.
Later
Everyone didn’t make it to the pool. Nikole opted to go bump and grind in Deandre’s cabin. Brittany felt sea sick so she rested. And Cletus attended a Battle of the Sexes event. This left Alana and I.
I walked Nikole to Deandre’s room before heading to the pool. On the way there, we debriefed stranger danger rules and curfew. She told me she’ll return around midnight, and I told her if she’s not back, then I will be calling his room. And if I don't hear her voice on that phone, then I’m coming to bang on his door.
At drop off, I told Deandre that it’s in his best interest that Nikole returns as she arrived - unharmed. He smiled at me and said, “yes ma’am.” Then I left.
I could not find Alana anywhere on the pool deck. At this hour, there were only a handful of people on both sides which meant, if I didn’t see her then she’s definitely not there. Instead of waiting around, I went to her cabin thinking she probably went back.
Brittany answered the door and informed me that Alana left a while ago. Feeling a little deflated, I wished Brittany well and considered my options. The clock was after 10pm - well past my bedtime. I started thinking maybe we should reschedule.
I was really looking forward to some flirty girl time. It seemed like the vibe we were both giving each other the entire day.
As I walked down their cabin hallway, nearing the turn for the elevators, Alana popped up. She was walking the halls looking for me too. Apparently, she went to our cabin, circled the pool deck, and was on the way back to her room to call me. We were mutually happy to run into each other.
At the jacuzzi, Alana told me she’s glad it was just us two since she wanted to ask me about something. I leaned in her direction and inquired what about. She inched closer to me and informed me that she really wanted my advice on this and thought I’d be good to talk to. I leaned closer towards her with wider eyes. Then she said it’s about someone. I asked who. Then she said - you guessed it - her man.
Friend, I was confused. Before we hopped in the jacuzzi, she complimented and slapped my derrière - twice. Like was I reading the signals wrong or were they mixed to begin with?
Now, I’m still a girl’s girl. She wanted advice, so I gave it.
For a strong hour and change, she gave me the entire backstory of her ex-boyfriend and all the cheating scandals involving him. I actively listened, asked plenty of follow up questions, and provided reassurance.
At this point, the drowsiness was too heavy to ignore. Next thing I knew, Cletus crept up behind us, elated from participating in the late night competition. He hipped us to the DM feature on the cruise app, free of charge. Since I left my phone in the room, I used Alana’s cell to send a DM to myself and Nikole. Then off he went.
Maybe 15 minutes later, Cletus reappeared in his royal blue two-piece swimsuit and joined us in the jacuzzi. I was exhausted and desperately needed rest before the ship docked in Cozumel the following morning. Alana opted to stay with Cletus, and I high tailed my ass to the room.
I returned to an empty cabin, noticing that the hour was past midnight. I called Deandre’s room and nobody answered. I called again and Nikole picked up after a few rings, giving me proof of life.
After I exited the shower, Nikole entered the room giddier than I’ve seen her all day. We exchanged details of our evenings. Her night was refreshing like a glass of cold riesling and mine was flat as day old soda.
If you’re wondering, the answer is yes - the peen was supreme.
Then, we rested.
Day 3 - Boiling Point
Nikole and I awoke around 7:15 am to ensure a timely arrival for our dune buggy & snorkeling excursion.
We hopped off the boat, waltzed through security, and planted our feet on the Cozumel pier. We hesitated for a moment, sensing the humid air accompanied by dark gray clouds. Nikole felt uneasy since our excursion was weather dependent and the alternative was a dull indoor activity that neither of us cared for. I, too, grew concerned when a few rain droplets hit my forehead.
We checked in with the excursion guide, Jose, and left to find snacks as our hunger overtook our weather concerns. We were so focused on arriving early that we forgot to bring our cabin food and ended up sharing an overpriced mini can of pringles.
And before we knew it, our fears came to reality.The earlier sprinkles turned into a complete downpour, so much so that everyone raced to find dry shelter anywhere they could. Nikole and I remained within eyesight of Jose and tried to gauge whether his facial expressions leaned toward plan A or shitty plan B.
An older married couple, also avoiding the rain shower, landed at our table. We learned that they, Steve and Gretchen, were in our same excursion group and also disliked the alternative plan. I brought up how sometimes during hurricane season, the rain is momentarily torrent before the sun reappears shortly after.
And guess what Mother Nature did, Friend. She did just that. Hallelu!
In total there were about 20 participants for dune buggying and snorkeling. Jose directed everyone into groups of four, with one person being the designated driver. Naturally, Nikole and I paired with Steve and Gretchen since we established some rapport. They also gave off parental vibes which made us feel safe with them.
Plus, they treated us like their adopted children.
Jose and his co-lead, Francisco, led us through the Cozumel pier and onto the streets where our dune buggies awaited.
Friend, I had a completely different idea of dune buggy. I imagined a go-kart inspired vehicle, when in reality we got into a stripped down windowless two-door Volkswagen spray painted lime green, which was undoubtedly older than me. The four of us exchanged nervous glances at one another but verbally provided reassurance that we’ll be fine. I mean, it looked safe…enough.
I was so happy I opted out of driving. I would’ve certainly caused an accident.
The trek from the port to the beach was lengthy. During the whole 45 minute ish trip, the weather kept edging us. Sprinkles turned into down pours then back to sunshine. The tease was too much for our surrogate parents whereas Nikole and I could care less. We were getting in that ocean regardless. We made it this far, dammit.
We eventually arrived at a beach resembling a mini village with a couple straw patios of merchants selling various items. Jose and Francisco led us to one of the huts where some gentlemen were fitted in snorkeling gear. They instructed us how to operate the paid lockers, properly wear the snorkeling gear and life vest, as well as assisted in putting on our fins. With that all done, off to the ocean we went.
The entire snorkeling experience was breathtakingly beautiful. The reef fish had little sense of danger, so they literally came within half an arm distance from my body. I think they secretly knew who to pick on. We saw starfish, countless types of brightly colored fish, and pretty coral. Despite how perplexing breathing through a tube while face down underwater was to me, I wanted to remain in the water with the wildlife. And I wasn’t alone. Looking around it seemed that everyone was in competition for who wore the biggest smile. It was that fun.
My only gripe was that my fin kept coming undone since the buckle was broken, but Jose quickly remedied that. Also, Nikole and I did not take one snorkeling photo. Nan one. We were so caught up in the experience that pictures didn’t even come to mind.
After we returned our gear, the group rode off in the buggies to another beach and a surprise activity - tequila tasting. At this particular location, the merchants were in your face. I mean the hustling was so hard and heavy that I couldn't be mad at it. I was happy to get got. I bought chocolate covered espresso beans and chocolate rounds. If I came with more cash, I would've left with a bottle of tequila.
Because Friend, let me tell you. That was the best tasting flight of liquors I ever had in my life. Our quad group, minus Gretchen, attended the tequila tasting consisting of nine samplings: four cocktail blends and five tequilas (blanco, joven, reposado, añejo, and extra añejo). They each were so smooth and sweet, that for a second I felt repulsed by the tequila I drank in the states. The liquor connoisseur informed us that Mexican brands age tequila in wine barrels whereas American brands age in beer barrels - hence, the sweetness.
The three of us met back up with Gretchen and ate lunch together like we were a sit-com on ABC family. We heard quite a bit from Steve and Gretchen, who are on their second marriage with each other and share six previous children between them. Hearing more about their stories, I asked them, “what advice would you give to your 20 year old self?” Gretchen spoke sternly about not marrying young and becoming a young mother. Steve agreed and light heartedly added that he wouldn't be so concerned with people’s opinions of himself. Truly grateful for the hospitality and tender conversation from Steve and Gretchen, such kind hearted folks.
I admired their responses, especially Gretchen’s lesson. This trip likely wouldn't have happened if I or Nikole had dependents. I’m too young and turnt for any ankle biters - dogs included.
Amid our play family time, Jose yelled to everyone that it’s time to leave. We inhaled the rest of our food and underwent an even longer trip back to the port. Nikole and I knocked out in the back seat until we arrived at Cozumel pier.
Initially, we began walking around Cozumel, beyond the port gates. There were so many taxis trying to take us into the city but we didn't want to miss our cruise departure, let alone feel rushed. Instead, we walked around some more, took some pictures, and headed to the ship to freshen up before exploring later.
On the way to our cabin, we ran into Deandre and Cletus who were fresh off their cenote ATV excursion. Deandre gave Nikole a big ole kiss like he returned home from a long day at work. Off to the side, Cletus and I chatted about our activities and made soft plans to link as a group later that evening. Then we dispersed to our respective cabins.
…
As Nikole and I exited the security line, we passed some tipsy ladies headed towards the ship with these long plastic cocktail bottles in hand. I asked them where they got the drinks from and they enthusiastically pointed us toward Señor Frog. We made a beeline there.
Friend, when I say that place was jumping like the animal it’s named after - I mean it. The whole establishment was lit. The music was great, drinks were flowing, the staff was handing out seductive liquor shots, people were dancing all around, folks laughing and mingling. We were having a blast. I brought up to Nikole how it’d be great if the girls were with us, so we can have some fun girl time. Unfortunately, there was no way of communicating with them outside of our usual cabin-line phones.
Nevertheless, just when things couldn’t get funner, maybe 10 minutes after our arrival, Alana and Brittany walked in. And the four of us had a ki, baby! Twerking, drinking, laughing, flirting with strangers, dancing with staff. It was an all around fantastic time. We made hard plans to link at the jacuzzi around sunset.
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Back at our room, still buzzed from mister froggy, Nikole and I called the boys to hip them to the pool plans. I called Cletus, gave him a meeting time, and told him exactly where to link. Then Nikole cheerfully called Deandre while I got my outfit together by the vanity.
When Nikole said hello, it was in a tone I haven't heard her use towards that man. I glanced in her direction, examining her face for answers. She looked at me, puzzled. And I noticed the earlier smile on her face was replaced by contorted confusion. Then I heard her say, “is this Deandre’s room?” Followed by another inquiry, “is Deandre there?” I stopped what I was doing and non-verbally asked who is she talking to. She shrugged at me. A few seconds passed and she spoke into the receiver, “oh okay, thank you,” before hanging up.
Nikole’s gaze paused at the phone with her hand resting on it. She faced me and calmly stated, “a girl picked up the phone.”
The calm was reminiscent of that before a storm. The smell of rain wafting in on one’s location and there’s nothing else to do but hunker down indoors to await the downpour. This, we did not do. We wanted answers.
I responded to her, “we should do a drive by.”
Nikole didn’t know what to think at this point and neither did I. I followed up with a multitude of questions before she could address my plan. “What in the hell did she say on the phone? Has she been here the whole time? No couldn’t have, yall just fucked last night. Did he just meet her today or something? This is BRAZY, baby!”
“I don't know, sis. She answered and said it was his room and he wasn't there. Then I just said okay and hung up. There wasn’t more for me to say.”
“Of course not, we don't even know who she is. Do you think she was staff?”
“No. I don't think she would've picked up if she was.”
“You right. Well, shit.”
We stood in silence for a beat, each of us in our own thoughts, before Nikole spoke.
“Let’s go find out.”
“You forreal? Because I was dead the fuck serious. Even if you don't want-”
“No, I want to go. I want to see his face.”
“Then let’s roll, friend!”
There was so much determination in her voice, it made me happy. Two crazy besties on a boat like Twinnem. We rushed a quick clothing change then headed straight for his room. We didn't even glance in the elevator mirror to see our fits, we were gung ho for the hoe. En route, I created a cover story so it wouldn't appear like we were snooping around. The story was that we were looking for the girls and got lost because, lucky for us, their cabin is located in the parallel hallway of Deandre’s room.
Once we landed on his floor, Nikole and I actually got lost. We took a new route in hopes we would arrive quicker but the boat is so massive and riddled with hallways that led to mini hallways, that we were pitifully lost. It took us at least 10 minutes to orient ourselves. Amid our speed walking, I told Nikole, “what if we’re lost for a reason.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, this whole trip we’ve been speaking things into existence and they happened. What if this moment reflects that.”
“Like we’ll see him with her? Bitch, that would be crazy-”
“But plausible! We ran into the girls when we spoke about them. Same as Deandre walking down the boardwalk when we spoke about him too.”
Nikole abruptly stopped mid stride to face me, causing me to bump into her. She looked at me from eyeball to eyeball and slowly uttered, “Bitch…that's scary.”
“I know, but it’s been happening this whole trip. Our timing has been impeccable.”
She shook her head before starting back up the pace. We turned the last corner on Deandre’s hallway, adjacent to his cabin. And there they were, attempting to enter his room.
Deandre stood behind a short girl with fulani braids and looked directly at us with regret smeared across his face.
Chileeeee 😫
We all need a friend like Sumia and Nikole in our lives