Chapter 9 #3
Yanna shook her head, and her anger rose now that the situation with Kas and Yasmine was fresh on her brain again.
Even though she assured Kas they could start anew, her mind had been on the video since she first saw it.
She smiled when around Kas and was overly nice, not wanting to allow him a glimpse of the misery residing in her eyes.
He always complained about her distant behavior and constant declaration that they weren’t a couple, but he continuously proved to her why she needed to be that way.
Why she had to be so guarded, to protect herself from the inevitable heartache that came along with giving her heart to a man.
Yanna played tough, acted unconcerned like she didn’t care, but truthfully, she was extremely sensitive.
“Girl, fuck them dusty ass bitches, and you better not let them get you all in your feelings. We parking lot pimping tonight or what? Des said to tell you he took a bottle along with his payment for the night, he’s waiting out there.”
She was supposed to be meeting up with Kas after she got off, but now that she’d been reminded of her hurt feelings, it was fuck Kas again.
The circles just kept going, a perpetually spinning carousel.
Parking lot pimping was the term Nisha coined for chilling in the parking lot after hours.
Sometimes it would be just the girls, other nights they’d hang out with Destin or other guys they met in the club.
“Yea, fuck it.”
Closing her locker, she placed her bag over her shoulder and followed Nisha out of the club. When they made it outside, Destin and some guys she didn’t recognize were posted up in the parking lot next to Nisha’s pink Jeep.
“There go my girl,” Destin regarded, pushing off his BMW and making his way over to Yanna. When he approached, he grabbed her into a hug. “Damn, you smell good.”
“Always,” she responded, walking back over to his car with him.
Destin sat atop his hood, and Yanna took residence next to him.
“Yanna, Nisha, these my niggas Mari and Santana. Y’all, this the homie Nisha, and my fine ass Yanna,” Destin introduced, pulling a blunt from his pocket and lighting it.
The guys offered greetings to Nisha before turning their attention on the girl who had their friend smitten.
“What’s up, Yanna?” The one introduced as Mari spoke.
“I’m alright.”
“How y’all know each other?”
“Yanna from ‘round the way, a Highland Park girl from 5th and Front Street. I been trying to fuck with her since the sixth grade, but she be bullshitting.”
“Don’t be out here telling these people I’m a bullshitter. I told you I genuinely consider you a friend, and I’m not trying to mess that up.”
“Damn, she friend zoned you, Des.” Santana commented.
“That doesn’t have to be a bad thing. Consider yourself lucky, I view you as a friend because I don’t take that title lightly.”
“Facts. I’ve known Yanna for years, and she still calls me her associate,” Nisha added, joining them at the car after placing her things in her car.
“See, and it’s not even me being shady because Nisha is my girl. I’m just not one to be calling everybody a friend.”
“That sounds good and all, but I’m not trying to be yo fucking friend.”
“Too bad because that’s all I have to offer… a pretty view and bomb ass friendship. Take it or leave it, nigga.”
“I don’t want that shit… here,” Destin joked, handing her the blunt, she readily accepted.
She and Nisha stayed out in the parking lot with Destin and his friends, kicking shit and smoking.
Music was playing from one of the cars, and they were having their own mini turn up even though it was well after 3am.
Destin’s brother had pulled up about twenty minutes prior, and the two of them were smoking and catching up.
According to Destin, they hadn’t seen each other in a few weeks, and since his brother had been working late, he decided to pull up.
Somehow, Yanna had gone from standing next to Destin to resting between his legs.
Her back was to him, and his arms were wrapped around her body.
Did she feel indifferent about being so close to someone who wasn’t Kas?
Hell no. Kas clearly didn’t give a damn about preserving her feelings, so she didn’t feel compelled to return the favor.
Had Yanna been thinking clearly, she would’ve realized that her behavior was unfair.
She’d agreed to start anew after the Yasmine situation, but there she was, acting off emotions from something that was supposed to be resolved.
She watched as Destin laughed and joked with his brother and friends, throwing up his set when one of them raised their phone to record a video.
When he raised his hand, the light from the street corner shining onto his watch gave her an idea for a cute pic.
Pulling out her phone, she told Des to throw up his set again.
He obliged, and she snapped the picture.
After adjusting the lighting on the photo so Des’ wrist stood out, she captioned the photo with Megan Thee Stallion lyrics…
I need a nigga with a Patek and a TEC on him… big dick, chrome hearts and baguettes on him. #HighlandParkgirl #5thandfrontstreet
It was stuntin’ at its finest, but Yanna didn’t care.
She did what she wanted and never bothered to worry what others thought of it.
Quickly her post was flooded with likes and comments of heart and nosey eye emojis.
A comment popped up, startling her, but she didn’t know why.
As soon as she posted the pic, she knew Kas would see it.
As she read his comment, she couldn’t help but laugh.
Kasonthetrack: You playing games Yanna Boo? You forget I got that location?
“Oh shit,” she uttered, completely forgetting she shared her location with Kas. She quickly turned it off, hoping he hadn’t already seen where she was.
Seconds later, he was texting her, cursing her out for turning the location off. He sent four texts back to back, and she ignored them all. Like she should’ve known what was coming next, he called. Yanna started to ignore him, but just to be funny, she answered on speakerphone.
“Yes, Kasra?”
“Don’t fucking yes, Kasra me, Jaiyanna. I know you off work by now, so where the fuck you at?”
“I’m out.”
“With who?”
“I don’t see how that’s any of your concern.”
“Ayo, I swear you love playing with me, but I promise I’ll shoot at any nigga you call yourself being a hoe with.”
She’d barely taken Kas seriously the last time he mentioned shooting at someone. Now she was starting to wonder if she really did need to check his home for weapons.
“I have to go, Kas. I can barely hear you.”
“You can hear me, but it’s ight though. Don’t think I didn’t catch that location before you turned it off. I’ll see you in two minutes,” he promised before hanging up the phone.
“Ugh.” She shook her head and placed her phone back in her pocket.
“That was yo nigga?” Destin questioned.
“I don’t have one of those, but I probably should get out of here before he pull up acting crazy.”
“He can pull up on that shooting at niggas shit he was talking, but I promise he won’t leave the same way he came,” Destin’s brother spoke up, addressing someone other than Destin for the first time since he’d been out there.
Yanna felt a way toward Kas at the moment, but she still didn’t appreciate anyone insinuating they’d cause him harm.
She gave the man a once over, noting his NBA worthy height and matching build.
His sand colored skin and coin-hued, cat-like eyes made it impossible to deny how fine he was.
Nevertheless, he’d put a bad taste in her mouth.
“Remind me of your name again.”
“Dade.”
“That’s right.” She recollected Destin and his brother both being named after cities in Florida. “Well, Dade, you can simmer down. He’s probably not even going to ”
Before Yanna could finish her statement, she was interrupted by window rattling bass and revving engines.
Her attention was drawn to the entrance of the parking lot where Kas’ black on black Trackhawk was entering, followed by two vehicles she knew belonged to Kalil and Quan.
The parking lot seemed still, and Yanna felt herself growing uneasy as Kas parked his jeep across the lot from where they stood.
All three driver doors of the vehicles opened, but Yanna’s eyes were only focused on Kas.
He hopped out of his Jeep, looking like he was ready for a fight.
Dressed in only a pair of black joggers and retro Jordans, Yanna figured he’d removed his shirt before he pulled up.
He was definitely on all bullshit. It wasn’t until he leaned against his truck, foot propped behind him, arms crossed at his waist, gaze penetrating across the parking lot, did Yanna remember she was wrapped in Destin’s arms. Quickly, she removed herself from his embrace and stepped to the side causing Dade to snicker.
“Shut up,” she snapped at him.
“Jaiyanna, bring yo ass cross this muh’fuckin’ parking lot!” Kas yelled. “Do that shit fast too, because I promise you don’t want me to come over there.”
“Ooh, bitch you gone get it,” Nisha instigated.
“10, 9, 8, 7…”
“Oh shit, girl, he counting.”
“Nisha, will you shut the hell up? I can hear.”
“Is that my nigga Kalil?!” Destin yelled across the parking lot. From pictures on social media, he knew Kalil was Kas’ cousin, but the two of them went back to their college days and had always been cool.
.
“Aye, nigga, don’t speak to nobody cross this muh’fucka!” Kas thundered back across the lot.
“Yea, that’s my cue. Des, go ‘head and carry yo ass home bruh. I’m too old for this shit, and if them lil’ niggas come over here tripping, I promise I’mma lay all three of ‘em out,” Dade informed.
He was a former boxer, and it had been a while since he’d gotten any wreck off.
The last time he’d been tasked with fighting three men at once, he’d sent the entire trio home bloodied.