Ayira The Princess #2
“I am not drinking anything that smells funny!” Ayira reiterated with a high-pitched tone.
I looked at the princess who was blind folded with her hands out.
It was officially our first night with just the girls.
Isis and Asha were rolling up a blunt. I was a little sedated from a happy pill Isis managed to snag from one of her many connects.
Maggie was fumbling through the kitchen and we all stuck with the dress code of tank top and shorts.
Braless, sockless, and bareface. Only Ayira kept this vibrant blue satin scarf over her hair that was now bone straight, jet black strands that trickled down her body like a horse’s tail.
The scarf barely covered it but she somehow managed to pin it to her hair like a drop veil of a bridal look.
The feminine energy was pure and divine tonight.
It was the perfect time to initiate Ayira into our crew.
“It’s not anything weird! Isis smuggled it from her parents’ house!
” Maggie shouted from the kitchen after hearing cabinets open and slam shut.
The front door suddenly opened as we all leaned forward to peer down the hallway of the home.
Namir stood at the door with multiple bags of groceries while talking to a few students outside.
“Shit!” Asha blew out as she waved her hand back and forth. The thick cloud of white smoke dissipated into the air while Isis tilted her head black to blow through her lips. “Close the door! You’re letting the good shit out!”
“Ahh ha!” Maggie shouted, holding the bottle of wine in the air like it was gold. Namir stepped in as he closed the door with his foot and shook his head with disappointment at his woman. “What are you doing here?” She asked, confused.
“How y'all doing?” Namir greeted with his eyes lingering on me. Curious. Even on my best day, Namir never looked twice my way whether Maggie was around or not. Although he wasn’t my type, too All American for me, I wouldn’t dare overstep my boundaries with her.
Out of all the girls, she is the one I consider my best friend.
Asha is my problematic younger sister, and Isis is my twin flame.
Hillary was my heart, and Ayira…to be determined.
“Is that a man?!” Ayira piqued. Asha and Isis laughed, watching the princess pick her nose up as she tried to peek through the bottom of the fold that covered her eyes. “Is there a man in here?!”
I smiled when Namir backed Maggie into the kitchen where you could hear him kiss her and chastise her about a lack of bra.
Yet when she came back out, it was as if she was back to being our girl with little to no acknowledgement of Namir.
One of the few girls I’ve met that isn’t male centered.
She could be with her man and turn it off and just be with the girls without a thought about him.
“Alright,” Maggie said as she sat back down. Her hair gently floated back down to her sides as she popped the bottle open. “The initiation to….”
“The divine order of fuck shit,” Asha blurted out while Isis got the cups ready.
“No, no no…That’s not it,” Maggie said with a shake of her head.
“First, we have to see if she’s up to the task,” Isis questioned as she scooted to sit in front of her. “Okay Ayira…are you prepared to lay your life on the line at any given–––”
“My life?!” She blurted out with her thick accent as we laughed.
“Yes, your life. We are sisters for life,” Isis declared.
“We have been through some of the craziest shit,” Asha added. “You have to be down with us in order to stay with us. No exceptions, including your life.”
“I am not giving my life away when I have yet to live for myself,” she stated with a shake of her head. We all shared looks as Maggie threw her hand on the coffee table with a hard slap.
“Damn it, you passed the first test!” She shouted.
“Don’t give that shit up for no fucking body,” Asha nodded. “Good. That means you got common sense!”
“Next test!” Isis cut in. “You cannot judge what you see, and hear about any of us without telling or asking us, do you understand?”
“Even if you see one of us killing somebody–––”
“WHAT?!” Ayira blurted out as they laughed, clearly teasing to get a rise out of her. “I do not like this game…”
I looked back, feeling Namir’s presence just lingering and watching us with a disapproving frown before our eyes locked.
He was nervous, anxious about something but when he nudged his head towards the front door, I quickly turned away just as he walked back into the kitchen.
I didn’t bother to look at Maggie since she was so engulfed in the fake ritual with the rest that I glanced at my phone.
“Y'all keep going, I have to take this call,” I said as I got up.
They barely heard me as Isis had Ayira take her first pull on the blunt, blindfolded.
I could hear the coughing and laughter when I quietly stepped out of the house to see Namir looking around like he was watching the block.
Only the block was uniformed students getting back to their housing.
“There will never be a world where you can ever disrespect Maggie, especially to me and in front of me so please choose your next words carefully,” I threatened as I walked around to face him. His upper lip twitched in a silent snarl before he looked around, agitated.
“Why don’t you hear what I have to say instead of jumping to conclusions. I don’t want you–––”
“Why am I in your face right now?” I questioned, crossing my arms over my chest. I was reading his nervous energy all wrong, but I didn’t catch it until the last second when his eyes softened like a puppy not getting his favorite toy.