Chapter 36
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
TRINI COLEMAN
Isat there wondering why Havoc was leaving when we hadn’t even been here for that long. For the past few days, he had been acting weird as hell. Staring into space, looking bewildered, and hesitating when asked anything. Things I’d never seen him do before.
A part of me wanted to follow him, but I found myself staying in my seat, which was a first for me.
I then looked at Shakur. Even he’d been acting funny as fuck with me lately and giving me his ass to kiss and staring at me like he was crazy.
From the moment he shut the door in my face when we were in the Cayman Islands, he hadn’t said a word to me since. That was cool with me, but right now, he was gonna talk to me whether he liked it or not.
I stood to my feet, marched his way, and yanked on his shoulder to make him face me.
“What’s going on with Havoc?” I demanded. If anybody knew what was going on, it was Shakur. Ever since he and Havoc linked up to work together, they’d been inseparable, so I already knew that he knew.
He turned his top lip up at me before turning back around as if I hadn’t said anything. My mouth fell, and it lowkey hurt my feelings.
I felt my hands tremble at my side. Embarrassment crawled up my spine as I looked around, wondering who’d seen. A group of girls sniggered.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried again.
“Shakur,” I tapped his shoulder. Harder this time.
He looked at me over his shoulder. Face saying I was bothering him, but I didn’t care.
“What’s going on with Havoc?”
“Nothing,” he lied and turned back around.
I thought about slapping the hell out of him, but fuck him and his rude ass. I flipped my middle finger up at his back and headed back for my seat. If the nigga didn’t want to talk to me, then I was good on him!
I picked up my drink and sipped on it. A few minutes later, and for some reason, I just started to feel uneasy, and I couldn’t put my finger on it.
One of my homegirls that I’d brought with me told us a funny story about the dude she was dealing with, but I couldn’t even laugh or concentrate on what she was saying.
Something was bothering me!
I flicked my eyes up and found Shakur staring at me. His lips twisted as though he was fighting the words he wanted to say, and then he turned away from my eyes. I frowned, confused.
“Hey, would you like to dance?”
A tall, stocky guy approached me, breaking my attention on Shakur.
“Uh, no, I’m okay, thanks,” I said with a smile. He nodded and walked away. When I looked at Shakur again, he had an angry scowl on his face.
I wanted to go over to him and ask him what the problem was since he didn’t want to speak to me earlier, but chose to stay in my seat.
My friend handed me a drink, which I happily took.
Sometime later, I looked over at Shakur again for some reason, to find him talking to another female. There were a group of girls who Hayden had called into our section. I sat there and watched as he whispered something to her that caused a huge smile to cover her face.
I gasped. My mouth fell, and I felt my heart race. I wasn’t able to stop looking at them, and I didn’t like the feeling I felt brewing inside of me. And then anger took over.
I sucked my teeth. Fuck him, I wasn’t gonna let him bother me.
Since he was entertaining himself, I decided I was gonna find me a nigga to make me smile too. Seeing that same dude, who’d asked me to dance, I walked over to him.
“What’s good?” He smiled at me, flashing bottom grills. I almost changed my mind because I didn’t care for a man who wore grills, but he was cute enough.
“You still wanna dance?” I asked him, and he nodded before putting his drink down and standing up. I turned around and pushed my ass into his crotch, then I started moving my hips.
I felt his dick stand up almost immediately, and that put a smile on my face. Knowing he was feeling me, I made sure to grind my ass on him.
I flicked my eyes up, expecting Shakur to be watching, but instead, he was too busy still talking to that girl.
Instantly, I felt an attitude rush over me. A jealousy hit me like I’d never felt before.
Do I like him!
Hell no. There was no way I liked a rude ass nigga like Shakur.
I looked at him again, and this time he was looking at me with his top lip curled in disgust.
His face made me stop dancing. Shame hitting me hard.
I looked down at my feet before looking at him again. The girl reached up to touch his face, and I felt myself spiral. I angrily bit into my bottom lip, watching them as I felt my tears gather in my eyes.
No, I don’t like him. I fucking hate him!
That was what I told myself until before I could stop it, I found myself in that girl’s face, mushing the fuck outta her. She tripped over her own feet and landed on her ass.
“The fuck are you doing, Trini!” Shakur yelled at me. He tried to step around me, probably to help that bitch up, but I wish to God that he would. I shoved him back and stepped in his face.
“I dare you to help her up, Shakur! You got me soooo fucked up right now, letting that bitch touch your face right in front of me!” I screamed. He just laughed, like I wasn’t important, and waved me off.
“You gonna talk to another bitch in my face?”
Shakur grabbed me by the neck and pushed me up against the wall.
“The fuck you worried for, Trini, when you worried about Havoc?!” he snarled.
Tears pooled in my eyes and fell down my face.
My feelings were hurt just seeing him talking to another female in my face.
It wasn’t the same feeling as I had for Havoc, and I knew right then that I had fallen for Shakur.
All those years I followed behind Havoc, knowing and expecting him to marry Ocean, and I didn’t care.
I was willing to have any part of him, even if I had to share with Ocean.
I acted out after Kairi because I told myself that had I made a move, maybe it could have been me, but yet, I fell apart at just seeing Shakur have a conversation with another girl.
I was willing to share Havoc, but the thought of sharing Shakur made tears pour down my face.
“I don’t want you talking to another girl,” I sniveled. He looked at me and shook his head.
“I ain’t about to share you with another nigga either, Trini. You can’t have me and have Havoc too—”
“I want you!” I blurted out, cutting him off.
Havoc had just left, and I didn’t feel compelled enough to go after him.
I hadn’t even been around him like that since we all came back, but for the past week, my mood had been fucked up just because Shakur refused to talk to me.
Whatever I thought I felt for Havoc was nothing compared to the thought of Shakur being with someone else.
“I ain’t got time to play with you,” Shakur said and backed up from me. I grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to me.
“I’m not playing. It’s you,” I said.
He stared me in the eyes, and I hoped mine showed him that I was being serious.
Shakur grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me close to him before pecking my lips.
“We got shit to talk about,” he said. I nodded.
“I know, and I’m sorry. He’s the first person that I clung to after my parents died,” I explained.
Shakur looked away from me for a few seconds and then looked back at me.
“I hear you, Trini,” he said, but I knew that I had to show him. As I looked at him, I smiled and finally buried the love I thought I had for Havoc.