Chapter 3: Is You Mad?

This is it. S/o to MO being a boy. IKR, this shit.. but it's kinda funny. Yeah, but no.. it's like, nobody has to be who the claim they are. Niggas shouldn't even be surprised. True, it is twitter. Okay y'all... enjoy. 
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Nicki removed her earphones from her ears and looked around. “Well that was a good movie.” The movie she was watching had just ended and she hadn’t noticed that everyone was asleep. Where’s S.B.? Nicki wondered. Before she could think about it much longer, S.B. returned to his seat and started to flip thru a magazine. “Psst.” Nicki whispered. He was so into that Maximum magazine he didn’t even hear her. “Psst! ‘Faree.” This time he heard her, but pretended he didn’t. I know this nigga hear me. She thought. She searched around her perimeter for something small. She settled on the tiny safety pamphlet, and folded it into a small square. She launched it at S.B. but missed. It connected with the side of Martin’s head and he stirred. Everything was still as Nicki awaited his response. He tossed and turned a bit until he could get fully comfortable. Nicki sighed and relaxed. S.B. let out the laugh that he’d been trying to hold in. He laughed until he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. The text read: ‘Oh you noticed that, but you ain’t notice me callin’ you huh?’ Swear he gets on my nerves. Nicki thought to herself as she waited for his response that seemed to take forever. ‘Nope, I noticed you and your bad aim’. This nigga got jokes. ‘Get ova here.’ Nicki responded. S.B. got up from his spot, and went to sit by Nic.

          “What you want?” S.B. asked her once he got settled.

          “Why do you think I always want something, Safaree?”

          “Why else would you call me?” S.B. asked bitterly.

          “Bye, Safaree.” Nicki said. She was shocked to see him get up and walk back to his seat. He placed his headphones over his ears and blasted Wale’s Diary. Soon enough he drifted off into sleep.

         

          “Safaree. Wake up.” Nicki gently shook him.

          “Mm.” Safaree moaned. “Let’s sleep in baby.” Nicki’s face twisted in confusion.

          “What?” Nicki asked.

          “Come on. I’m still tired from last night.” He responded.

          “Wake up, Faree.” Nicki shook him again, this time with a little more force. S.B. grabbed Nicki’s wrist and his eyes shot open.

          “Man, Nic, what the fuck!” He yelled at her. This slightly frightened her. She wasn’t so used to being caught off guard. It also sent a tingle thru her body, which made her shiver.

          “Keep yo ass on da plane den nigga.” Nicki snapped back. Everybody on the small, private jet turned to look at the commotion. S.B. looked confused.

          “Oh, my bad Nic.” S.B. said.

          “You can let my wrist go now, Safaree.” Nicki responded, looking at his big hands gripping her tiny wrists. S.B. let her go and she quickly stalked away and out of the jet.

The team said their goodbyes and parted ways. Everybody went to their own destinations except Nicki, S.B, and Big Dream. The trio got into the all black Ford Expedition. Dream sat in the passenger’s seat, which left Nicki and S.B. the back seat to share. Nic sat as close to the window as she could, and reclined her seat back as far as her luggage would let her. It was 2 o’clock in the morning and all Nicki could think about was taking a warm bubble bath and curling up on her king sized mattress, wrapped in her luxury satin sheets. This idea soothed her muscles for the time being.

S.B. faced Nicki. “You mad at me?” He asked her.

“No.” She answered emotionlessly. She refused to look in his direction.

          “You ain’t spoke one word to me since we got off the jet.”

          “Well conversation goes both ways, Safaree.” Nicki responded bitterly. You could hear the venom in her words.

          “It’s kinda hard to talk to somebody who gets mad at everything you do.”

          “Safaree, you put your hands on me and yelled at me.” Nicki unknowingly pouted her bottom lip. She looked up only to see him giving her his dead face. She tried to resist the urge to smile but failed miserably.

          “And if you don’t like what I’m talkin’ bout you try to change the subject.” S.B. said in a hurt voice. This made Nicki feel bad. I don’t mean to Faree. I just do. Nicki thought to herself.

          “Well, you play too much.” Nicki said, crossing her arms.

          “What!?! See that’s what I’m talkin’ bout.” S.B. exclaimed knowing this conversation was heading nowhere.

          “Safaree, just shut up. Okay? Nicki said spitefully. His words were hurting her feelings but she didn’t want to show it.

          “For what? For speakin’ my mind? For speakin’ the truth?” S.B. said in a tone that was a border line yell. Big Dream turned around. He definitely considers S.B. a friend and knows that he would never purposely try to hurt Nicki, but if things ever escalated he’d be obligated to do his job. S.B. noticed Dream looking back and forth between him and Nicki causing him to tense up. Nicki noticed the both of them and quickly thought of a way to ease the tension. Damn. Like seriously. I’m not in the mood. She thought.

          “Y’all good back there?” Dream asked.

          “I’m good. I been dropped it.” Nicki said.

          “You good up there nigga?” S.B. said sardonically. Dream ignored S.B.’s question to ask Nicki one more time.

          “You sure?” Dream asked, focused on Nicki.

          “Yes Dream. Now both of y’all can leave me alone.” She said tiredly. Dream turned around and resumed back to whatever he was doing.

          “Yeah, better turn back around.” S.B. mumbled under his breath. Nicki rolled her eyes and just as she was about to huff she noticed that they were home. When the truck came to a stop in front of the main entrance Dream got out as usual checking the perimeter. S.B. got out after Dream signaled it was clear. It was more of a routine rather than necessity since the whole premises was gated and guarded. Nicki waited for S.B. to open her door for a brief moment, but remembered their recent confrontation and assumed he wouldn’t. Nicki stepped down onto the running board then hopped to the ground. Without looking around she headed straight to the lobby doors. Since it was a little after 3am the automatic doors were off and the Bellman was off duty. Nicki opened the door, and let it close behind her. She knew that S.B. and Dream were behind her with the luggage, but she didn’t care. She was still mad and had no problem letting them know it.

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