Chapter 8: My Boo
Tyla, Christina, and I dance to Work by Rihanna which is like our theme song, in the car as we take the Brooklyn bridge to Harlem. Tyla is well known for her funny personality and looks on Vine, Twitter, Snapchat and most of the social network base. She is really funny and Christina, Tyla, and I have been together for more than two years. We met at a Vine convention that Christina had to go to. Christina is well known for her vlogs, tips, vines, and YT videos. I am featured in most of her videos and I guess I would say most of my followers comes from her and a few others.
But, back to the reason Christina is recording Tyla and I dancing to Work is because we are going to Harlem to get her hair done. One of Christina and Tyla's hairstylist are there and from what I hear, he does a hell of a job and we are getting our hair done tonight. I have to work, but since it's Friday, right after we are going to the club just for girls. I am really pumped for tonight because it has been a busy week with me trying to get ready for my next section in my classes.
"H-H-Harlem!" Christina shouts as we seek the welcome sign when we get there. "I don't know about ju guys, but màmi needs her hair done!" Christina smoothens down her edges as we park the car and get out. We walk quickly together while acting a fool at the same time to get to the salon, we enter and there isn't a lot of people there luckily. I am grateful for the girls to book an early appointment. We greet the stylist and his name is, Darwin.
"Who wants to go first?" Darwin asks when our hair is washed, curls hanging from all of our heads. I raise my hand and he laughs at me while he goes to blow dry me. Darwin blow dries my hair and moisturizes it and then straightens it out and cuts it so that it is even. I sit in the chair on my phone while Tyla gets her hair done.
"Just got my hair done!" I smirk at my phone, flipping my hair over my shoulder and start dancing to the music in the back. I publish it on Snap. I lean back in the chair and watch Tyla get her hair done while Christina talks to Darwin about her hair. Before I know it, I am out like a light on the chair, hoping to get some energy for tonight.
[Four]
"Just got my hair done!" I watch as she flips her beautiful hair over her shoulder and she starts goofily dancing to the music in the back making me give a chuckle.
"Never thought you would have a Snapchat man, welcome to the 21 century!" Zeke claps his hand on my shoulder, startling me. Today is the day where we cherish our lives, because today we don't have to work! Zeke is supposed to be there but he faked being sick, so he is out. I roll my eyes at him and relax more into my sofa. "Oh, I see, you got a snap because Tris is on there and you want to keep your eye on her so Robert won't get in them Calvin Klein panties before you do." He nudges me in the shoulder and my face falls.
"What makes you think she wears C.K?" I ask, tilting my head to the side. Mentally imagining what exactly would she wear. She looks like she does where that, maybe with a little bit of the PINK stuff girls obsess over now.
"Looks I guess, she doesn't seem like the type to pay for a thong-"
"-Why do you have so much time on your hands to think about this stuff?" I question, standing to my feet to go to the kitchen to get a Pepsi, "Don't let Shauna hear you talking about this stuff, she might shoot you with a BB gun."
He bursts out laughing at me, "Shauna has been with me long enough to know that I will talk about other girls but keep my eyes on her only. Now, Christina looks like the one who will spend money for a wedgie all day, Will's luck. Hey, where is he?" Zeke asks as he pulls bread from my fridge and starts to make a sandwich.
"I don't know! Zeke, stop coming over here and eating my food!" I shout at him.
"Well forgive me for being a brother and eating his brother's food!" He rolls his eyes at me. "But, honestly, since you have a Snap, you need to add me. Oh! Let me show you the filters!"
[Tris]
I look at myself in the mirror at my outfit, I have on a pair of high waist jeans and a white tank top over a white bra. My hair is pulled into a messy bun and I have on very minimal make-up and I have on heels once again. Christina and I have our change of clothes in our bag so all we have to do is change and leave, I am so glad my shift is shorter than usual. Hopefully, just when we get there it will hopefully be happy hour.
"Look at the bubble butt!" Christina slaps my butt as she walks by.
"Christina! What the hell! I told you to stop doing that!" I groan as I sling my bag over my arm and follow Christina out of the apartment. She gets into the Jeep and drives us to the pit.
"Hey Tori!" I shout once we place our things in the break room.
She gives me a smile, "Hey Tris, it's not as busy as usual. But, it's still pretty busy."
"Okay, where's Lauren?" I question as I slip behind the bar.
"Sick."
"Okay."
I get behind the bar and start taking orders, the night goes by quickly with Christina and I glance at the clock every ten minutes. Zeke, Four, and Will even joined us tonight, "You guys keep looking at the clock, are like some strippers gonna pop out or something?" Uriah asks, leaning against the bar.
I furrow my eyebrows at him and tilt my head, giving him a strange look, "Nope. We are looking because we need to change soon, because right after, we are going to the club. And no, you guys can't come with." Christina says walking past me to add a cherry to a drink.
Will holds his hands up and smirks at her, "Excuse me."
"We're here bishes!" Tyla announces, leaning over the bar and gives me a hug. "And we as in me myself and I!"
"What club are you going to?" Four asks, leaning more forward to me.
"Well, we are going to stay here in Brooklyn and see what's lit and go there." I tell him.
"Oh," He smiles at me, "Only the lit ones?"
"Only the lit ones." I confirm and I smile at him.
"Hit them folks! Dab!" Christina says when we reach the lounge/break-room. Our shift is finally over and Tori was able to provide us with our checks that we are going to cash once we leave. This night couldn't get better! Uriah, Four, Will, and Zeke are still there though and they have really been a nuisance during our shift, including Tyla because they kept making me laugh and get distracted. She and I strip of our clothes after we shut the door and I look through my bag for my outfit. I find it and slip it on.
My outfit is white and black, majority white, body suit type of thing. It connects at the top of my back but the rest on down is showing, it has long sleeves and it's not tight but not too flowy either. It's perfect. I found this when Christina and I went to many of our Cherry Hill shopping sprees in N.J when we went to visit our parents. "I wish I would be able to wet my hair." I look at my hair as I bring it down from my bun. "I want my curls." I tell Christina as she slips on her dress.
"No, leave your hair straight. It still looks flawless from this morning." She tells me and I look at myself in the mirror, I look in the mirror and I take a part it in the middle and then pull it into a semi-low ponytail. I go grab my make-up and quickly apply some fresh eyeliner, mascara, and a little bit of light grey eye shadow in the inside part of my eyes and then I put on some red lipstick. I put in some gold earrings and I put in my gold nose ring and a matching necklace. I put on some pointed toe, black, heels and I spray a bit of perfume on me.
"I look fine." I dance in the mirror and Christina strolls up beside me and takes quite a few pictures and videos of us. We clean up the room and unlock the door and walk out. "I woke up like this." I pose for Tyla and she fake passes out at me and laughs while Four stares at me with a smirk on his face. Tyla dances her way to me from the music playing and throws herself in my arms.
"Four has been staring at you all night, and you look amazing." She screeches in my ear and I laugh. She and I are both short, so even though we both have on heels, we aren't that tall. "Now, we must leave so we can get some money and go throw it back in some clubs."
"Not me of course, I like to drink and enjoy the music." Christina and Tyla both give me a look.
"Yeah! Okay!" They both walk out and I furrow my eyebrows at them.
"Don't mind them, I don't do that. Bye guys!"
"Bye Tris! You look h-amazing!" I hear Uriah yell to me and Four glares at him, muttering something under his breath.
I chuckle to myself, "h-thanks!" I turn around and walk out, hearing a few whistles directed towards me. I roll my eyes and walk out of the bar, catching up with my friends.
The club is lit, the people are lit, the music is lit. Everything is lit. If you couldn't tell, my new favorite 2016 slang word is Lit. That's because one of the greatest rappers of all time, Travis Scott, uses it. He and The Weeknd are two of my favorite rappers/singers who have ever joined the music industry. I know all of their songs and I know where they are from. Christina and I dance to 'Cut It' while Tyla records us with the flash on.
I chuckle and part from my bestfriend, "I am going to the bar for a drink." She and Tyla start to twerk, blantly ignoring me. I roll my eyes and go to the bar, I slide in between two girls and lean against the kind of sticky bar, instantly regretting it.
The bartender smiles at me, "How can I help you?"
"Hawaiian Stone Sour." I tell him and he furrow his eyebrows at me as I hand him my ID and credit card. "What?" I ask him.
"You look like the type of girl who loves her drinks extra fruit with sugar around the rim and a cherry dangling out of it." He smirks. "Not whiskey, simple syrup, lemon, and pineapple juice."
I playfully shrug my shoulders at him, getting a little offended at his sh*tty, sexist comments, "Well, you can't judge the book by the cover, it might be a totally different story." He gives me a wide smile and leans forward, completely stopping on my drink, his pearly white shining through the dim light of the nightclub. Usually, I would get pissed at this type of attention and because he is taking forever, but it's so cheesy I can't help but to smile and giggle at him.
"What?" I question and he shakes his head and hands me my drink.
"Are you from America?" He questions as I take a sip of my drink, nodding my head approvingly at him.
"What makes you think I'm not?" I ask.
"The lingering accent." He says, crossing his arms, "I can't really hear you from the loud music, but from what I can hear. You sound like you are. . . Spanish?"
"Since you can't technically be, Spanish. I will tell you that I am Puerto Rican." I nod my head at him, taking another drink of this delicious mixture.
"Cool, before you leave. What's your name? I don't want to just remember you as the beautiful girl I met at my job that really held my attention. New York is a big place, but when I see you, I would like to address you by your name."
I smile, "What are you a stalker?" He holds both of his hands up, biting his lip, "Tris."
"Gabe."
"Nice to meet you Gabe."
"You too, Tris. Hopefully I will see you again tonight."
"Yeah."
I turn around and make my way through the crowd. I think about all of the men in my life that makes my head spin a thousand miles per hour because they are bombarding me. Four, Robert, sometimes Uriah, and now Gabe. Great.
[Four]
I'm so pissed that I didn't go to the club with them. Now, guys will flirt with her and slap her butt without feeling any shame. She isn't claimed, nor am I. But, of course she thinks that because of Nita. Because of her. She looked so beautiful when she walked out of that room, she was right, she did wake up like that, flawless. . . I can't believe I just said that. But, I saw how many guys were giving her stares and I chuckled to myself as she shook her head as some a*sholes whistled at her like she was some type of dog!
Yes, her butt is big, her boobs are perfect. Her face is perfect, everything about her is perfect. But, we don't have to treat women like that. They are the carrier of our children! We don't treat them like that. So, I lay here on my bed checking that bloody app, Snapchat, to see all of the girls have fun. Tomorrow I have to go back to checking accounts and taking money out of them so I can make money for my own self.
I've never been more distracted with I saw Tris that night at the bar. Usually girls would try to talk to me, but due to my hard face structure they would leave me alone after I glare at them. I try not to be rude but all of the girls look the same this generation. Nothing stands out with them, big hips and big boobs are something they all crave so they get injections everywhere just to get attention they are never going to seek. But, Tris, there is something different with her. It's like she doesn't have a care in the world about what people think of her and she has a fun time and live in the now, not wanting to be like other girls.
That is what I like.
Hola mi amigos and amigas! I hope that you guys are enjoying this story and sorry for the shorter chapter than usual. Today is my birthday *cue screams and applauds* and I want to have fun today. So, I didn't want to burden you with another long day without an update. Even though I have an exam today for one of my hardest subjects and craziest teachers, I still want today to be a fun day.
Bye everyone!
