Chapter 10
Chapter 10
A Tragic Tour Part 4:
Secrets
"You know, I understand you're mad and everything, but at this point you're acting weird."
"Huh?" I stopped in my tracks, feeling like someone shocked me with an active chord.
"Huh? I said you acting weird! Deidara, is everything okay, for real? I mean, you never actually got mad at me for this long before. Normally, you're the one to break the ice. I mean, seriously, what's really going on with you?" Itachi placed her hands on her hips hotly as she peered directly into my eyes. We were standing outside of my car, and all the negative feelings I once had were replaced by this cold feeling of being caught out in the act or something. Still, I scrambled for something to say.
"Itachi, I-" I was abruptly cut short by her.
"Girl, like what is it? You were gone for like, a WEEK, two weeks ago, and you STILL haven't texted me back yet!" At this point, she was starting to draw attention to us as she ranted. I felt my cheeks flush hotly with embarrassment as I processed what she was saying. Gone for a week? Then it dawned on me:
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Friday, May 23rd
6 a.m
"'Cause I'm up (Hey)
Zero, zero, zero, comma (Hey)
Heard you looking for a sponsor (Hey)
Well, you gon' have to ride this anaconda (Woah)"
I was awakened to my phone ringing loudly. 'Ugh, bitch what the fuck, who the fuck is calling me?' I peeled my eyes opened groggily, and picked up my phone, first checking the time before seeing who's calling.
"Tch, c'mom, it's 6 o' clock in the mornin'." I mumbled to myself, instantly regretting it as my morning breath damn near knocked me the hell out. I crinkle my nose at the awful smell and checked to see who was calling.
974-665-4536
Who the hell is that?
Right before my phone went to voicemail, I answered it.
"Hello?" I answered, my voice all crackly from sleep. My breath was hot as fuck but it is what it is at this point.
"Yo, this Dei, right?" A male voice asked. It sounded familiar but my mind was too cloudy to process what was happening. If you haven't noticed, I am NOT a morning person.
"Who this?" I asked.
"Damn, girl, this Tyrone, your personal trainer and choreographer. You forgot who I was already? I thought you saved my number!" Tyrone laughed at the end of his speech. I instantly snapped awake, rubbing that crusty ass crust out of my eyes. Shits was scratching the outlines of my nose as they was coming out.
"Oh, shit, um, hey." I tried to sound normal, despite still being a little sleepy.
"Uh, I hope you ain't forget what day it is. Your driver gon' be on his way in a few, y'know that right?" Tyrone questioned. I gasped silently as I realized what day it was. Oh shit! It's the 23rd!
"Oh, um, of course! Yeah, 8 you said, right?"
"No, tomorrow at seven is what your schedule said. Today, you're getting picked up to come out to Atlanta." Wait so today is NOT the 23rd? Wait, today's Thursday?
"Oh, okay okay, what time?" I asked, getting my thoughts together. Ino's supposed to go to Auntie Koi's house today. My parents leave for their trip today.
"12 p.m. Your flight's at 2:00." 12 o' clock? What the hell-so he woke me up at six to tell me this?
"So you called me at-" I took the phone from my ear to read the time, "6:15 in the morning to tell me this, Tyrone?" I asked hotly. A bitch was feeling agitated, okay? It's barely 6 hours until noon. I would have kindly accepted nine instead of this shit. My thoughts were broken when Tyrone laughed.
"Oh, I just wanted to see hear your voice, y'know…to see what you sound like in the morning." I resisted the urge to growl into the damn phone as I sighed heavily through my nose, not wanted to be attacked by my morning breath.
"So-"
"So get up, brush yo funky ass teeth, cuz I could smell it through the phone, boo, and get yourself together, It's gonna be a long day with checking in and everything like that."
"Boy fuck you. I'll see you later." I rolled my eyes at him and he snickered.
"A'ight, Miss Deiiiii." He sang my nickname in a singsong voice before hanging up. I flopped back down, wanting to go back to sleep, but now I was fucking up, and the adrenaline was kicking in. Sighing again, then grimacing at my hot ass breath (bitch this shit stank for real) I got up and started my shower.
….
"Well, you're up early." My mom said, surprised as she saw me coming down the stairs from her spot in the kitchen in front of the island. I was excited to tell her the news.
"Welllll, mommm, today is a SPECIAL day."
"Well, what day is it?" My mom asked, watching me plop my ass down on one of the stools behind the island, as she sipped her morning coffee. She was clad in her white robe, her thin, good necklace sharp against her pale skin, the opal pendant sparkling under the light. Her hair was wet and was wrapped up in a towel on top of her head, as if she were at the spa.
"I'm going to Atlanta!"
"But today's not the 23rd." My mom blinked, confused.
"No, but today I have to check in." My mom hummed in understandment before taking another sip and going back to her paper.
"Had a morning run?" I asked, going to get coffee myself. I took out a white mug, identical to my mom's, and poured some of the black coffee in from our Tiffany blue Keurig. We love Tiffany blue around here!
"Yeah, something light before I head to work. You know your father and I are leaving. How's Ino gonna get to Aunt Koi's?" My mom asked while I poured about a good six tablespoons of sugar into my cup and about a cup of Cinnamon Toast Crunch coffee creamer by Nestlē. I took a sip and sighed in delight. Bitch, this shit was good as fuck.
"I'll just have to take her, mom. She gonna have to be ready by 11, because at 12, I gots ta go." We ended up chattering and making bacon, egg, and cheese english muffins with tomatoes and spinach on top (my mom's healthy ass did that shit, I ain't put that shit on mine, though).
"Mmmm! It smells great!" My dad's voice echoed from the staircase as he made his way down into the kitchen. He placed a kiss on my forehead, his cologne smelling good and comforting. He wore a gray suit with a blue tie to match his chrome royal blue business shoes. His wild hair was in that obnoxious ponytail again, and he wore a silver Rolex watch.
He gave my mom a kiss on the lips before snatching one of the sandwiches. I was already tearing my down, getting ready to make me another one.
"Deidara's leaving for Atlanta today." My mom informed him. My dad frowned and in between chews said, "For what? I thought she was supposed to leave tomorrow." He took a sip of coffee he had just recently poured. His mug was blue with the Patriots logo plastered in the middle.
I proceeded to fill him in. My parents ended up leaving, and I was left alone to tend to the kitchen. Once it was 11, I headed upstairs to wake Ino up, only to find that she was gone. Immediately, I FaceTimed her.
"Bitch pick up the phone." I mumbled, getting impatient. She answered on the fifth ring, and instantly I knew where she was. She was at Naruto's house.
"Girl, how the HELL did you get to Naruto's house? I asked her. The said blonde was sleeping with his back turned towards the camera. Ino pulled the brown blankets over her naked chest, leaving just her shoulders and neck exposed.
"Girllllaaaa…it's too fucking early." She mumbled. I was appalled.
"Um, hello? Do you know what day it is? We gotta go to Aunt Koi's house. Well, you do. I have to go to Atlanta, and I'm leaving in an hour. What are gonna do? Cuz I'm not driving up to Naruto's house then bringing you all the way to Iwagakure."
"Girllll, relax, Naruto-kun can bring me. And I thought you were leaving tomorrow." Ino yawned loudly. I know her breath stank.
"Girl, ew, brush your damn teeth. And I check in today. Make sure you check in with Mom and Dad by tonight, bye!" I hung up, not even tryna think about what she and Naruto could have possibly been doing together last night.
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By the time I got off the plane, a bitch was tired. I rolled my suitcase into my assigned suite and was instantly surprised. The room was beautiful, and had a balcony. The hot tub was next to the shower in the bathroom. The hot tub was the first place my ass went to. I stripped naked before filling up the tub. As I waited for the bitch to fill up, my phone kept pinging with constant text messages from Itachi asking if I were okay. I put my phone on Do Not Disturb, and went through my emailed schedule. Tomorrow auditions start and to say I'm nervous is the fucking least. But I'm excited. These Atlanta bitches got asses that are way bigger than mine, from what I saw so far from check in, big enough to make me jealous, but not enough to make me quit.
I turned the full tub off and put on some meditation music so a bitch could fucking breathe. I let out a long withheld sigh as I sank deep into the tub, allowing the heat to engulf my body.
As soon as I was about to get into it, my phone rang. I groaned, exasperated, only to find Itachi calling me. I rolled my eyes and pushed the lock button to silence it so that the ringing wouldn't disturb me. I thought I put that bitch on Do Not Disturb. The fuck, dude.
It's not that I don't wanna talk to Itachi. It's just that I need to mentally prepare for tomorrow. I didn't even tell her I was here, for crying out loud!
After about a half hour, I washed myself clean in the shower after draining the tub, which by the way, that shower was pure magic, and I climbed into bed, instantly going to sleep.
…..
"Lower Deidara, lower!" Tyrone called out. We were dancing to You the Boss by Rick Ross and Nicki, and I was having trouble staying low to the ground while winding my hips. It was just because I have a bad knee. Damn this fucking knee. I need to fucking get in!
"From the top!" The music started again.
"I'll watch…you play
And I'll doooo, whateverrr you say," at these lines I made my body roll. We were already rehearsing for three hours and I already was tired. The other girls in the group, however, weren't even breaking a sweat, which I just couldn't believe! Not to mention their bodies were PERFECT! Some were from here and others were from various islands such as Jamaica, Peru, etc.
"I'll waaaaaaaatch you plaaayy,
And I'll doooo whatever you say,
(I'll do anything that you say, anything cuz you the boss)
You the boss
Y-y-you the boss aye" I flipped my hair and whirled around, making sure to arch my back good as I bent forward and grabbed my ass cheeks seductively.
"Cut!" Tyrone yelled, and some of the girls, including myself groaned in agitation. Ugh, what is it now?!'
"Deidara, sweetie, I need you to be a little more sensual. Loosen up, you're too stiff." I felt embarrassment pool into my stomach as he said this. I can't believe he called me out in front of everybody! Now to mention I'm the only Asian bitch here!
"That bitch white, anyway, she don't know how to dance for real." A lightskin girl with curly light brown, highlighted hair said aloud, causing some of the girls to snicker. She wore pink short Nike spandex with a white crop top, and ballet shoes. She kind of reminded me of Itachi, but that didn't stop the aggravation from growing within me. Bitch, I am not white! And I can dance!
"I'm Asian." I corrected her, catching an attitude. I don't care who this bitch is, I'll beat her ass on sight, fuck she talkin' 'bout! Bitch, I know how to fight, the fuck!
"Hey, hey, ladies, ladies, race doesn't matter when it comes to dance. Dance is a form of art, not specified to a specific race group. Now, we didn't come here to fight, we came here to work." Tyrone looked at me with his annoying red turban on top of his head. He wore a read jean jacket, his gold chain with a designer white tee underneath the jacket and black baggy jeans with his Timbs. Him and his timbs. He looked rather bice, but the look in his eyes was slightly concerned before he returned back to normal. He ran a hand down his face, and the clapped his hands, both hands adorned with thick gold rings.
"A'ight from the top! Let's GO!" The music cut on again, and I couldn't help but feel this fire surge through my body. Ima make this bitch eat what she said. Watch me!
The music started again, and this time, I didn't hesitate to take the lead. Because, who the fuck this bitch thought she was, tryna play me? I'm Deidara Yusani Iwa, and I am NOT to be played with!
Expertly, my body rolled and my hips winded in perfect circles as I executed my moves perfectly. I knew I was eating shit up because Tyrone was watching me with a different expression in his eyes that were borderline lustful. So I took the chance to capture him with just that emotion. Lust.
When it was time for me to dip down while grabbing my asscheeks, I licked my lips while looking at them, arching my back while I did the saltshaker, making my ass jump nicely. I gripped my ankles while I did this, then dipped down to the floor, where I slowly began to twerk, pretending I was throwing it back on my dildo (shhh, don't tell nobody hoe!) back home. Tyrone was looking kind of surprised when I started EATING THESE BITCHES THE FUCK UP, throwing this ass around in a circle with my ponytail swinging, and a whole bunch of lit shit. I ended with a split, and this time I got the room's approval. Except a few hating bitches along with homegirl that thought she had something to say. Hmph, bitch!
The administrators and Tyrone clapped.
"Alright ladies, and we're done! That was excellent, give yourselves a round of applause!" Tyrone exclaimed. We all hyped ourselves up, some of the girls hugging each other but I stayed by my lonely, cuz, bitch, I don't have time to be making friends! I came here to win!
"Alright, 15 minute intercession, and then we will announce the winners. Y'all can go grab yourselves some refreshments, and y'know, do yo thanggg shawties." Tyrone spoke with a lil drizz his voice as he winked at us.
The girls dispersed into groups of chatter, and I sat on the bleachers. We were in a high school gymnasium, Tyrone claiming it was to save money. Bitch, it's Nicki Minaj, how the fuck we tryna save money while we got a whole tour to host? This bitch is a fucking millionaire!
I bit into my chocolate chip muffin and watched as the bitch that had something to say earlier was looking at me funny while joking with her newfound "acquaintances." I stared back, daring her to do something. I might be short, but best believe I ain't no punk bitch, the fuck. Deidara is not the one, like I said.
"Alright! Y'all come circle back in so we can announce the winners!" Instantly, we all swarmed in like bees to a hive, me making sure I pushed my way to the front. I got a few bitch comments thrown at me, but I didn't care. I wanna see who the fuck won, and I wanna make sure I hear correctly.
"And in first place we have…" my heart started to pound as the back of my throat began to get dry. My ears tuned in hard and my eyes almost zoned out trying to focus hard on what was happening right here in front of me. The nerves was threatening to slice through my skin, but I didn't care. I was too anxious to hear the name.
"Destiny Zokalaëz! Zo-Zokaleez? Or Zokalayez?" Tyrone asked into the crowd.
"Zokalay-iece!" The said girl called. I looked over to see that it was none other than that bitch from earlier. Aww, what the fuck! Why this bitch? She shot me a devilish smirk as she walked up to the front and stood on the miniature podium,and I hardened my stare on her. I'm not gonna let her see me sweat, although I felt like melting to pieces because I wanted to be first. Now I'm questioning if I'm even gonna fucking make it.
"In second place we have…" at this point my heart was thumping. C'mon with all the fucking suspense and get this shit over with!
"Justina Okorah!" A dark skinned girl made herself known as she sashayed through the crowd, her big fat ass bouncing in those tight ass shorts she had on. Her body was literally perfect; flat stomach, curvy waist, small titties but a big ole ass and a pretty face. GAAT-DAYUM! She the whole fucking package! She flipped her straight hair that reached her waist as she climbed up to the podium, her bangs framing her forehead perfectly. My heart began to sink, however, beating thunderously as I tried desperately to keep my faith. 'God, please let me win, let me WIN!' I silently prayed to myself.
"And in third place we haveee…"
(Gulp)
(Ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom!)
"Deidara Iwa!"
"Oh my God, YESSSS!" I cried out in excitement, causing a few giggles and applauses as I happily made my way to the podium. I watched as some of the girls looked defeated and the others high fived themselves.
"In LAST place we haveeee…." One of the administrators did an obnoxiously long roll call, making the girls anxious all over again.
"Priscilla Rodriguezzzz!" The girl cheered almost as loud as me as she practically ran to the podium. She had a slim and trim, neat body kind of like mine, but her butt was slightly bigger. Damn, these girls and these big asses. She wore a simple black halter top and gray spandex, making her ass appear extra fat. Sheeshhh!
"Everyone else, thank you for your time and cooperation! Apologies to those who are disappointed, but the administrators have made their final decisions! You may depart from us now, and your rides will assist you for those of you that live out of town. Good luck to you all!" Tyrone announced, sending the remaining girls walking out the doors, some sad, some crying, some mad, and others just happy to have had an experience.
"And to you ladies," he began, "I suggest you all prepare for the tour. I will be calling each of you very soon to get you briefed on what's to come. You ladies may go and have a good night." Tyrone dismissed us. I was getting ready to turn and leave when Tyrone grabbed my hand.
"Yo, come over here real quick, lemme holla at chu." Tyrone said, his voice hinting something that was kind of making me intrigued. What the fuck did he wanna talk to me about? A part of me got excited and the other part became nervous. He led me over to the bleachers by another set of doors and stood in front of me.
"Yo," he started. I raised an eyebrow for him to finish. "What I said earlier, I meant it. You could really dance, ESPECIALLY for an Asian girl, and I'm just being honest." Tyrone shrugged, a small, sheepish grin adorning his brown features. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
"Oh please, we're not that much different from you guys. We love hip hop culture too, you know, a lot of us grew up off that shit." I explained, smiling nonetheless. I knew he only meant well by that.
"I see. It makes me wanna see what else you can do." Tyrone licked his lips and folded them inwards suggestively as he stroked my chin with his thumb and forefinger. I felt myself blushed and before things got too intense, I broke myself free.
"Tyrone, quit playing!" I laughed, trying to hide my shyness, but of course he caught on.
"Aww, somebody shy." We both laughed as I tried to play it off. When the laughter died down, he started again.
"Nah but for real though, I'm tryna take you out sometime." He has an accent that I almost immediately recognize, come to think of it, but I can't really place my finger on it.
"Where the hell you from?" I asked him.
"I'm from Chi-Town, lil baby." Ohhhh, that's where!
"Oh so, you know Lil Durk?" I asked, getting excited. Tyrone laughed.
"Nah, but I know one thing," His voice trailed off.
"What?" I asked him. He leaned down real close, his breath fanning the crook of my neck, almost making me shiver as warm tingles shot through my nerves.
"He can't fuck wit' a nigga like me." He said softly in my ear. I paused for a second to register what he said, and then it dawned on me. That song by Durk, "Like Me", popped in my mind, and I laughed.
"That was pretty fucking clever." I said, my voice borderline unexpectedly lustful in a way. Tyrone immediately caught on cuz he leaned down to kiss me. My body reacted before my brain could and I kissed him back. After a few moments of his soft lips on mine, he touched his forehead to mine.
"Go yo ass home," he whispered, then grabbed my ass. "Wash this ass fa me…and then FaceTime me that pussy." He licked the bottom of my lip with the tip of his pink tongue. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks and then I caught on to the song reference. Yo Gotti, "Down in the DM." I laughed again and moved him off of me.
"Boy shut up!" We talked shit to each other some more before I left, feeling more alive than ever before!
….
I sighed as I succumbed to Itachi glaring at me expectantly. I can't keep doing this.
"Okay, girl. Get in. We need to talk."
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A/N: Okaaaaaayyyyyy, so Itachi out here spazzing on Deidara? And what's up with Deidara keeping secrets? Are her and Tyrone gonna actually be a thing? Stay tuned to find out more!