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Part 2 ..
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Chapter 4 Part 2: How You Gone Act Like That?
Huey glanced at the time on his phone before sighing and slipping it back into his basketball shorts. West had missed a second scheduled workout. He was more concerned than his usual annoyed demeanor. It was unlike her to not call him and confirm that she was showing up (..or not). West was always professional, something Huey appreciated and was intrigued by.. he figured himself as the only person with the "business first" attitude.
Plus she was so damn strange.
Sure, in between their workouts there was not an ample time for conversations. Only a short pause before they hit another target area.. and when he did at least TRY to spark up a conversation, she'd answer him plainly, leaving him feeling awkward. He hadn't even worked up an solid enough rapport as to where he could invite her to lunch.
Huey figured seeing West would be a push in the right direction.. he'd fall back into a comfortable way of living instead of his monotonous daily schedule of the daily grind.
OK, maybe it seemed a little selfish of him to pursue her just for those reasons.. but he actually wanted to get to know her better.
From the outside looking in, she seemed to be compatible enough. She was beautiful no doubt, the air of complete mystery around her. She never even told him why she was here in Woodcrest.
Not that she was obliged to tell him..
Although.. it does make for nice small talk.
Huey only shrugged & made his way past the weight machines & over to the men's locker room
After his steamy shower, Huey stood next to his locker shirtless with his towel thrown across his left shoulder. He decided to send a quick text to West, to inquire about her whereabouts, and if he possibly needed to cancel tommorow's session. Innocent enough.. Huey thought.
- hey, missed you today. Should I cancel for tmmrw?
Huey could've slapped himself again.. "missed you today?"
Real professional. Now she probably thinks you're dehydrated.
-Hi Huey.. I apologize for not telling you in advance about me missing this morning. Had a doctors appt. I'll be there bright & early tmmrw.
Huey nodded thoughtfully.. Still he wonder what caused her not to show up the FIRST time.
-Hey next session.. Lets grab lunch afterwards, maybe?
His eyebrows rose.. So she was taking initiative & making the first move? Okay.. less work for him. He was tired of trying to awkwardly invite her out anywhere. He chuckled dryly before typing into the phone..
-why not? You'll need the energy, I plan to make you work twice as hard.
- lol.. alright Freeman, whatever you throw at me, I can handle.
Huey smirked.. the obvious innuendo within their conversation. he put his phone away, before changing back into his casual wear and grabbing his fitness bag.
"Alright lunch. Now I can pick her brain.. Find out more about this little woman."
West stared at the text with a small grin before lifting off the table to grab her handbag. She was waiting for the doctor to return with (hopefully) good news about her occurring back pains. They'd been bothering her quite often lately.. Forcing her to skip out on her gym time with Huey. It would've been simple to explain her actual reasons for not showing up.
But then she'd have to explain her ACTUAL reasons for not showing up..
West still could vividly remember Ramone kicking her over with those hard ass boots. How quiet he remained through the entire nightmare.. All she heard was her own cries of pain. She closed her eyes feeling a fresh set of tears coming to surface. The doctor entered the room, jolting her back into reality. She quickly brushed away the single tear before the doctor could notice. She ran a hand through her thick hair casually, awaiting the news of her test results.
"Good news Miss McGregor, the occuring back pains you've been having were brought on by stress, not an ruptured disc."
West nodded her head in a daze, half listening to the doctors report.
"But.. I would like to bring you in for additional testing.. & try to lay off the strenuous activity, you're already a healthy young woman but i'd like to see you manage & maintain that healthy lifestyle." He said, peering at her over his wide-rimmed glasses.
West smiled briefly. "I'll try.."
The doctor gave her some prescriptions for pain-killer medicine, pamphlets on herniated disc pain, & a small purple notebook to record each time she experienced back pains while doing normal day-to-day activities.
In the car-park garage, West could've sworn she heard footsteps shadowing hers. She stopped to turn fully around.. the sounds of some very familiar sounding boots were coming torwards her. West was no fucking fool though, she wasn't about to stick around for whatever or whoever was coming her way. She jogged over to her car, doors already unlocked & engine started thanks to her modernized keys. Sounds of her tires squealing on the pavement, as she turned sharply out of the semi-dark garage.
A dark figure walked out to the middle of the carpark, smoking a familiar cigar. He bent low to pick up a small piece of paper. He squinted his hazel eyes to read the small print.
West McGregor
3456 Lavender Ave. Apt 401
2.5 milligrams/325 milligrams : 12 tablets of Percocet
take every 8 hours.
He smirked, stuffing the paper in his jean pockets. Walking back into the darkness of the garage, he was already planning a visit to see his old friend.
The next afternoon.. Huey & West stepped outside the gym, fully dressed in their casual daily clothes.
Huey, sporting a navy-blue ONLY East River Rapids crewneck, dark navy & white Neff "Freshman" varsity jacket, a pair of black, crisp 501 Original Levi's & Wolf Grey/Black Nike Air Flight 89's.
While West displayed her feminine yet quirky & sporty, style.. adorning khaki fitted-cargo riding pants, a cropped heather Grey harvard Yale sweater with navy blue block lettering that showed off her belly button, a royal blue Yankee's knitted beanie with a white pom at the top & a stylish pair of high-top brown-leather Vans.
The two walked towards the deli, Huey had went to after their very first encounter. West held the door open for a bemused Huey Freeman who walked past her with an arched eyebrow & a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
As she joined his side staring up at the menu, he gave her a gentle jab in her side with his elbow.
"What was that all about?"
Still looking up at the menu, as if she was in deep contemplation about today's lunch.. she replied.
"What do you mean?"
Huey rolled his eyes, before tugging the strap of her canvas bag a little, making it lop-sided & finally recapturing her attention. She huffed with a small laugh & eye-roll of her own, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. He tilted his head back forwards the door..
"..You always hold the door for your dates?"
Now it was her turn to raise her eyebrow..
"This a date now?" she remarked, her hands on the small of her exposed back, leaning forward with her head tilted to the side & fully grinning at Huey.
"Yup." He looked down at her slightly shorter stature, Scanning over her body & face with a plain look.
She straighten, suddenly shy under his gaze.
"Well.. I plan on paying for my own meal, so don't feel obligated." her unique hybrid eyes held a mischievous gleam to them.
He scratched the back of his ear..
"Well that pretty much had always been the plan.. you pay for your meal, I pay for mines."
She turned to shoot him a look before rolling her eyes again.. smirking at his smug little grin.
After they ordered & sat at a table next to the window, they began to eat & finally hold a real conversation outside of the gym.
Huey learned West was a professional dancer and had been in several avant-garde, artistic music videos. She preformed with a dance company/modeling agency that hired out their models & dancers for concerts, performances, commercials, tours & music videos. She had just came from New York after doing a White Stripes video, mostly modeling. She originally was from Dallas, Texas.. grew up with her dad, mom skipped out on her after age one. From what she told him about her father, they seemed to be extremely close.. which was something Huey liked. She graduated from Paul Quinn College majoring in visual arts & digital photography. She studied numerology & zodiology for fun & just out of pure curiosity, which intrigued Huey even more. They both joked over which was the more dominant personality, him being a Aries & West a Libra.
After 2 hours of conversation, & several orders of green tea that neither of them seemed to be able to finish, they walked back to the parking lot of the gym.
"Today was a nice change of pace.." Huey said walking West to her car.. a sleek metallic-black, 2012 Camaro SS.
West smiled before setting her bag down in the driver's seat. "Suprisingly it was.. what was it that kept you from inviting me to lunch anyways?"
Huey slightly tilted his head, putting his index finger in front of lips as if he were pondering the reason.
"Gee.. maybe the fact that you never offered me anything more than a one syllable response for 2 weeks MIGHT have something to do with it."
West giggled, earning a look of annoynance from Huey, as he folded his arms leaning against his black 2012 Jeep Liberty. waiting for her to finish laughing at whatever was so godammned funny. She chewed on her pale-pink manicured finger with a wide grin underneath, not willing to back down from his stare. It seemed as if the stubborn Aries & charming Libra was locked into a battle of wits.
Huey broke the silence with a question.
"So you WERE waiting for me to ask you out, am I right?"
West gritted her teeth still grinning, a more snarky one this time. She released her jaw from its tight clench. She sighed looking into the orange, dusk covered sky. Huey stared at her eyes.. One hazel/green, the other pale gray. Twinkling. Filled with hope. Reminded him of someone..
"I guess.. I was" she shrugged casually.
"Somebody had to make the first move.. guess you didn't have the guts to."
She suddenly looked back to Huey's face, her hybrid eyes piercing through his maroon ones.
"Aha.." He laughed unamused.
She only shrugged in response. "Aren't you glad I did though?"
"Possibly, there's nothing about you that would make me regret this.. is there?"
His response earned another laugh from West, who was fully enjoying his whole "standoffish" act, even though it was pretty much established he was interested.
..She was guessing the last part. Maybe he was, maybe not. No pressure either way.
Ok. she really hoped he was..
"No, Freeman.."
He grinned at the familiarity of her using his last name to address him.
"..there isn't anything I need to forewarn you about before we go out again."
West immediately wished she had bit her tongue, hard. Why couldn't she filter her thoughts with what came out of her mouth like a normal person? Huey only ran his hand across his well-trimmed goatee carefully, before looking up at West, with one eyebrow raised.
"Alright, since you clearly want me to ask you.."
She narrowed her eyes at him & pursed her lips in mock annoyannce.
"Have dinner with me."
Her face soften. Well, she was right for once.
He was interested. And they were having dinner. "Oh wait, I haven't said yes yet.."
"Tonight?"
"Nah.. I was thinking tomorrow night, around 9:30.. I've always wanted to go to Hampton's, this is the perfect excuse."
He bit down on a grin that was on the verge of spilling out, West was slightly scowling at his dry-humor. It was so easy to push her little buttons.. even though she did pretty good job of hiding it.
"Dining alone is always option, heard from an old wives' tale that it's good for you health."
And apparently, she wasn't shy of returning the favor as well.
"I'm getting a little bored of this game West, just accept already."
she cracked her knuckles, before yawning.. "I'm tired too Huey, so I'll accept.. as soon as you ask me in a more sincere manner."
Huey rolled his eyes before smirking over his shoulder, "This girl.. I haven't even paid for dinner yet, & she's already got me jumping through hoops."
"Lucky she wearing the hell outta those pants.."
West raised her eyebrows in a comical manner, enjoying having turned the tables once again, and watching him become annoyed.
Huey simply walked off, looking over his shoulder.. "Join me for dinner?"
She scoffed, before grinning.. Looks like that was the closest she was going to get to actual invite to dinner, Hell maybe anywhere.
"I guess Freeman.. make it 9:45, I heard Hampton's is upscale."
"I'll call you before I leave my place.."
She rolled her eyes before getting in her car. "Difficult ass.." she said under her breath, before shutting the door.
He chuckled, walking around to the driver's side & getting in.
She didn't even have the slightest clue.
Huey ran a hand over his tired face.
Why in the fuck had he let Ceasar talk him into going to Onyx with him? It was 11:12 & the two men were in one of Woodcrest's most popular nightclubs, on a Friday night. The club was lively, but not overcrowded. Still though, Huey wasn't feeling this atmosphere, everything was corny & forced.. everyone here seemed as if they had something to prove.
He could hear Ceasar's lying ass, talking loudly over the music, trying to persuade some overly-prissy women to join him & Huey.
"A couple beers at he bar, he says.."
Huey was silently contemplating how bad would it look if he busted Ceasar over the head with a bottle of Ciroc & quietly left the club.
Ceasar, on the other hand was in his moment. Friday night, another paycheck in his bank account, & he was looking fitted. Onyx was on his to-do list tonight along with several baddies here.. the girl in the striped halter, the one with the blonde curls & wide hips, and definitely the female bartender with the ripped leggings & bow-legged walk. Lawd.
His main objective though, was to bring his sulking ass best-friend here to meet some women, parlay and shit. At least get a dance in with one of the many, many, attractive females here.
Looking over at his pal.. Huey's eyes met him with a bored look, as if to say.. "Fuck outta here nigga.. I ain't dancing."
Ceasar sucked his teeth, "Aight. Imma let the nigga brood.. he'll get bored and make use of his time eventually. In the meantime.."
Ceasar flashed a grin at a young woman sitting at the bar across from he & Huey's booth.. she was wearing a black blazer, with a vertical-striped bandeau top inside & matching skin-tight leggings. She grinned back, and signaled to the bartender to bring over shots. Ceasar was already praising in his head. This night was going as expected.. maybe if he was lucky, that bartender would join him & his new date later..
Huey glanced over at Ceasar getting up from his seat, making his way over to the bombshell at the bar like a hungry jackal.
He could've killed this nigga.
Huey looked at his phone.
11:24. Fuck my entire existence.
He got up deciding to head to the bathroom, before heading out.. it was no way he was finna sit up and play wing-man for Ceasar tonight. He had shit to do the next day anyways. As he made way through the dance floor the DJ started playing Wale's That Way."
Huey scoffed silently, "A perfectly good sample of Curtis Mayfield gone to fucking waste.. At least Lex Luger made the beat sound halfway decent."
As he stepped off the dance floor, he looked over to the bar, only to see Ceasar leaned over the girl's ear whispering..(something lame as fuck, no doubt). She laughed loudly & kissed his jaw lightly before pulling him by the hand to dance.
He shook his head.. "that's the last I'll see of him until Monday."
Just then he saw a familiar face, along with some unfamiliar ones.
West was here.. with some of her girlfriends, he guessed. He moved through the crowd, now trying to make his way back to the bar. Once he saw her, it was murder she wrote.
She was literally killing the game.
Hair in it's normal flipped/casual flair. Body on point. A plain white v-neck shirt, plenty cleavage on display. Dark-washed MINKPINK jeans hugging her small hips. Leopard red-bottoms on her feet giving her a few inches of height. Smokey gold & bronze eye makeup that made her already unique eyes more striking. A simple hanging-diamond necklace around her neck.
Pale pink lips in the form of a smirk. The whole club took notice of West & her female crew.
Even Huey was thinking it.
"Bad."
"Imagine me falling up in the same club as Huey Freeman.." she stepped over to Huey with a smile, hips slowly swaying.
Huey shook his head.. "I'm about to leave.. this shit been dead."
"Wait.. foreal? when you get here?"
her two friends pointed to the upstairs section where they'd be hanging out at, West nodded her head in acknowledgement.
as the song changed to something with more bass, and more people started to gather to the dance floor, Huey had to step closer & bend down to her height so that he could be heard.
"Around 10:30.. this isn't really my scene anyways. You enjoy your night though."
He noticed she shivered when he moved his hand away from the small of her back, he hadn't even notice he put his hand there. He was probably trying to pull her out the way from someone bumping past her. Yeah that was it.
She looked up at her friends already dancing with glasses poured of some over-priced over-rated champagne probably, in their VIP booth teasing the guys ogling them from below.
"Yeah.. I guess you're right, I wasn't planning to come out either."
Huey sighed. Ceasar would never let him hear the end of this, he knew his ass was lurking around somewhere & already had caught sight of West.
"Look, one drink.. & then let's grab something to eat."
Shit was all TOO familiar. This is how he ended up fucking off with Maxine.
Different club. Same conversation.
Except this time around, he was a single man.. & he could actually entertain the thought of going home with West. Even though that was far from his plans.. He could still imagine.
She smiled, giving him a surprised look.. "Well then, what we shooting down first Freeman?"
Huey raised one eyebrow.. "I said ONE drink girl."
"Sorry. I didn't catch that.." she said over the music.. already walking off towards the bar.
Huey sighed.. "What am I getting myself into?"
West was already at the bar, laughing and dancing to Drake's "Show Me A Good Time." blaring throughout the club.
Huey rolled his eyes.. they would play this corny, emotional-ass nigga.
"Song kinda thumps though.."
How did I end up right here with you?
after all the things that I been through
it's been one of those days
you tryin' forget about
take a shot and let it out
let's get right
now that I'm here baby...
show me a good time
(oh yeah, oh yeah)
show me a good time
(oh yeah, oh yeah)
show me a good
show me a good
show me a good time
(oh yeah, oh yeah)
He smirked & shrugged his shoulders as a sign of defeat to no one in particular as he walked over to join her at the bar.
He decided to live a little. Carpe diem.
Drake was still a corny ass nigga though.
Things can only get more interesting from here..
Jazmine will be making her grand appearance next chapter. Riley & Cindy will be popping up too.
More about our current villian, Ramone will be revealed. He & West have an encounter also.
I'm in the middle of writing Chap 5 & trying to decide if I should do a part 1&2 again. But most likely I won't.. It'll be just nice & lengthy.. with hopefully enough bits & pieces to keep you entertained.
I'm glad you guys are enjoying this so far, because it's been a blast to write.
Stay Tuned til' Next time..
`xo.