13 Mejila

I regretted agreeing the second Ade pulled me to him by my feet, which were formerly next to his lap, and mauled me, resting his head on my chest while chanting thank you like an idiot.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Starting my own civilization that will one day overthrow the world as we know it and make you all slaves to my regime. " he rolled his eyes

"You play too much."

"Ask a dumb question get a dumber answer. We're partners now and you look in need of a hug"

"No, no, no, we are two people who dislike each other but happen to support a common goal and team up, temporarily I note, to work towards it."

"So, partners?"

"Get the fuck off of me."

"No, your chest is soft." I quickly smacked him and moved his big ass head off of me and he smacked me back on the arm. Of course this lead to me smacking him back and in a few seconds we were wrestling like toddlers.

"Great, my head is cold now. Why are you so mean?" he complained, the funny thing about him was no matter how ridiculous or childish he was, his face was almost always stony, and his voice full of bass. I got the sense that he wasn't someone who genuinely smiled often, like me, but we had laughed ourselves to tears almost every day I was been there. Now that I knew the truth, there was nothing between us anymore. We were friends, genuinely, and that scared me.

"Shut up bitch." I snapped.

"Whatever, dumb ass." he countered

"Don't call me dumb, pussy.

"Imma call you what you are, dumb fuck."

"I'm not doing this childish shit with your grown ass, I'm hungry."

"Starve." Bobo retorted

"Bobo please feed me since we're partners now?" I smirked

"Stop calling me that shit. Your opportunistic ass. You want Wendy's? I think there's one around the corner."

"Yes yes yes thank you! Can I leave something for my family on our way?" I questioned sweetly, knowing fully well it was way out of our way.

"Look how the food got you asking me for permission and shit, how cute. You finna call me papi?"

"Kill yourself. " We continued our banter as we walked into the car garage and started driving until we arrived on my street.

"I'll walk, be back in five."I began to lift myself from the seat when a hand came out and pressed me back against the seat with force. I squinted my eyes and gave him a look he knew threatened his life. Irritatingly enough, he gave it right back.

"Walk where? You tryna die? It's two am, you aren't walking anywhere."he stated flatly.

"As if you have a say. I'm fine, I'll take my pepper spray."

"Oh because that helped you so much the first time? You ain't gone agree to help me then get killed before we're even in Ximenes related danger."

"Fine."

"Leave a note in your mailbox. In yoruba. Don't give details. Just enough for them to know you aren't dead. Sadly."

"Kiss my ass."

"You wish I would."

"Negro please." I rolled my eyes at bobo and snatched the paper and pen he handed me. Quickly scrawling: Mo nifẹ rẹ mama ati baba. Emi ko sá lọ, ṣugbọn mo ti mọ pe emi ko le pada si ile sibẹ, ohun ti o tobi ju ni ewu. Ma ṣe sọ fun olopa tabi ẹnikẹni miiran ti eyi, Emi yoo wa ni ile laipe. -Nani

Translation: I love you mama and baba. I did not run away, but I have realized I can't come home yet, something greater is at stake. Do not tell the police or anyone else of this, I'll be home soon. - Nani

When I finished the note, Ade drove to the mailbox, dropped the note in, and we sped off to the closest open Wendy's, forty minutes away. For a couple minutes, we sat in comfortable silence, then I turned to him and spoke,

"So, start filling me in. What's the game plan?"

"We need to dissect the system piece by piece through multiple steps. "

"What are these steps?" I questioned.

"That is for me to know and for you to find out."

"Ugh!"

"I mean I may trust in your loyalties enough to give you the gist of what I'm doing, but my whole plan? Now that would just be dumb. Even if you don't betray me, capture and torture is always a possibility." he stated dryly, eyes never leaving the road.

"Fair enough." We chatted about stupid shit for a while until we finally arrived. Ade began to get out of the car and looked at me like I was dumb.

"Bo why aren't we in the drive through?" I asked.

"The line is long, get your lazy ass up." I glared at him and threw open the door marching into the restaurant. To my disdain, Ade was right. There was only one person in line as opposed to the three cars we would have been behind outside. When they finished I walked in front of the cashier. She was cute, light brown-skinned with a blonde lace front and it wasn't too obvious. From the top half of her body I could tell she was thick. I smiled at her and she smiled back sweetly but just when I was about to begin my order I saw her eyes get distracted and when I looked back all I could see was Ade. Being stuck with him for so long literally made me forget he was conventionally attractive and there were people that actually found him hot. I gagged internally and began my order. When I couldn't decide whether to get a spicy chicken or a baconzilla I just forced Ade to get the baconzilla for me to taste and proceeded to order large fries, chicken tenders, a frosty, and a cookie. When I finished I looked up and asked Bobo what sides he wanted, to which he just raised his eyebrows in annoyance and continued ignoring me. Then, he pulled out his wallet and gave the cashier his platinum card. I smirked when I saw their hands brush and looked back up at Bobo and wiggled my eyebrows. He ignored me. Once we were checking the food on the side of the counter, I noticed the number written on a napkin in our bag.

Call me when you decide to ditch that bitch. I'll treat you right . 648-777-4352

I rolled my eyes and started snickering while Ade looked at me like I was crazy and had the audacity to say "This why she called you a bitch."

"I'm not a bitch, I'm an acquired taste." I responded as we walked back to the car. Annoyingly enough, I never got a chance to feel pissed because I was too busy feeling second embarrassment for the cashier who saw him wipe his drink residue off the counter with the napkin she wrote on and throw it away in front of her.

"You're so outta pocket ."

"Nah I'm offended. Out here actin like I'd ever go out with your little ass and still let you talk shit on top of it."

"Let me? How the fuck would you stop me? That's so funny."

"I probably couldn't. Which is why I stay away from your psycho ass."

"First of all, if you ever got the chance to be with me you'd be too busy counting your damn blessings to worry about whether I'm crazy or not. "

"You a fucking curse if anything. I'm sure you'll make someone happy though. Some people like crazy. When the crazy person ends up killing them cuz they looked at someone else for too long...well they don't like that, but it's nice for them while it lasts. When you're rich on the other hand, you like living long."

"We get it. You have money. I don't know why we're talking about me being a curse when you have the emotional depth of a teaspoon and aren't cute enough to make up for it. "

"Wait what?" He asked once we settled in the car. "Why must you lie and continuously try to convince yourself I'm not fine when we both know I am?"

"Are you sure?"

"I don't have time for you."

"Aw. That's sad ain't it. Well at least you have time for X"

He glared at me and I opened the wendy's bag and inhaled. Food always brightened my mood.