Free Fast Life by Cassandra Carter Page B

She had no doubt that it was Michael.
    â€œOoowee! Who is this fine thing right here?” Michael licked his lips.
    â€œShe’s that girl J was talkin’ about from the market,” Quentin informed him.
    â€œOh,” Michael said, before his mind drifted off to other matters. “So what’s up, Q? You down for a game of ball?”
    â€œNah, I’m not really in the mood. Where’s Justin at?”
    â€œProbably breakin’ Veronica off by the pond,” Michael joked. His comment made Kyra’s ears to perk up right away.
    So Justin has a girlfriend? Veronica. That name just sounds stuck-up. I wonder if she’s pretty. Hell, I know her ass ain’t prettier than me . She kept her thoughts to herself as she half listened to the conversation going on.
    â€œYou know he dumped her sanfi ass a long time ago,” Quentin said with a laugh.
    â€œWhat the hell is a sanfi? ” Kyra asked. She had never heard the term before in her life.
    â€œ Sanfi is when you are dishonest, manipulative and will sweet-talk anybody. A gold digger, you know.” Angel was first to offer an explanation.
    â€œOh.”
    â€œYeah, she’s a newbie. She’s not up on that slang yet.”
    The voice originated from behind her. Kyra spun around and set eyes on Justin, who was without a smile. He greeted everyone except Kyra and took a seat next to Michael. His arrival changed the whole mood of the table.
    â€œI’m going to play some ball,” Michael announced. He stood up from the table and began to dribble the orange ball.
    â€œBaby, do you want to go back by the pond and relax?” Quentin asked. Angel nodded and said a quiet goodbye to Kyra as she walked off with her boyfriend, giving in to his loving tone. Everyone had practically run off to give Justin and Kyra some privacy.
    â€œSo who’s Veronica?” Kyra blurted out as she ran her finger around the rim of her soda can.
    â€œShe’s my ex. Why?”
    â€œOh, I was just wonderin’.”
    â€œYeah, okay, but now it’s my turn to ask you a question. Would I be wrong to assume that little Ms. Chicago didn’t think us island folk knew any slang or talked without an accent?” She was silent as he went on. “It’s all right. It’s a common misconception. It’s just that I could read your type from the day at the market.”
    â€œPlease, you don’t know about my type.”
    â€œOh, is that right?” He smiled at her spunk.
    â€œThat’s what I said, ain’t it?”
    â€œWell, even though I would beg to differ, that’s not what’s important right now. I just want to know when you want me to tutor you?”
    â€œ Psh, you’re not really tutorin’ me. I’ll ask Angel or somethin’. There’s no way you’re about to be up in my house…in my room. No, no and no.”
    â€œBut Ms. Kingsley said so. Anyway, there are such things as libraries, you know? I mean, who said we had to do it at your house? I think you want me to do it at your house, don’t you?”
    â€œSay what? No! Ugh, yeah, right!” She was trying to hold back her smile. “I didn’t even know if you guys had a library around here. Remember, I’m new? And besides, where else would we go? Your little shack by the swamp?”
    â€œSo I see you got jokes. Do you got a man, too?”
    â€œOh, so now what? You wanna try and holla!” She let a laugh slip through.
    â€œNo. I just want to ask him how he puts up with all that attitude of yours.”
    â€œWhateva.”
    â€œBut naw, on the real, I’m just tryin’ to get to know you.” He took a seat closer to her.
    â€œMmm, hmm, sure you are.”
    â€œYou want to know what I think, Kyra?”
    â€œNot really, but I feel like you’re goin’ to say it anyway, so go ahead, Justin .”
    â€œI think that you want me to come to your house and that