Chapter 78: Friendly conspiracy!

Friendly conspiracy!

  "What's going on, Kareem? Morgan?" She questioned us

My eyes wandered about searching for the right words to say to her. Pixie looked confused as well also searching for the right words too not to disrespect my mother.

  "Mrs Khaleefa..." She stuttered then mother interrupted

  "...Go home, Pixie! Now!" Mother instructed her then Pixie nodded positively picking up purse, she looked at me swiftly turning away walking out if the room finally.

Immediately, she phoned Larry authorising him to drive her home. That was nice of my mother because i literally did not expect that even if she know she's got a big heart.

  "Mama! Its not what you think, i can explain everything..."

I tried to explain to her yet i had no idea on what to say then slapped me on the face. I can not remember the last time i got hit by my own mother. She was angry over what she saw. I rubbed my cheek to ease the pain then i continued

  "....I'm sorry! I was carried away..."

  "By what Kareem? You bring some low life out there to kiss her in my house under my nose? I thought you were responsible enough, i thought you were better than what i assumed you to be? I can't believe this..." She scolded. She held her forward  pacing back and forth. Mother surprised me when she concluded Pixie to be a lowlife. Pixie was nowhere close to rich but she was average and i admired her that way. "That's quite unacceptable. I won't have her come by to disrespect us that way. Kareem what else do you want to do to me? I've had enough of you already, you're wearing me out okay?" She stopped scolding

  "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it. I was never going to go extra, Mama!" I explained. 

  "Go extra? You must be out of your mind! Don't let me hate you, do not give me a reason to act like your father." She warned but her words pinched me, i felt disappointed instead.I interrupted instantly

  "...That he's not my father or what exactly?" I asked her anyways. "You could simply ask me what happened and what made it happen, i thought that you were going to ask me about her or even advise or something better but all y'all keep saying to me is all about finding my roots? My biological father! Seriously Mama? Are you also on his side now?" I asked her as my eyes began to well up in tears.

She looked partly remorseful still trying to keep a straight face as well

  "Kareem! Don't ever talk to me in that manner, I'm still your mother you know that!" She warned

  "....Yes. Yes. Yes...Mom, yes! You both are trying to ruin my life into pieces already?! I'm sorry for interrupting your perfect life. Did you really wish to keep me right from the start?...." I said then she slapped me again

  "Hit me all you want, it can never change a thing!" 

I said to her. I knew it would hurt her but i said it regardless. I took a black hoodie that hung on the chair then I wore a pair of shoes at the corner, i also pocketed my cell phone and my wallet, i assumed my credit card to be inside. Mother watched me to all these while she stood in silence. 

  "Jordan! Where are you heading to! Sit down, now!" She instructed but i ignored walking out scurrying. 

Yeesha came in front wherever she was coming from with

large nylons on both hands. She called from a distance asking if there was a problem but ignored

  "Kareem!..." She called loudly

  "Stay out of my business!" I snapped running out to the parking lot. I stood still wondering if i should take any of the cars or not because there were over Five cars parked. I decided that taking a cab would ease my problem a bit. From the time i was born I've never entered a cab for no reason so it felt strange and weird to me. I walked out of the premises then i stopped a cab. I entered it without s complain then i told him the description of the favourite restaurant my friends and i frequented. I texted Jeff and texted stating that he'd be arrive in 10 minutes that he was just about to drop Zoe off. I don't seem to understand the relationship between these two but whatever it is, it was embedded around genuine  I guess, i thought. The waitress recognized me to be a regular trooper as she smiled then she handed me the menu but i turned her offer down only requesting for lemonade instead. I waited patiently.

Jeff scurried In a jean denim jacket, black jean and shoes. He sighted me immediately then he came forth. I stod up as we hugged because it was like a tradition to us including Lamar who decided to opt out hanging around sime really crazy and riffraff set of students. He looked at me questioningly then cleared bhjis throat

  "Jordan Kareem Khaleefa...." He began seriously

  "....Jeff Paolo Marco...." I taunted seriously as well but he continued instead

  "....you're unbelievable bro! 30th time in the history of our school and you feel sad about this? Bro! This is sick! Thumbs up and a very big well done to you!" Jeff said sarcastically with a smirk on his face. My face squeezed immediately, how could he say all of this at this point in time, i muttered within. 

  "Bro! This is not funny. I'm in a big mess right now and it feels like my parents are against this guy over here. I'm wounded, man!" I stopped 

  "How bad is it?!" He asked putting on a more serious look, he looked very curious and interested as well.

   "Its terrible and guess what?" I asked as his tongue flickered side to side swiftly.

  "Pixie was at my house earlier and we did it!" I leaned backwards with a tight smile on My face waiting for his reaction.

  "No you did not?! Y'all did it? Oh my god Kareem, you're a bad guy indeed. This should be the 31st crime scene on the record. What? No one was home or what?" He asked

  "Its just a kiss stupid, come off it! When she came in i really thought Mama was out for business as a

always. She stormed in on us...." I narrated while Jeff was laughing as hard a possible trying to keep mute at the same time. I was slightly pissed but i expected such reaction from him though. It seemed like payback because I could remember the first time he kissed a girl in 6th grade, Lamar and i wouldn't stop laughing at his anxiety and nervousness, he looked timid and naive. Normally, he was the life of our trilogy but that day was different and of course we didn't see it coming. I decided to bring up the past scenario to grinch his wicked and sarcastic laughter. He stopped like a robot in accordance to my plan work.

  "That's not funny. Besides, that was a long time ago! Its not working, Drill! So what do we got to do? Since mother caught you right in the act, what's next?" He asked while i was thinking too

  "That's not even the problem! My father is...." I was about to spill out the beans to him then a call interrupted, his call to answer not mine. I appreciated this moment because i didn't have to go any further talking about us. He turned away as he picked up again.

  "Yes sir! Right here...Anything for you!...a'ight!" He hung up with a smile. "Bro? I've got to go right now, Papi needs me. My Abuela has just landed and seriously seeks my attention. I'll see you tomorrow." We shook friendly

  "C'mon Hoodie! We're here to brainstorm about this.... Jeff, I've got a problem that needs to be solved...." I complained bitterly with a long face.

  "....And I've got Mi Abuela to see, Kareem!!!! This is super important, i can't miss the family ritual...it involves real  cash...money!" He explained duly. I felt i was selfish yet i had a hunch that he was up to something unusual. Jeff took his phone and Versace sunglass then he scurried out.

I sighed. I rubbed my downward and i guess but was time to settle for hair cut, just a little and a cleaz Mohawk since my hair was full enough and dark.  I thought. I called Pixie's phone to hear from her if she really got home safely. A time dial worked this time.

  "Hey Jordan! Im so sorry for not calling at all, i had to explain everything to my mother and believe me, she was mad as hell. I'm really sorry Jordan...." She dropped after apologizing to me.

  "Cmon, dumb Pixie. Who apologise for a kiss huh?!" 

I did not see the need for that and besides who apologizes got a kiss?! That's totally unreasonable to me and quite dumb just as i called her. Dumb! Since, she was fine then i had no reason to worry about her. Why am i even worrying about her? She's not a child and i don't have to feel indebted to her when she pays you nothing, not food designer clothes and shoes; Money can not be everything to some point so why do i have to be rude to someone who took out time to visit me when anyways; the voices in my head battled wrestled and it interrupted my state of mind.

 "Kareem?" A voice i recognised to be Father's called out calmly and softly then i raised my head up towards his direction then i realized that the restaurant was empty at about 05:16pm. Then i wondered if Jeff had this all planned out? If he gets did then i wouldn't mind storming into his mansion for the 32nd crime, what the hell Jeff? I muttered within. I stood up hastily

  "Kareem?"

  "You can buy the whole world but not me." I countered proudly

  "That's not it! I just needed to talk to you. I can't..." He tried to explain

  "...Look SIR, I'm not having this conversation with you obviously. What exactly do you want from me though?" I asked, it was disrespectful i know that but i can't forget the thing he said to me indirectly "What do you want from a prodigal like me? 'Coz it seems like I've got to fight for survival in someone else's house...." I blurted out

  "Quiet Kareem!" He yelled then i sat down and did the same. Then he began "Go on Kareem, yell at your father! Go on!"

 I was quiet. When father prompted you to do something wrong then there'd be my/h mode trouble. His face didn't look remorse or like be wanted to plead for forgiveness. I was overridden because father knew my weakness and he rendered me helpless but i didn't let it slip through as well.

  "You have to apologise to me first!" I instructed then he smirked, how could he ask for such he thought, i guess.

  "Apologize? That's right! I would. I'm so sorry, Kareem. I messed up real bad for being your biological father and my little son wouldn't have it easy with me 'coz he thinks that i hate him real bad that i want nothing to do with him, am i right?"

Father blurted out almost mockingly. I was dismayed that my face accommodated a squeeze on it. Pathetic for me.

  "What's that all about though? I'm not at fault here, you are. How's that's suppose to make feel anyway?! How could you say a thing like that, how could you ask such questions, asking Mama about a dead man, does that even sound healthy to you? You know i didn't know you hated me this much...." I stopped, giving him room for his own argument and to defend himself if he could. I touched an interest part, his lovely wife, Danielle, whom I still have to apologize to.

  "Yes. I was wrong and i shouldn't bring up such bad and awful memories back to life. But you messed up real bad, you almost had that girl killed.....Kareem!" His eyes widened

  "Yes i know! And i apologized for that, i apologized to the family even to her." I said defensively.

  "That's not enough." He scolded

  "Fine!" I shrugged. We were both quiet then i sparked again "Dad!..." He looked excited, he smiled. "Why are you excited yet..." I realized i called him father. Oh Kareem, this is your father. A voice echoed in my head, i continued "Who's Zafar?" I asked. I searched about my father online and a murder scene popped up. His face turned cold and intimidated. He was lost for words, my curiosity would definitely kill a cat like me. 

  "We should visit Darkie. Its about seven o'clock." He digresed

  "Lets talk about it. Let me know everything." I laughed "A criminal huh? You and mother are really my icons. I didn't make a mistake about that. Y'all are really cool parents in my world. Tell me everything and I'd forgive you forever!" I almost threatened nicely

  "Ka...Kareem! I promise to tell you everything right after we visit Darkie, Is that ok?" He asked.

  "Hmm!" I shrugged

We drove out of sight in a brand new black Tesla, my father is very much good with cars and my mother is not an exception and i could also say that im growing into the same heritage. This mkan always has a way of making submissive to him. I expected a fight combat or a deep irritating conversation not a calm talk like he began. He went further to rent a whole five strar restaurant just for us to talk and patch things up like we never ever argued before. He looked and me and smiled then turned to the road to focus on the drive. I smiled faintly turning to the window seeing through. Miami looked better at night and colorful in the day time. Immediately i remembered thebpast events from the first day of resumption to this very day going through a suspension session. Everything was displayed before me in a bigger picture like i asked for it, anyways, my illusion asked for it. I couldn't stop reminiscing on today's kiss, my mind flew miles away. Mother must be mad and disappointed but it was bound to happen at least have sex in my father's house anyway. That would be entirely disrespectful, i detest that too. My first kiss happened at 6th grade like Lamar and Jeff, we played a truth aand dare. I wabted to be dared because i love to explore whatever it is, good or bad. Jeff and Lamar dared me to kiss a hot blonde girl that had groupies like my sister, since i was rich and manipulative, i figured out  her favourites tgen inused it against her. She began to fall in love with me and i created an epic moment for a notable after i arranged with my friends to watch out for their personal evidences. I won. I earned respect from not judt my friend the students entirely. Unfortunately, she found out that i was pranking her then she got infuriated and it resulted to her leaving the school because she was bullied in return. She was someone that was hard to please, but i bit it regardless.