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“Safir!” Tina screamed.
“What!” he screamed back.
“Are you going with me or not?”
He was thinking about it. But he wasn’t sure. He just thought about all those extremely great looking people. All those muscle carved guys and those pencil thin girls. The beautiful faces. Busy makeup artists. Photographers flashing away trying to extract the perfect pose out of those models. He would just be in the way.
“We’re having a party and everything, at the end of it. Do you want to go!”
“I think so.”
“Whatever, I’m leaving,” Tina materialised at the front of his door.
Safir looked up at his sister. She was light skinned with a mop of red-brown curls that exploded over her head. She towered over him in her heels. She was the perfect body type for her profession. Modelling.
He on the other hand had a pudgy stomach midsection that seemed to balloon out whenever he ate, thin arms, slightly knocked knees and wore glasses. He was not ugly but he was just a little awkward. Except when he smiled. Then he was cute. Or so his sisters said. But they were supposed to say things like that, they were his sisters.
She waited for another reply as she placed her hand on her hips and tapped her foot.
“They’re gonna have all these great looking people there. I’ll be so intimidated.”
She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes at him. With a whip of her hair she whirled around and disappeared.
Safir looked up at his closet. Tina had brought him a khaki beach shorts and he had the best polo to wear and he could always steal his father’s Kenneth Cole slippers.
“Is your friend’s Puka Shell necklace in the car still?”
“Yes,” she said getting further down the hall.
“I’m coming!” Safir said pelting off his bed, tearing off his clothes as he shot into the bathroom.
He screwed the shower tap on on full blast. He jumped as the cold water hit him. He looked up at water heater. The red light was not on. So be it. He grabbed the bar of soap from the soapdish and swiped it through his armpits, nether regions and then his stomach. High sweat areas. He screwed the tap off and flew out of the bathroom and got ready.
He heard the car start up outside just as he pulled his iPod’s earphones from the wrinkled mess of a bed sheet he had rolled up on the ground.
Beep! Beep!
Just now. Tina was impatiently blowing her horn outside.
He darted out of his room, slipped on the Kenneth Cole slippers that were flung in the hallway as usual. He fell down on the messy dining table as he flew into the dining room and grabbed the housekeys from the small container in the centre and the iPod on the tip.
Safir ran out of the house and began locking up the front door when his hand brushed past his pocket and felt his cell phone was not there.
“Tina! I’ve got to get my cell!” he shouted to the blue Mazda Familia in front of the gate ouside.
A hand emerged from the window with his BlackBerry in it.
Okay. Then he continued locking up. He plugged the earphones into his ear and began walking to the gate.
When he got into the car he said, “You were really counting on that yes?”
She gave a little chuckle and zoomed off.
Safir looked around the car, “Where’s the chain?”
She pointed to the backseat.
He curled around his seat and began looking for it. “Please clean up your back seat,” he poked as he shuffled through the haphazard covering of Notebooks and photocopies.
“My car,” she said in a singsongy voice, “I’ll do what I want.”
He found it. Next to it was a shining new pair of aviator sunglasses. He took them both up.
Tina was a senior model. So in that time she managed to build a few healthy relationships with the fashion designers that she modeled for and so could pick things from the wardrobe without people saying a word. And a few of these goodies somehow found their place in his hands.
“Buckle up,” Tina said to as she neared to a stop.
He turned around and put his seatbelt on. She looked across and laughed.
“What?”
“Can you even see in those?” Tina said looking at the sunglasses he was now putting on.
“I refuse to let you bring down my self-esteem. And my glasses will not stop me from wearing what I want.” he said forcing a smile to stop from surfacing.
She shook her head and turned onto the highway.
“What is so special about this shoot?”
“Djorn keeps bringing his spoiled little sister and she keeps getting in the way.”
“So you need me to occupy her,” he nodded noticing that he was being used, “Nice. I so love you.”
“I love you too hunny,” she said cheerily responding to his sarcasm.
“What’s her name?”
“Danikha.”
“How old is she?”
“Just remember I love you so much.”
“That did not answer my question.”
“She’s 21.”
“Little sister? Tina she’s older that you.”
“I know.”
“So how am I going to occupy a big horse like that?” Safir was only sixteen years old, hanging out with his 20-year old sister was already pushing the envelope. Now he was supposed to occupy someone older that her.
“It’s okay. She acts...well young.”
He looked at his sister.
“This is not you trying to set me up with anyone, is it?”
“God no! Ew! You’re just 16 years old.”
There was a pause.
“Please I’m begging you. Whatever you do. Just occupy her. Those are people way beyond our range.”
Safir looked at Tina. Tina and her sister Divan weren’t his real sisters. They were kind of adopted a little while ago after their mother died and their father in a rash fit threw them out on their behinds to fend for themselves.
They came from a fairly wealthy family that lived in West Trinidad. Her father was a club owner and her mother was a business attorney. So when she said that they were above our range he took her at her word.
He swallowed.
“How rich?”
“Djorn Anderchek and his sister Danikha are from a Norwegian family who owns shares in the Nestle Company. Their mother was born in the Caribbean and daughter to a Curacao hotel manager. They are rich. And their friends,” she paused, “They’re bored and wild because of it. Please stay away. I managed to for the two years I worked with them. It’s really glamorous but it’s not worth it.”
“So you’re pushing me in, head first?”
She swallowed as she slowed the car at the traffic stop. She bit her lip.
No one knew that her actions would bring about the series of events that would tie Safir up into the fast-paced life of the Caribbean upper class. Alcohol, money, sex and boredom were an equation for disaster when a little Island middle class boy was added into the mix.
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