Jada shook her head and turned and faced forward. But she threw another dart at Simone. Under her breath, she said, “Probably don’t even know the nigga’s last name.”
“Fuck you, Jada!” Simone yelled from the back seat and then lay down and stretched out across the entire backseat of my father’s Lexus, her eyes closed. She mumbled something else under her breath about a credit card, but she wasn’t making no sense, and I was paying her no mind. I just wanted to get both of them home and out of my car, so I could handle my business.
Ten minutes later, Simone suddenly sat up and started talking about how she didn’t feel well and felt like shit.
“Jasmine, pull over. I gotta throw up,” Simone shouted over the music.
“Ahh shit! Hold it until we cross into Queens,” I said. We were crossing the 59th Street Bridge, and the car was moving at a good rate of speed, so there was no way for me to just pull over.
“I can’t hold it. Just pull over and stop the car!”
“Simone, where the fuck you want me to pull over to? Roll down the window and hang your head out and throw the fuck up!”
“Just stop the car!”
“Bitch, I can’t! But, I swear to God, if you throw up in my father’s car, I will whip your muthafuckin’ ass!”
Two minutes later we were just about to cross into Queens and Simone started banging on the back of my chair and tapping on her window.
“Roll the window down, Jasmine. I can’t wait no longer. I gotta throw up now, and this window won’t go down. Hurry up!”
“Ahh shit! I don’t know these buttons like that. Try it now!” I yelled.
The window still wouldn’t go down due to the child safety feature that was unknowingly on.
“It’s not working,” Simone screamed.
“OK, OK. Two seconds and I’ll be able to pull over,” I yelled.
The next thing I knew, all kind of shit that looked like baked ziti that had passed through a blender was coming out of Simone’s mouth and landing all over the backseat of my dad’s Lexus.
“Aggghhhhhh! I’m gonna kill you!” I screamed as I turned around and watched Simone continue to puke in the car.
A long glob of spit was hanging from her mouth, and her eyes were teary. She looked like she was done bringing everything up.
The next thing I heard was the sound of screeching brakes, followed by the loudest crash and bang, and our car spun around two times before coming to a stop. The crash had tossed me and Jada around and caused us to bang heads with each other. Simone had also been tossed around. She slipped off the seat and landed shoulder first into her own smelly vomit.
“This is not happening! This did not just happen! Oh my God! I can’t believe this! My father is gonna kill me.”
“Jasmine, they blew the stop sign though,” Jada said. “It wasn’t your fault.”
I just sat frozen behind the wheel and didn’t say anything, both of my hands gripping the steering wheel.
“There is vomit in my backseat, and I just had an accident. And I got somewhere to go tonight! I don’t believe this shit,” I shouted.
The driver from the other car came over to my car and tapped on the window, asking if we were all right.
“What the fuck was you thinking?” I barked on the other driver after I opened my door. I got out and walked around to the other side of the car and surveyed the damage. “Urrggghhh!” I said, looking at the damage.
The driver was saying something, but I was paying him no mind as I walked away from the car and tried to figure out what I was going to do. I walked a few feet away from the car and called Nico.
“You need the address, right?” Nico asked me as soon as he answered my call.
I sucked my teeth. “Do you believe that some clown just ran a stop sign and wrecked the whole side of the car?”
“Miss, I didn’t run the stop sign,” the other driver said.
“Yes, you fuckin’ did!” I shouted.