Social Media Woes (2) - Snippet Saturday
Sorry y'all, more snippets ahead. RL makes demands and I have to make some tough decisions/moves. Long story short, I need to calm my nerves, mind and muscles after a super challenging week... With ultimatums and triggers. Thanks for being patient with me. I'll bounce back in due time. So here's a look ahead...
"Yo! Marcus, wait up man!"
The bigger man sighed heavily. "What do you want now? And no, I'm not interested in your bomb plan."
"It's not like that. I need your help with something different."
M'Baku, in his disguise, crossed his arms. "Okay, what is it? And make it quick."
Marcus narrowed his eyes. "Why?"
Erik huffed. "Listen. There's this chick who wouldn't leave me alone. She's… strange. A serial stalker, and I often wonder what her intentions are."
Marcus smirked, then cocked an eyebrow. "So? Solve it."
Agitated, Erik crossed his arms. "How? How am I supposed to be okay with this? The very first day we crossed paths, she tried touching my locs. Stole my glasses once, too. I cannot stand the idea of letting her get too close."
"Your problem, not mine. Where's Troy?"
Erik rolled his eyes. "T'Challa ain't home. Can I get your best barber's number, please?"
"But what about the Royal family in Wakanda?"
"It'll grow back. I just need to get rid of this distraction of hers."
Marcus retrieved a pen and paper from his jacket and scribbled. "Good luck. I'm about to be late for study hour."
Erik bit back a chuckle. "Relax man," he said as he took the paper. "At least you get to be sent out here as a spy. Us two have to study."
Marcus chuckled. "I already graduated, silly. Good luck, though."
It's been nice crossing paths with Marcus, but there are more pressing issues at hand.
Erik made it out of the barbershop and spotted Troy Clue in his convertible.
"So where are we headed?" his cousin asked.
"Make it Jugo Juice or Tim's. I'm starved!"
Troy revved the engine to hide the loud growl in his own stomach. "Actually, Boston Pizza has special discounts today. Let's see what they've got."
Erik smirked. "All that fattening stuff? Really, Cuz? I could've sworn your Pops has a vendetta with them."
By now, they were already on the go.
"But Uncle said it's cool, especially when we're with a group of people."
Erik looked around. "And, where is this group?"
"At school. That's why I'm headed in that direction first."
Erik sighed. "As long as we don't see that stalker, I'm good."
Troy made a knowing glance. "You sure? I mean, I've been tracking her IP address for a while and she's spent the previous night Google searching your name."
"Around 1:30am. Straight from her dorm room."
Erik's mouth opened and closed when his phone dropped from his hand.
"I know it sounds crazy, but-"
"How do we keep her away from Wakanda? I know that piece of information remains hidden from the world, but this entire situation is giving me trust issues. When it's my turn, I want to open Wakanda's borders and put a stop to the atrocities Black people experience... But she presents a frickin' setback!"
Troy cocked an eyebrow. "Ahem. We won't know until we fight for the mantle. Regardless of who wins, I will gladly open Wakanda's borders. However..."
As they pulled up at the parking lot, Troy gave Erik a stern look.
"What makes you think she's more powerful than you? Powerful enough to ruin your leadership, or chances of success? You've always been the smart one."
Erik's eyes lit up. "Hol' up, Cuz. I got it."
"Nah... Even better." A triumphant smirk brightened his features. "It requires grit, but I'll need your help on this one."
"Let's order some pizza and all that good stuff, host a party at our luxury dorm, and..."
Troy tried his hardest not to laugh. "And?"
"Don't laugh!" Erik snapped. "It's time to concentrate. Or else I'll tell the others back home why Shuri's better than you!"
"Okay, okay! So what is this game plan?"
Erik bit back a chuckle, grabbed his cousin by the collar and whispered his vile ideas in his ear. Troy's eyes lit up, followed by a low whistle and pulled away.
"You're sure about this?"
Erik unbuckled his seat and stepped out of the car; confidence accentuated his every move as he headed into the restaurant. Troy's fingers tapped the steering wheel.
"Bast, what did I get myself into?"
Troy looked up to see an agitated Erik pointing towards Boston Pizza. How'd he get there so fast? Unbuckled from his seat, he stepped out and shut the door.
"Aye, chill out man," said Erik, surprisingly calm, tapping Troy's shoulders. "At the end of the day, I have the end goal here. Now let's keep it casual until then - or else I'll give Shuri a boost. And she gets to rule over you for a year."
Now an agitated Troy chased a mischievous Erik into Boston Pizza. Talk about role reversal.
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