Nobody’s Child (New Life Tabernacle Series Book 1) by LaShonda Bowman Page B
Authors: LaShonda Bowman
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okay."
Trey reached across her and pulled on the door handle. "Get out and get over here."
He opened his own door and started to get out when she said, "I don't know how to drive, okay? I never learned."
Makayla waited for him to crack a joke.
She knew there were places, like New York City, where being almost twenty and not knowing how to drive was no big deal, but she was pretty sure Texas wasn't one of them.
But instead of laughing, Trey pulled his door closed. "Really? Why not?"
Makayla exhaled. "Who cares? You could fill a book with the things I can't do. Drive, swim, roller skate. The list goes on. Look, I just got off work and—“
"I could teach you. If you want. All of it. The driving, swimming, skating—“
"Yeah, that's okay. But thanks."
Makayla pushed her door open and slid off the seat. No sooner than her feet hit the concrete, Trey had rounded the front of the vehicle.
"Come on. I'm a great teacher. Amazing."
She rolled her eyes, but smiled. "Okay, I'll keep that in mind if I ever need one."
"I'm serious. I learned from the best."
It took a moment before it hit her. "Don't tell me… Robin?"
"Yep."
Makayla shook her head and stepped around him and toward her apartment building. "Don't you have any parents of your own?"
He laughed and grabbed her wrist to stop her.
"Why do I make you so angry?"
Makayla opened her mouth, but didn't have an answer. Why did she dislike him so much? He hadn’t done anything to her. And other than his addiction to asking questions, she didn't know anything about him aside from him being Robin's godson—
Was that it? Was she really hating on this dude just because she was jealous ?
"How long have you known Robin? Since you were a baby?"
If he was thrown off by the sudden change of topic, he didn't show it.
“Nah. I was…” He looked up, eyes narrowed. "Nine or ten, maybe. Single mother. Robin helped us out."
Maybe Makayla had come at this all wrong. She wanted to know more about Robin. Personal, real life stuff, not what she saw in interviews or magazine articles. Who better to tell her what she needed to know than Trey?
"You don't make me angry. I'm just tired."
Trey cocked his head to the side and studied her. "So you won't try to cut me if I walk you to your door?"
"I left my switchblade upstairs, so you’re cool."
His grin widened. "Excellent."
They walked the few steps to the lobby door and as he opened it, he nodded in the direction off to the side of the apartment building.
"Who's that? He's been eyeing us ever since you got here."
Makayla looked over her shoulder. It was Antoine. He leaned against the wall of the building next to another guy, watching them and working the blunt in his mouth. Even as he exchanged a folded brown paper bag for a wad of cash, he never took his eyes off them.
"He's nobody.” She stepped inside and tugged on his blazer so he’d follow. She took out her keys and went to the wall of mailboxes. “So you really came all the way here just to show me your car?”
Trey leaned against the wall. “Actually, I'm here to do what I was trying to work up to Sunday, which is invite you to a mixer at my boy’s dorm."
Makayla had never met anyone like Trey. Why in the world would somebody drive across town and wait outside for a girl who had spent an entire afternoon ignoring him?
Maybe he could be useful. After all, if he and Robin were close enough that she would buy him a car, he probably knew things a lot of other people didn’t. Things he could tell Makayla, if she played her cards right.
"Sure."
Trey straightened up. “You'll come?"
"Yeah. Why not? When is it?"
“Tomorrow night. I'll pick you up around eight?"
"I'll see you then."
Trey backed away to the door, a grin on his face. “Yeah, I’ll see you then.” He felt for the door to push it open, but Antoine opened it from the outside before he could.
Trey gave him a nod. “Hey.”
Antoine looked Trey up and down, but didn’t acknowledge his
Trey reached across her and pulled on the door handle. "Get out and get over here."
He opened his own door and started to get out when she said, "I don't know how to drive, okay? I never learned."
Makayla waited for him to crack a joke.
She knew there were places, like New York City, where being almost twenty and not knowing how to drive was no big deal, but she was pretty sure Texas wasn't one of them.
But instead of laughing, Trey pulled his door closed. "Really? Why not?"
Makayla exhaled. "Who cares? You could fill a book with the things I can't do. Drive, swim, roller skate. The list goes on. Look, I just got off work and—“
"I could teach you. If you want. All of it. The driving, swimming, skating—“
"Yeah, that's okay. But thanks."
Makayla pushed her door open and slid off the seat. No sooner than her feet hit the concrete, Trey had rounded the front of the vehicle.
"Come on. I'm a great teacher. Amazing."
She rolled her eyes, but smiled. "Okay, I'll keep that in mind if I ever need one."
"I'm serious. I learned from the best."
It took a moment before it hit her. "Don't tell me… Robin?"
"Yep."
Makayla shook her head and stepped around him and toward her apartment building. "Don't you have any parents of your own?"
He laughed and grabbed her wrist to stop her.
"Why do I make you so angry?"
Makayla opened her mouth, but didn't have an answer. Why did she dislike him so much? He hadn’t done anything to her. And other than his addiction to asking questions, she didn't know anything about him aside from him being Robin's godson—
Was that it? Was she really hating on this dude just because she was jealous ?
"How long have you known Robin? Since you were a baby?"
If he was thrown off by the sudden change of topic, he didn't show it.
“Nah. I was…” He looked up, eyes narrowed. "Nine or ten, maybe. Single mother. Robin helped us out."
Maybe Makayla had come at this all wrong. She wanted to know more about Robin. Personal, real life stuff, not what she saw in interviews or magazine articles. Who better to tell her what she needed to know than Trey?
"You don't make me angry. I'm just tired."
Trey cocked his head to the side and studied her. "So you won't try to cut me if I walk you to your door?"
"I left my switchblade upstairs, so you’re cool."
His grin widened. "Excellent."
They walked the few steps to the lobby door and as he opened it, he nodded in the direction off to the side of the apartment building.
"Who's that? He's been eyeing us ever since you got here."
Makayla looked over her shoulder. It was Antoine. He leaned against the wall of the building next to another guy, watching them and working the blunt in his mouth. Even as he exchanged a folded brown paper bag for a wad of cash, he never took his eyes off them.
"He's nobody.” She stepped inside and tugged on his blazer so he’d follow. She took out her keys and went to the wall of mailboxes. “So you really came all the way here just to show me your car?”
Trey leaned against the wall. “Actually, I'm here to do what I was trying to work up to Sunday, which is invite you to a mixer at my boy’s dorm."
Makayla had never met anyone like Trey. Why in the world would somebody drive across town and wait outside for a girl who had spent an entire afternoon ignoring him?
Maybe he could be useful. After all, if he and Robin were close enough that she would buy him a car, he probably knew things a lot of other people didn’t. Things he could tell Makayla, if she played her cards right.
"Sure."
Trey straightened up. “You'll come?"
"Yeah. Why not? When is it?"
“Tomorrow night. I'll pick you up around eight?"
"I'll see you then."
Trey backed away to the door, a grin on his face. “Yeah, I’ll see you then.” He felt for the door to push it open, but Antoine opened it from the outside before he could.
Trey gave him a nod. “Hey.”
Antoine looked Trey up and down, but didn’t acknowledge his
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