Transforming

John POV

I walked out of Loving the Crew onto the street and walked down the street. I walked down the street to the little café on the corner that I was supposed to be meeting my girlfriend at. I had wanted to tell her something and by the excitement in her voice she thought I was going to propose to her, I shook my head laughing to myself, she was dead wrong.

“John! Come here.” I heard a voice shout from behind a dumpster, I scoffed. Can you get anymore, fake spy move than that? Really, whoever this person was deserved to get hurt for pulling this dumbass move.

I walked to the back of the dumpster and saw nobody there so I shrugged and when I went to turn around I felt something on my shoulder. “Don’t move,” they didn’t have to say it because I heard the implied or else.

“Who are you?” I asked. They didn’t say not to talk, I thought. I heard the person behind me let out a chuckle and automatically I could confirm that it was a male. I felt him shift and spin me around until I was facing him. He had on a ski mask but I could see his blue-grey eyes and I could see the masculine structures on his face.

“That’s the first question out of all the victims’ mouths. ‘Who are you?’ ‘What do you want?’ ‘Where are we going?’ Always one of those, why don’t you guys get new questions?” The man ranted to me and I seriously wanted to kick the shit out of him, but restrained myself because he might’ve had a weapon and while I was good, I wasn’t that good.

“I don’t know the impulse to know that shit since it’s important!” I said to the man raising my voice. He turned his head to face me again and glared at me.

“Tone,” was all he said before somebody else walked up to us. “Here you go Nikki. John Dosher just liked you asked.” The girl, Nikki, walked to stand in front of me and walked around me in a full circle. I felt like an animal being put up for auction.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked her with as much venom as possible in my voice.

“Seeing if you’re the same as in high school. Seems like you are.” Nikki said to me and spoke to the man. “Let him go, so he can meet his girlfriend and dump the bitch. She won’t want to get in between the shit that’s about to go down.” Nikki said and the man automatically let me go.

“What shit are you talking about? How did you know I was going to dump her?” I asked Nikki, turning to face her.

“I had people watch you for a while now, Mr. Dosher. And while you’re doing goof for yourself you still have your womanizing ways. Especially seeing as to how you just left the strip club, down the street, after talking to Daniela.”

I continued to stare at her as she spoke until she finished. “What do you want from me Nikki? Better, who are you? How do you know me form high school?” I asked her, knowing she wasn’t one of the girls that I “fucked and ducked” as people called it.

Nikki looked over me again before answering my questions. “Do you remember that girl that Daniela and you always bullied? The girl who never said anything and did anything to you guys?” When I stayed quiet she went on looking at my face the whole time. “No?” She gave a dry, humorless laugh, “How about I remind you? Her name was Dominick, you’d make fun of her for coming all the way from Alaska?”

I finally caught on after that and once she saw she gave another laugh. “You do, huh? Well good, because she and I know each other very well. You can actually say we’re the same person, maybe because we are. See I don’t go by Dominick anymore, it’s Nikki now. And I thought you should know your worst nightmare is here to stir shit up for Daniela and you. Because now you’re both in deep, deep shit.” She told me and with that her and the guy walked off leaving me in the dark by the dumpster. The whole walk to the café, I thought about what she said and I thought about how I can get away from what she’s going to do. I thought about warning Daniela but shrugged it off.

Fuck it, if I didn’t get a warning than neither would she. I’m almost positive that something is going to go down tomorrow and I need to have shit taken care of tonight so I can fucking leave. I thought to myself and entered the café to see my almost ex-girlfriend sitting in a booth to the back. If one thing I knew Nikki was right about for sure, it was that I didn’t want to get Harmony involved in this shit between Nikki, Daniela, and I. So I took a sit on the other side of the booth and flagged a waitress over to take our orders.

“Hello, welcome to Home-style Cooking. My name is Sam, and I’ll be your waitress for the evening. How about we start with drinks?” After Harmony and I both nodded she pulled out her notepad and pen to take our orders.

“Can I get a sprite?” Harmony asked while Sam wrote down Harmony’s drink order and turned to me.

“Pepsi.” I told her and turned to Harmony once Sam was out of hearing range. “Hey.” I told her, trying to act calm and causal.

“Hey, what took you so long?” She asked me and tilted her head to the side to show her curiosity. Over her shoulder I saw Nikki and she smiled at me before nodding, as if to say go on without speaking. She was sitting with a man, most likely the one from earlier.

“I ran into some old friends from high school and we stopped to catch up.” I told her, not quite lying but not telling the complete truth either.

“Oh okay.” She said and it was then that I looked at her outfit. She was dressed in a black and white striped skirt, with a black and white shirt, with red sandals. She must’ve really thought I was going to propose to her if she’d dressed like that to come to a café.

A couple of minutes later Sam came back with our drinks. “Here you go. Are you ready to order?” She asked us and I looked at Harmony, before looking over to Nikki, then back to Sam.

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary.” I told her with a smirk on my lips. After Harmony found out she’d up and leave. No use in spending money for something she wouldn’t eat. Harmony turned to me stunned before nodding, showing she agreed with me.

“Okay.” Sam said before she left us alone. I turned to Harmony and prepared to break the news to her.

“Harmony, you’re most likely going to either hate me or thank the shit out of me. Most likely hate me though.” I told her and she looked confused and was opening her mouth to question me when I continued talking. “We’re over. Done. Terminamos. Siamo oltre.” I told her, saying it in Spanish and Italian too.

I looked at her trying to gauge her reaction and that’s when I noticed the tears in her eyes. I specially choose a public place so that she wouldn’t start a screaming match with me in public. “What do you mean? Why, what did I do wrong baby?” Harmony asked me and I shrugged before sighing.

“You’re constantly nagging me! You expect me to be the only one to work. It’s like you’re a huge mooch in my house!” I told her and I sighed before calming down some. “All your shit needs to be out by Thursday. Two days, no more plenty less, the quicker you finish the faster we move on with our lives.” I told her before standing up and heading to the counter to get the check.

After I paid, I headed outside the café and started the walk back to my place. Before I even got two blocks away, I heard her voice, Nikki’s voice. “What do you want?” I asked her even though I had a feeling already.

“Nice show you played back there, kept me entertained. Kept my friend here entertained too.” Nikki told me pointing to the male beside her.

I scoffed, “Glad you enjoyed it. It’s going to be the last one you get. Got it?” I asked her and that’s when I felt the man behind me step up.

“Nobody’s going to talk to Nikki like that while I’m around.” The man said before grabbing my arm and twisting it behind my back.

“Hear that John? The man has spoken. But I will be having more of those shows. I’ll make sure of that.”