Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick by Nisa Santiago Page A

stilettos get into the passenger side of the car. He got a quick glimpse of the driver and confirmed it was Mike-Mike behind the wheel. He smiled and nodded, knowing it was Kola who had exited the building first. After watching the Lexus drive off, he dialed up Supreme again.
    “What up?” Supreme asked.
    “I got you, ’Preme. Yeah, it was Kola that left out the building first. She just got into a Lexus with Mike-Mike.”
    “You my muthafucka, Guy! Apple wanna play fuckin’ games wit’ me? A’ight. I’ll be that way in twenty minutes. If she comes out before then, you follow her, a’ight?”
    “I got you.”
    Guy Tony continued to wait, parked outside the building. After about fifteen minutes, he noticed Apple coming out dressed like her sister. She was in a tight, short jean skirt, a skimpy halter top, a pair of pumps, and carrying a bag.
    Guy glared at Apple nearing the street and uttered to himself, “It ain’t gonna work this time.” He made another call to Supreme, who instructed him to follow her. Guy Tony was on it. He followed Apple down the street, where she quickly became the center of attention in her whorish outfit.
    Unaware she was being followed, Apple strutted to the nearest fast-food restaurant on the corner of Lenox Avenue, where she went into the restroom to change her clothes. She spent fifteen minutes in the stall, making sure she looked right from top to bottom, and then stuffed Kola’s clothes into the bottom of her bag. While customers entered and exited, she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, making sure she looked OK.
    When she was satisfied, she exhaled and walked out the bathroom into a crowded McDonald’s. She clutched her bag and made sure she wasn’t being gawked at, because it was obvious she went into the bathroom dressed completely different. Now she had on a pair of tight Capri pants, a pair of white Nike, and a T-shirt. Apple felt much more comfortable and wondered how Kola could be so at ease looking like a whore every day. Since no one seemed to notice her change of attire, Apple felt relieved. She walked out the McDonald’s and headed south toward 125th Street.
    Guy Tony smiled at himself, catching Apple red-handed in her act. “You sneaky fuckin’ bitch!” He followed her in the truck, slowly creeping with traffic, the tinted windows low, and a keen eye on his mark, as he tried to avoid being spotted.
    Apple walked a few blocks and then dipped into another project building off Seventh Avenue. Guy knew he couldn’t follow her into the building without arousing suspicion, so he fell back and waited, but she never came back out.
    Guy’s phone rang, and it was Supreme.
    “Where you at?” Supreme inquired.
    “I’m on Seventh Avenue. She dipped into a building and never came back out. I been waiting on her for a fuckin’ hour.”
    “A’ight. You remember what she had on, right?”
    “Yeah, she came out the building in a tight jean skirt and halter top but now she got on some short pants and white Nikes. Also, I noticed Kola got her belly button pierced, but Apple don’t.”
    “Good lookin’ out, Guy. Just meet me. We’ll catch up wit’ Apple on the rebound. She gotta come home some time.”
    Guy Tony nodded and drove off.
    *****
    Hours had passed, and it was late in the evening. The sun was drifting from the clear sky, making night gradually ascend over the bustling Harlem neighborhood. The streets were full of traffic. Some folks were going in and out of the projects looking like they were in a steady rush, while other locals just lingered around. The night owls of the town were emerging from their places of rest and ready to take in the city’s nightlife.
    Guy Tony and Supreme sat parked in front of Apple’s building. Supreme wanted to confront Apple and beat the shit out of her. He hated to be played and disrespected, and Apple’s disrespect to him was like a slap and spit in his face. Supreme sat in the passenger seat, seething with anger, his