Drama High Super Edition: The Meltdown

Book 13: Drama High

by L. Divine

Genres: Young Adult; YA Paranormal

Synopsis

Jayd Jackson hopes her magical Mama has a spell to chase all her cares away. . . Jayd needs time to recoup from her dramatic school year, but time is the one thing she doesn't have. She's said yes to becoming a debutante, and now she has to deal with her girl Mickey's jealousy--on top of babysitting, hair braiding, cheer camp, and a summer writing class. With the stress of Jayd's hectic schedule, strange visions, and insomnia, luckily Mama returns from her vacation in time to help Jayd and her crew avert real drama. Mama's convinced something sinister is at play, and they both need a plan to get Jayd her swagger back before it's too late. . .

Release date: February 1, 2011

Publisher: Dafina Young Adult

Print pages: 290

Sample

Jayd

A sassy seventeen-year-old from Compton, California, who comes from a long line of Louisiana conjure women. She is the only one in her lineage born with brown eyes and a caul. Her grandmother appropriately named her “Jayd,” which is also the name her grandmother took on in her days as a voodoo queen in New Orleans. Jayd now lives in her mother’s apartment in Inglewood. She visits her grandmother on the weekends in Compton, her former home. Jayd is in all AP classes. She has a tense relationship with her father, whom she sees occasionally, and has never-ending drama in her life, whether at school or home.

Mama/Lynn Mae

When Jayd gets in over her head, her grandmother, Mama, is always there to help her. A full-time conjure woman with magical green eyes and a long list of both clients and haters, Mama also serves as Jayd’s teacher, confidante, and protector.

Mom/Lynn Marie

At thirty-something years old, Lynn Marie would never be mistaken for a mother of a teenager. Jayd’s mom is definitely all that and with her green eyes, she keeps the men guessing. Able to talk to Jayd telepathically, Lynn Marie is always there when Jayd needs her.

Netta

The owner of Netta’s Never Nappy Beauty Shop, Netta is Mama’s best friend, business partner, and godsister in their religion. She also serves as a godmother to Jayd, who works part-time at Netta’s Shop.

Esmeralda

Mama’s nemesis and Jayd’s nightmare, this next-door neighbor is anything but friendly. She relocated to Compton from Louisiana around the same time Mama did and has been a thorn in Mama’s side ever since. She continuously causes trouble for Mama and Jayd. Esmeralda’s cold blue eyes have powers of their own, although not nearly as powerful as Mama’s.

Rah

Rah is Jayd’s first love from junior high school, who has come back into her life when a mutual friend, Nigel, transfers from Rah’s high school (Westingle) to South Bay. He knows everything about her and is her spiritual confidant. Rah lives in Los Angeles but grew up with his grandparents in Compton like Jayd. He loves Jayd fiercely but has a baby-mama who refuses to go away. Rah is a hustler by necessity and a music producer by talent. He takes care of his younger brother, Kamal, and holds the house down while his dad is locked up and his mother strips at a local club.

Misty

The word “frenemies” was coined for this former best friend of Jayd’s. Misty has made it her mission to sabotage Jayd any way she can. Living around the corner from Jayd, she has the unique advantage of being an original hater from the neighborhood and at school.

KJ

He’s the most popular basketball player on campus, Jayd’s ex-boyfriend, and Misty’s current boyfriend. Ever since he and Jayd broke up, he’s made it his personal mission to persecute her.

Nellie

One of Jayd’s best friends, Nellie is the prissy princess of the crew. She is also dating Chance, even though it’s Nigel she’s really feeling. Nellie made history at South Bay by becoming the first black Homecoming princess and has let the crown go to her head.

Mickey

The gangster girl of Jayd’s small crew, she and Nellie are best friends but often at odds with each other, mostly because Nellie secretly wishes she could be more like Mickey. A true hood girl, she loves being from Compton, and her ex-man with no name is a true gangster. Mickey and Nigel have quickly become South Bay High’s newest couple.

Jeremy

A first for Jayd, Jeremy is her white on again, off again boyfriend who also happens to be the most popular cat at South Bay. Rich, tall, and extremely handsome, Jeremy’s witty personality and good conversation keep Jayd on her toes and give Rah a run for his money—literally.

Mickey’s Man

Never using his name, Mickey’s original boyfriend is a troublemaker and always hot on Mickey’s trail. Always in and out of jail, Mickey’s man is notorious in her hood for being a coldhearted gangster, and loves to be in control. He also has a thing for Jayd, but Jayd can’t stand to be anywhere near him.

Nigel

The quarterback on the block, Nigel is a friend of Jayd’s from junior high and also Rah’s best friend, making Jayd’s world even smaller at South Bay High. Nigel dumped his ex-girlfriend at Westingle (Tasha) to be with Mickey. Jayd is caught up in the mix as a friend to them both, but her loyalty lies with Nigel because she’s known him longer and he’s always had her back.

Chance

The rich, white hip-hop kid of the crew, Chance is Jayd’s drama homie and Nellie’s boyfriend, if you let him tell it. He used to have a crush on Jayd and now has turned his attention to Nellie for the time being. Chance’s dreams of being black come true when he discovers he was adopted. His biological mother is half black, and his birth name is Chase.

Bryan

The youngest of Mama’s children and Jayd’s favorite uncle, Bryan is a DJ by night and works at the local grocery store during the day. He’s also an acquaintance of both Rah and KJ from playing ball around the hood. Bryan often gives Jayd helpful advice about her problems with boys and hating girls alike. Out of all of Jayd’s uncles, Bryan gives her grandparents the least amount of trouble.

Jay

Jay is more like an older brother to Jayd than her cousin. He lives with Mama, but his mother (Mama’s youngest daughter, Anne) left him when he was a baby and never returned. He doesn’t know his father and attends Compton High. He and Jayd often cook together and help Mama around the house.

When we finally arrive at Nigel’s house, Mrs. Esop is enjoying the sunset from her garden view on the front porch. Great. Another tough broad to deal with, but I actually respect this one, even if I don’t feel like socializing today. I just want to bless my godchild one more time and go home.

“Jayd, it’s lovely to see you, my dear,” Mrs. Esop says, rising from the patio chair to hug me. “And look at this little princess. Rahima looks more and more like you every day, Raheem.” And she’s right. Rah couldn’t deny his namesake if he tried, not that he ever would. After all the hell he’s been through, first trying to find his daughter the first time Sandy ran off and then again after he did find her. Rah loves his daughter with all he’s got and then some.

Mrs. Esop squeezes Rahima’s cheeks gently, making the little girl smile and hide behind her daddy. She can play that shy role all she wants, but I know Rahima’s a natural-born ham and deserves all the attention she can get.

“Thank you and happy Mother’s Day,” Rah says, handing Mrs. Esop a box of Godiva chocolates he just purchased on our pit stop. From the look on her face, she’s very pleased. What girl doesn’t love chocolates?

“Oh, baby, you didn’t have to do that, but I’m so glad you did,” Mrs. Esop says, taking the gold box and hugging her play-son. Since Rah’s mom isn’t around—even on her own holiday—Mrs. Esop’s always here for him. “Rah, there are some fresh cookies on the counter. Why don’t you give Rahima one while you wake up my son, who’s asleep on the living room couch,” Mrs. Esop says, reclaiming her seat. “Jayd, how are you enjoying this lovely Sunday?” She expertly excuses Rah from our conversation.

I’m too tired for this, but it doesn’t look like I have much of a say in the matter.

“I’ll be back in a minute, Jayd,” Rah says, taking the not-so-subtle hint and heading through the front door hand in hand with his toddler.

“Jayd, aren’t you glad that wasn’t you in labor this morning?” Mrs. Esop asks, sipping her ice tea and gesturing for me to sit in the chair across from hers. It must be nice to pass the time in luxury. If she only knew I shared some of the pain with Mickey, she’d eat her words.

“Yes, ma’am. But Mickey handled it like a pro.” I don’t know why I just lied. But I feel obligated to stand up for my girl, because I know where this conversation is going. It can head in only one direction if Mrs. Esop’s talking about her son’s girlfriend.

“You look a little troubled, Jayd. Everything okay?”

I had checked myself in the visor mirror when I got in the car but haven’t had a chance to fully recoup from my run-in at Rah’s. I hate it when a trick pulls my hair. It messes up the entire flow of my usually smooth ponytail.

“Sandy moved back to her grandparents’ house. I helped her pack,” I say, still unable to process the thought. Is Sandy really gone for good? I know Mrs. Esop knows I’m lying about helping Sandy. Everyone knows we aren’t friends, but I’m not going to tell Mrs. Esop I was in another fight. She thinks I’m growing into a nice young lady and I’m trying. But bitches are everywhere, and sometimes they have to be dealt with properly.

“Ah,” Mrs. Esop says, taking one of the freshly cut pink roses from the clear vase on the table, bringing it to her nose and inhaling deeply. “Girls like Sandy are never gone for good, Jayd. Mark my words—that girl will be back.” Mrs. Esop looks at me, her brown eyes narrowing at the truth in her words. I know she’s not fully aware of my powers, but she knows Mama and our lineage, so I know she knows more than she’s saying.

“Nigel will be out in a second,” Rah says, stepping back onto the front porch with Rahima, who’s happily munching on a cookie. “Jayd, you ready to roll?”

“Yes. It’s getting late, and I know Mickey’s wondering where we are,” I say as I rise from my seat, suddenly feeling light-headed. I lean back and steady myself on the glass table before nearly falling back into my chair. What the hell?

“Jayd, are you okay?” Rah asks, letting go of his daughter’s hand and grabbing me by the arm, helping me catch my balance. Mrs. Esop rises and takes my other arm with an equally concerned look on her face.

“Sit down,” Mrs. Esop says, directing me to reclaim my seat, but I can’t. The pounding in my head creeps from the back of my skull all the way to the front, dulling all other sounds around me. It feels like a brain freeze but much more painful. I look up at Mrs. Esop, who now appears to be Maman, my great-grandmother. I try to scream at the sudden visual transformation, with no success. Before I can let out a sound, Maman’s gone and so is the pounding, but I still feel woozy. Between my lack of sleep, inadvertently sharing Mickey’s labor, and dealing with Sandy’s crazy ass, I’m completely wiped out.

“What’s going on?” Nigel says, stepping out of the open front door looking as exhausted as I feel.

“Jayd’s not feeling well. Nigel, get her some water,” Mrs. Esops says, now forcing me to sit down.

I allow her to push me back into the chair. Maybe I do need to chill for a spell. Nigel walks back into the house, and Rahima follows, undoubtedly going back for another cookie, completely oblivious to my issues: if life were only that simple for us all.

“I’m fine, really. I probably just need some rest.” What was that? I’ve never seen Maman so clearly outside of my dreams before. It was as if she took over Mrs. Esop’s body for a moment, but I know that can’t be.

“There’s no probably about it, girl,” Rah says, feeling my forehead like Mama does when she hears me make the slightest sniffle. “You need to chill.”

“Maybe we should drop you off at home, Jayd. Mickey will understand,” Nigel says, placing a cool glass of water down on the table in front of me. I pick up the crystal cup with both hands and bring it to my lips, sipping slowly at first and then swallowing the rest in two large gulps.

“Thirsty, baby?” Rah asks, smiling down at me.

But it’s no joke. I feel like I ate a block of salt for dinner, and Mama doesn’t cook with that much sodium. “Yes, I am.” I hand Rah the glass, and he passes it to Nigel. “Can I have some more, please?” They all look at me, amazed. It was a tall glass, but, damn, can’t a sistah quench her thirst?

“Okay, now I know something’s wrong. I’m taking you home now.” Rah uses both hands to check my temperature, annoying me. I gently swat his hands away from my face and attempt to again rise from the table. Mrs. Esop looks at me and then at Rah, and I know what she’s thinking—literally. Without trying, I can hear her thoughts clearly.

“Mrs. Esop, I can assure you I’m not pregnant with Rah’s baby—or anyone else’s for that matter,” I say, steadying myself before letting go of the glass table. “I’m a virgin and plan on staying that way for a long time.”

“Jayd, how did you know that’s what I was thinking?” Mrs. Esop’s look of concern has turned into one of fear. She obviously knows I repeated her thoughts verbatim—all without focusing on her mind cooling and allowing me in like I usually do with my mom’s powers. It was as if she threw the thought my way and I unintentionally caught it. I have to get my mom’s powers on lock and fast before they get ahead of me, but I’ll worry about that later.

“It was written all over your face,” I say, taking the cool drink from Nigel’s hands, swallowing it down quickly and returning the empty glass to him. Now that I’m hydrated, I feel like a new woman. “We should get going if we’re going to make it before visiting hours are over. We only have an hour left,” I say, glancing at Rah’s wristwatch.

“The only place you’re going is home,” Rah says, helping me off the porch and down the driveway where we’re parked. “Don’t worry about the car situation. We’ll work it out.”

“Yeah, man. Drive her home. Mom, can I take your car?” Nigel asks.

I know his mom wants to say no, but under the circumstances, she reluctantly nods her head. I wouldn’t want to give up the Jaguar, either.

“You guys don’t have to do that. I can make it home,” I say, and I can. “Thank you for the hospitality, Mrs. Esop. I’ll see you next weekend for the debutante meeting. The water was just what I needed to feel better.”

Nigel and Rah look at each other and reluctantly follow me to my car, retrieving Rahima’s car seat and letting me go on my way.

“Feel better, Jayd,” Mrs. Esop says, staring at me strangely. I know she’s tripping about sharing her thoughts with me, but what can I say? I didn’t do it on purpose, and I doubt I can do it again—at least not voluntarily. I have a lot to learn about my mom’s gift of sight and will read up on it more, but not tonight. I just want to wash Sandy’s fingerprints out of my hair, watch my Sunday-night television shows, and pass out on my mom’s couch—no scary visions or crazy broads.

The men all pause / And they all sung the same old tune.

—KLYMAXX

Rah and Nigel must’ve texted and called me fifty times on the way from Nigel’s hood in Lafayette Square to my mom’s apartment in Inglewood. It’s not a long drive because both areas are off of Crenshaw Boulevard, and it doesn’t require much thought to get here. I understand their concern and sent them a message as soon as I pulled in a few minutes ago. I’m glad to have my mom’s space to park in so I don’t have to worry about walking down the block by myself late at night. Making it to the front door and up the stairs from the sunken carport is challenging enough.

“Hey, girl,” my mom says, surprising me as I open the multi-locked front door. What’s she doing here so late? Usually she’d be with her man, Karl, especially after spending the day with us at Mama’s house. Maybe he had dinner plans with his mom for the special day.

“Hey, Mom,” I say, closing the door behind me. From the looks of it, my mom came home to restock her clothes. She took the jar of quarters from her dresser and put them in one of the three laundry baskets on the living room floor. I guess she’s finally run out of clean clothes. Although knowing my mom, she probably ran out weeks ago and just bought new ones to wear for the time being, which I’m sure got a little expensive.

I plop down next to my mom on the cozy couch, putting my purse on the coffee table and removing my sandals. I pick up my spirit notebook from the end table and flip through the pages. I should write down today’s events, but I’m too tired to relive the drama. Besides, my notes are in the car, and there’s no way I’m going back downstairs this evening.

“It’s unprostitutional!” my mom says, shouting at the television in front of us. Tiger Woods and his hoes have been all over the news for months, and personally I’m tired of the shit. If his wife wants to deal with his trifling behavior, who am I to question who and what he does?

“Mom, is that even a word?” I ask, flipping through my spirit notes and trying to concentrate on the task at hand. I have a lot of work to catch up on, not to mention the personal things I want to focus on even if I still can’t think straight. But with my mom yelling at the television and sitting on the small couch that doubles as my bed, I doubt I’ll get to sleep anytime soon.

“It is if I say it is,” my mom says, reaching for the pretty gift basket my cousin Jay gave her for Mother’s Day and pulling out a bottle of lotion. I feel for him not having either of his parents around. Even if Jay’s mom, my aunt Anne, did call earlier, it’s rare for her to talk to Jay or Mama. Mama’s always silent about what happened between her and her youngest daughter, but I know she thinks about Anne a lot and so does Jay.

“So,” my mom says, lathering her ebony skin with the fragrant cream. “How long do you plan on hiding the truth from Mama?” Her gift sure does smell good. I wonder if she’ll share.

“As long as I can. You know she’s going to make me give your powers back, if there’s even such a thing.” Stripping them away is more like it. Mama doesn’t believe in me having more than my fair share of our gift of sight right now, limiting me to my dreams. But I believe that the ancestors—mainly Maman Marie, my great-grandmother—are trying to tell me something different.

“You know it’s not going to work for long, Jayd. The only reason she hasn’t detected them yet is because she’s so distracted with her initiations and my stupid-ass brothers. You know she does a ritual to keep other people’s madness out of her head while she’s involved in the process. But as soon as she takes a break, she’s going to hone in on your new development, and when she does, God help you.”

Why does my mom always have to be so theatrical with her shit? I guess that’s where I get my acting skills.

I reach for the large, gold basket on the table and claim a small bottle of lemon oil to sample. All of the products look and smell delicious. Jay gave Mama the same thing plus flowers and a card. He sure can pick a nice gift.

“Mom, you worry too much. Like I said, I’ll keep your sight in my head for as long as I can,” I say, massaging my hands and feet with the intoxicating liquid. I know Mama and Netta have the baddest beauty line available, and my novice products aren’t far behind theirs, but it’s nice to try something different. “Once I master it, Mama will be so proud of me she’ll have to let me hold on to your reclaimed powers.”

“Are we talking about the same Mama?” my mom asks, snatching the tiny glass container away from me. “Mama doesn’t have to do a damned thing. You know it and I know it. Hell, the whole damned world knows it, Jayd.” My mom rises from the couch and walks toward her bedroom. “You’re playing with fire, little girl, hiding this from your grandmother. She’s not going to be happy at all when she finds out you’ve been sitting on this for so long.”

Still massaging my silky hands, I get up from my comfy spot and follow her into her room. “I know, Mom. It’ll be okay—you’ll see,” I say, claiming a corner at the foot of her queen-sized bed to sit on. I wish I felt comfortable sleeping in her room when she’s gone, but I’d rather be in the living room in case someone tries to break in. That way I can hear them walk up the stairs and prepare myself ahead of time.

“I wish I could say the same thing for you, little one, but I can’t.” My mom looks at me, worried that I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. “Jayd, how come you didn’t tell me about you retaining this power from one of your dreams, especially since the sight you now possess once belonged to me?”

I watch my mom sit down on her bed now and realize I’ve hurt her feelings. I didn’t even know that was possible. She’s usually so hard-core. My mom looks at me, her emerald eyes tearing up. Now I really feel bad.

“Mom, I just didn’t think you were interested.”

“Jayd, if it has anything to do with my baby, I’m interested. And besides, you can look in that book all you want. It’s still not better than firsthand information when you can get it.”

I never thought about it like that. My mom’s got a good point, especially since there’s limited information available in the spirit book on my mom’s path because she stopped keeping up with her notes in high school. I jog back into the living room, retrieve my notebook and pen, and again make myself comfortable on her bed.

“Okay, what you got?” I ask, happy for the night tutorial session. I can study and sleep after she’s gone.

“Memories and regret.”

That’s the first time I’ve ever heard my mom express regret about anything short of marrying my dad. I know how she feels: No matter how much they . . .