From Then Till Now: A Jamaican Love Story Book 1

Chapter 11

Shanya's POV

Friday 1:00 PM

I'm in class and my mind is on Alex, I can't help wanting to be around him. I use my phone to take a selfie making sure to put on a bored face. Good thing I'm at the back of the lecture theatre and the lecturer is not looking at me.

I decide to send Alex the pic.

Alex Chat

Me: *Pic* I'm bored

Alex: Pay attention little girl

Me: I miss you *Sad Face Emoji* 

Alex: I think you're horny *Smirking Emoji* 

Me: Is that a problem?

Alex: Fuck no!

Me: What are you doing?

Alex: About to leave my mom's house.

Me: Ok.

Alex: Do you want to go out later or stay in?

Me: Do you mind if we stay in?

Alex: Nope, anything for you, sexy girl.

Me: Ok.

Alex: Focus baby, I'll pick you up at 5.

Me: Ok, White boy.

Alex: Lol, bye beautiful.

Alex's POV

Friday, 5:00 PM

I pull into Shanya's driveway, and she comes outside. She doesn't have a bag and my heart falls a little wondering if she changed her mind. "Hey you, are you coming in?" She asks standing at my car door.

"Nope Babe, we have an appointment." she looks at me curiously.

"Ok let me get my stuff but don't think for a minute that I don't realize that you haven't been inside my house." She says walking inside.

"Baby I've been inside; I came and checked the system. Don't you remember? I say while getting out of the van to meet her and take her overnight bag.

"This is all you're bringing?" I ask

She walks up to me and say "Yes, I'm only spending the weekend." She kisses me on my cheek.

"So, my lips are invisible now?" I ask her smiling.

"Jeesh you're so needy." She laughs and throws her arms around my neck, kissing me.

"Better?" She asks and I nod at her, all the time grinning like an idiot.

I like when she's bold and being herself, I prefer this Nya than the immature and shy Nya.

We settle into the car and start our journey. She turns in her seat, looking at me and says, "Alex Holt, you've been inside my house for professional reasons, we now have a personal relationship so when will you come to my house for those reasons?" She asks.

"Lawd Shanya, yuh miserable enuh." I say laughing.

"Not that I'm changing the subject but how is your patois so good?"

"I don't know why you look at me and immediately think that I'm any less Jamaican than you are. Out of many one people, Shanya." I say to her.

Before she responds I say, "I was born in American and while living there my mom taught me Patois. We moved to Jamaica when I was twelve and I had to lose my accent quick since my schoolmates thought I was easy prey.