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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛

Cherry Gardens|Kingston |
Sunday| September 25, 2022|

I woke up with a pounding headache and a sense of confusion. I looked around the room, trying to figure out where I was.

A wah the fuck mi really get miself in a... who fah bed this mi in a?? It look decent tho..

Slowly, the memories of the previous night started flooding back to me. The party, the games, the drinks, and the private party in the basement. I groaned as I realized that I had blacked out drunk.

Bomboclat Liam cause this eno... A him change up mi drinks throughout the night. Afta the Bacardi, d man gimmi bout 5 otha sumn bout 'taste dis nuh'. All Asia suppose to fuck up right now...

I heard a groan and it was then that I realized I wasn't alone in the room. I started chanting 'bomboclat' in my head as I turned around.

BOMBOBLOODCLATTTTT

I screamed internally as I saw ZJ sleeping beside me. My heart skipped a beat. I don't remember anything that happened after we moved to the basement. 

Did we fuck? Did we kiss? I can't remember.

I quickly got out of bed and left the room, trying not to wake ZJ up. I walked out into the hallway, which was littered with empty bottles and cups. It was then that I heard my friend's voices coming from the kitchen. I followed the sound and found Liam, Mateo, Asia and another girl sitting at the kitchen table, nursing their own hangovers.

"Hey, bestie," Liam greeted me, grinning. "How do you feel?"

This rass bwoy essi...

"Terrible," I groaned. "What the hell happened last night?"

"You don't remember?" Asia asked, raising an eyebrow.

I shook my head.

"You and ZJ disappeared for a while," Mateo said, smirking.

"What do you mean?" I asked, feeling a sense of panic rising in my chest.

"You went to his room," Liam said, grinning. "And that's the last we saw of you."

My mind was racing. I don't remember going to ZJ's room. I don't remember anything happening between us. But the evidence was there, in the form of me waking up in his bed. I don't know what to do or how to feel.

Just then, ZJ walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. My heart skipped a beat as I saw him. He looked up and caught my eye. For a moment, we just stared at each other in silence.

"Morning," he said, breaking the tension. "Enjoy unuself?"

There was an awkward silence, and then Liam spoke up.

"We did," he said, grinning. "But some of us can't remember what happened."

He glanced at me, and then back at Liam.

"I think it's best we don't discuss it," he said firmly.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn't ready to face the reality of what had happened between me and him. I just wanted to go home and forget about the whole thing.

"Who is taking me home?" I asked, looking around.

We were all hungover and I don't want to be driving with people who are still basically drunk.

"One a mi friend a come pick wi up, huh worry u head. Here drink some water," Liam said handing me a glass of water.

"First sensible thing u mek mi drink since last night," I said as he grinned at me.

We waited almost an hour for the friend to come get us and we piled into the car.

I had asked why ZJ wasn't coming, only to find out it's his house. I didn't know he lived in this house, let alone hosted the party.

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As we drove, I tried to piece together the events of the last night. It was a blur of drinks , games and dancing, but I couldn't remember much beyond that. I found my things in the car and slumped back, closing my eyes.

When we reached the house, Mateo and I stumbled out of the car and made our way into the house. We said goodbye as we went to our respective units. The smell of last night's party lingered on me and polluted the air. I groaned as I remembered I needed to wash my school uniform and sanitize my kitchen equipment. But first, I needed a shower.

As I washed off the grime of the night before, I couldn't help but think about ZJ. We have never had any form of connection, I always felt like he didn't care for me much because he's never actually spoken to me, suh how the fuck mi end up in a this yute bed and wapm to the likkle pissy tail gyal weh did a follow back a him. I know we needed to talk, but I'm not sure I am ready to face him just yet.

After my shower, I put on some music and started doing my chores. As I scrubbed the last of the utensils, I thought about cooking dinner. Sundays were always reserved for family meals, and I didn't want to break tradition but I was hella tired. This another thing I miss about home, if I was at home I wouldn't have to cook at all. I rummaged through the fridge and found some seasoned chicken and vegetables, and started cooking something simple.

A mi one live...

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Just as I finished brushing my teeth, I received a call from an unknown number. I hesitated for a moment, cause I'm not very keen on answering unknown numbers.

"Hello," I answered.

"Fawud outside nuh. Put on a sweater."

The call cut and I looked at the phone in shock.

Weh ZJ get mi numba from???? Any money seh a rass Liam. See that bwoy ago kill mi before time.

I had second thoughts about going outside. It's currently minutes to 7 and I know outside is dark; I don't set foot outside after certain hours. Curiosity got the best of me because next thing I know, I had gotten dressed in sweatpants and a matching hoodie. After locking up my place I cautiously went outside and looked around, spotting the familiar Benz parked at lane front. I locked the main door behind me and hurriedly walked to the car and got in. And there he was, ZJ, sitting in the drivers seat with a serious look on his face.

"We need to talk." he said, and I nodded. He started the car and drove off.

I was confused.

Wi couldn't talk right desso?? How mi know him nah kidnap mi.

I kept quiet as he turn onto the main road and headed down to Liguanea way, still silent.

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