Rèmi's POV
Monday, October 2nd
Jamaica College
• 10:45 a.m.
Holding the mirror steadily, I watched as Nico put in his contact lenses. His glasses broke and the old one is making his eyes hurt, so he has to rely on these until he gets a new pair.
"Nuh girl nah go look mi, yah now eno. Likkle asset just fail mi," Nico mumbled, blinking rapidly to set the contact in place.
"Mi leave yuh to Sabrina, that's all me ah seh," I told him. He hissed his teeth before tightening the rubber band in his hair.
"Sabrina arite eno," He said, taking the mirror from my hand and folding it to put in his bag.
"Me nuh wah hear nothing. As soon as uno cuss a uno that again." I put my head down on my bag and sighed, deeply.
"See your bwoy deh," He said, nudging my shoulder as he laughed. I looked up and immediately hissed my teeth when I saw who he was talking about.
"Doh make mi tell yuh which part a Terri-Ann fi go suck out, yer." I glared at him as he started wheezing with his head on his knee.
"Bomboclaat... A which part Alex deh?" He asked, getting up. He stomped his foot, watching his pants fall over his leather bank robber Clarks.
Mi hate dem pussyhole yah essi.
From Grade 10 this youth always hitch up behind me. Him act so...feminine and one day Alex borrow him book fi get some notes and the man draw bomboclaat heart wid my name and his name in a di middle bout 50 time pan the one page. Mi nuh feel like fi go inna details bout what it obvious mean.
Di man nah walk straight a pussyclaat.
From that, every day di batty bwoy dem weh mi call fren keep on a call him 'my bwoy'. Hate dem yuh fuck.
"Rèmi, what's up?" Ajay asked, sitting down in front of me. I looked at him and he smiled.
Jah know star.
"Mi good man. Doh ask mi dat again," I commanded, making sure he heard the seriousness in my voice.
"Okay, sorry. We have maths next," He said, looking down at his hands.
"Same class we inna, mi know," I said, harshly. He looked away from my piercing gaze.
"So, about the project. Do you want to come to my house or should I come to yours? It's due on Friday and we only have like— 3 more days," He said, softly.
"Mi know, as mi seh a the same class we inna," I voiced, tapping my fingers against the buckle on my bag.
"If you come over to my house, Mommy can be a bit over the top. I'd have to warn her before hand," He said, giggling.
Yes, di man giggle.
Dah same likkle sound deh weh Rosalia and Nathalia make, or weh baby make. Nuh likkle roughness, to pussyclaat.
Tell di man fi chat like man nuh bredda.
Di bagga sweet talking and soft talking nah go work right yasso.
Man muss act like bloodcleet man.
"Me will make yuh know, but mi nuh feel like me ago come a your place. Yuh cya talk wid nuh bass inna yuh voice, dawg? Dah soft voice sum'n deh nuh too work wid me eno," I stated. He laughed and rolled his lips together.
Man have on him lip balm to pussyclaat! A muss sign dis.
"I don't have any bass in my voice. Not all of us are fortunate like you to have a very deep, manly voice," He muttered while rolling his eyes.
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