Dejah has never been an outspoken person, some see her as an introvert and some see her as a nerd. Her timid nature makes her look weak and her viridity makes her soft. Or is this all a facade to hide who she truly is?
As the quote says,
"Looks can...
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Why she nuh inna the house?
Ago call her mada.
I knew it was a bad idea to leave her unsupervised tonight, but dang I would have never thought that she would have went anywhere, especially here.
Weh she a do a taboo?
How did she even get here?
And what the fuck is she wearing?
As those questions rapidly shot through my brain, my eyes roamed her face, then slowly to her body, mesmerized by how good her leather dress cringed to her body.
I shouldn't be looking at her like this, but Ireally can't help it.
Her chocolate skin just fits her so well. And the black dress weh she have on show up every curve weh she have. Any man feel him bad better try mi tonight.
The only thing missing is her perfectly puffy head of hair.
She replaced it with a straight, jet back wig.
I honestly think she would have been even finer without it, but it's not my place to say.
Sensing her discomfort as I looked at her. I quickly moving my eyes back up to her face, slowly drinking her in like this before getting back to the bigger picture.
She shouldn't be here.
"Why are you here?" I questioned,trying not to get distracted by her body again.
"So mi cah go out?" She questioned meeting my gaze.
"Neva know nerd did come dem place yah." I said in a joking manner.
"Nerds have lives too." She smiled, scanning her eyes over my face.
Soon after a big smirk crept upon her lips and I know exactly what she was about to do.
She ago use mi style against me.
"Weh yuh name again, mi think mi see yuh already." She asked shyly.
See it deh.
"Yuh well and know mi, you see mi today a treez."
"I meet a lot of niggas, be specific."
Instantly I lost all sense of humor about our conversation.
I knew she was lying but I couldn't help but feel jealous.
Trying to overcome the feeling, I stretched my hand out to introduce myself.
"Kimalie mi name."
Looking at me hesitantly, she raised her hand to do the same. Offering me a firm handshake.
