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 did I agree to go out on such short noticed, I don't even have anything to wear." I sighed, pondering and pondering up and down my closet.
"Girl you know yuh nave nothing, suhjust sit and wait till Kia come." My subconscious voiced.
Giving up, I flapped down on my bed in frustration. Not long after I heard a knock on the front door.
Getting up wearily, I walked into the living room to see who it was.
Like mi nuh already know.
Looking through the peephole, I saw Kia with a bag and pan a clothes, shoes and make-up.
"Disconnect the censor." I signaled, pointing to the door.
After she did that I opened it..
"Weh yah go wid so much fandangles?" I asked confused as she barged in.
"A you mi come bout girl, affi fix yuh up." She said, stopping to look me up and down.
"Cah mek yah go pan date looking like nobody nuh love you, especially pan valentine's say." She blurted, moving to my room.
"Yah worry bout me, wah bout you and Mark?" I asked.
"Mark is Mark, nuh worry bou that girl everything good." She smiled, fumbling with the bags.
"Yuh bathe already and shave up the kitty and yuh arm, cause if yuh plan fi get nun yuh cah carry that deh bush deh weh yuh have."
I don't have a bush....anymore.
"I just don't want history to repeat itself." She shrugged, looking away from me.
"I really can't stand her sometimes."
When we were in high school we went on a trip to the beach and I wore a one piece bathsuite.
I didn't shave because I couldn't bother to so I carried a shorts to wear as a cover up. Kia saw it and brought down a whole entourage pan mi and from that day mi mek sure seh the girl aways nice, clean and smooth.
Of course I didn't speak to her for a while after that, but she eventually apologized and here we are now.
Sometimes bullying works.
"Yes Kia mi shave mi front." I answered ashamed.
"Mek mi see." She demanded.
"No." I huffed, pushing her away.
It's called a private area for a reason.
"Anyways wah yah give mi fi wear?" I asked, checking the time.
