Remember that regular degular 21-year-old who had it all figured out? Well, surprise! Back to 16 we go, where teenage chaos reigns supreme and I'm just your average girl, in an alternate world as St. Hugh's pride and joy and head girl extraordinate...
It's crazy, when I give a happy chapter y'all question it. Unuh good?😂
📍BEVERLY HILLS, ST. ANDREW
N I C K O I ɴɪᴄᴋᴏɪ
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Cyaa bill yuhself? Then yuh lose you f——in' page.
Hacka dem!
I get up from my MacBook after fully changing Amera's password and switching over to a new email, totally locking her out of her own Instagram page.
She texted Zara bout 'A Nickoi and yuh deh? Mi have sup'm fi tell yuh'.
Wah she ago say? Oh, your man f'd me in approximately 90 seconds and didn't have the decency to take my number?
I am a diagnosed sex addict, I was only letting off some steam.
Wah she really a meds?
I'm finally getting things right and she's trying to mess that up?
Jah know dem gyal yah wicked.
She can't even try pin no baby pon me cause me done ensure say every drop a cum flush out har system and I made sure of that.
Might reckless yes, but mi nuh deal with loose ends and unwanted baby.
Preach mi General..
She never like the fact say me do that so she dig and find Zara fi stir up some shit, but dem nuh know say me guard neva drop. I saw it coming, I keep Genius on the lookout and act on it expediently.
Would a never make a girl so easy bring a youth fimme. The thought alone makes me kiss my teeth.
I take a long, refreshing shower like I'm not going to school.
"Alexa...play Kraff's Lucid," I give the prompt and soap my rag again.
Then I chuckle to myself.
Granny would a say, a the brown off a yuh skin yaw wash off?
Known fi dis.
Mi a link up mi fam inna' the laters after school.
I chuckle to myself, but as soon as Lucid kicks off I begin to sing it line for line, while being engulfed in the cold water that's pouring down on me.
Jah Jah.
How some man nuh love bathe?
**** I finally decide to not call Ms. Lizzy over to prepare my clothes. I swear to God I regret this shit.
Jah know..
Frustrated just by running the iron twice on my shirt, I hiss to myself and glare at the white material.
