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...
"...if yuh get a man like Nick yuh get substance yuh get quality✨"
That whole intro is Nickoi🤌🏾😂
📍HOMESTEAD PORTMORE Z A R A ᴢᴀʀᴀ
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I lean forward, handing our fare to the taxi driver. I'm on my way to Mama's house. Not to stay but to get Qara away so I can get back home to my dick appointment.
I look down at his message.
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Who him a call fatty?
"Ms. Sandra yuh a stop baby?" the driver questions. I look up and nod. He turns his attention back to the road.
"Alright," he says and I shift my attention to my phone when it rings.
Fada Goddd.
Den yah see this??
Watch how the people dem son a mad over me likkle tight tight?
Nosaa.
Like fi yuh pumpum rest heavily inna him head side.
I look towards the window with an eye roll, pressing the phone to my ear. A deep voice fills my ear.
"Ow' yaw move so?"
Horny like dog.
"You can't wait?" I speak extremely low, so low like the teenage girls who are sending voice notes to their boos in the night not wanting their family members to hear.
"How long man fi wait?" he's so impatient.
"Mi soon reach there," I disclose and he kisses his teeth.
"Jah know...ah."
"Yea," I hang up feeling shy.
The taxi pulls over. I try to wake Qara, he turns to laugh.
