Incognito Book 2

44 - Fight

JAYDA'S POV

"Girl how yuh can piss so?" I direct the question to Chanel.

She rolls her eyes. "Wid the amount a time weh you breed you should understand."

My mouth hangs open. "Bitch!"

"Girl stop gwaan so you know I'm joking." She laughs.

We round the corner heading to the restroom.

"Mi hope deh new nail tech yah weh yuh recommend me to nuh fuck up mi fingers." I mumble.

"She wont. A she was mi first nail tech." She answers.

Mi loyal to my hair dresser and nail tech dem bad.

I don't know how some girls bounce between hair dressers. From I find somebody and them do the service good them stuck wid me for life.

Well as long as the customer service is top tier.

'Cause one thing yuh nah get my money and behave like me a beg yuh.

Which is the reason mi nuh like the popular stylists dem. Only influencer hair dem do good.

We get to the restroom and she pushes the door open and enters. I trail behind her.

The space is small but at least it's clean. There are only two stalls and one is occupied.

"Hurry, remember we done late for we appointment already." I grumble to her.

She does the little pee dance and runs into the stall bolting the door behind her..

I hate public restrooms, but mi understand say she can't do no better. Worse sometime it feel like the baby resting on your bladder.

I hear the gush of pee and laugh to myself. If we did wait one minute later she pee pee up herself.

I turn to the mirror admiring my new physique.

I've gained a few pounds in the past few months but its all in the right places. Also I've started taking the gym more serious.

Got myself a trainer and put in the work. So I'm looking thick as fuck.

Me know Christine son would a appreciate all a this.

Worse round a back deh. Imagine the view pan a backas.

The sight alone would a make him want buss off

Can Imagine -

The other stall opens and the lady using it walks out.

She looks at me and naturally I look at her. Our eyes make four in the mirror.

Heh!

Look at God ee man.

A smile forms and spreads across my face.

Nichole holds her head down and walks to the sink, turns the tap on and washes her hands.

Chanel walks out of the bathroom shortly after with her pants unbuttoned and her t-shirt shoved up exposing her stomach.