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The next day....
"Wait, ah blind mi blind or ah see mi cah see," I said to myself.
"Ah, when Sofi get man," my subconscious said.
"Shi not even tell mi say shi have man. Shi all have hickey pan har neck," I said to myself.
"Sophie," I said, trying to wake her.
"Mmmm," She said, sounding half awake.
"Sophie Ezra Shaw," I said.
"A weh mi do," Sofi said, jumping off the couch.
"Sophie, why yuh neva tell mi say yuh have man??," I said, getting straight to the point.
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"Morning Sky," Dean said, coming down the stairs.
"Morning, Sofi," he said, looking at me pissed.
"Morning," We both said.
"So are you going to tell me or not," Paris said, folding her arm.
"Yeah, Sofi, who is the unlucky guy," he said, then smirked, walking to the kitchen.
"Dean, please," I said, putting up my hand medium length while cutting my eyes.
"Sky- Paris, which one is it??," I said, getting mixed up with the names people call her.
"Sky, just get to the point," Paris said.
"Sky, mi nuh have nuh man and how yuh even come to dah conclusion di??," I said.
"So, ah when yuh start go around and ah fuck people," she said.
"What???," I said feeling Dean staring at me.
"So, wah dat," She said pointing to my neck.
"Oh, dat. I just went to this party and got drunk then made out with ah boy," I said trying to cover it up.
"Oh, so dat yuh fraid fi tell mi," Paris said.
"Nuh really, but mi neva find it relevant fi talk bout," I said then she hugged me while making direct eye contact with Dean.
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أدب المراهقين-Disclaimer *Story will be in Standard English and Jamaican Creole (Patwa) *Death threat and notes *Suicidal and Sexual scenes (May occur ...
