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𝔇𝔢𝔧𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔢 𝔄𝔩𝔢𝔵𝔦𝔰 𝔓𝔢𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔢 𝔓.𝔒.𝔙 💕 📍CLINIC || Tue, June 18 @ 11:29 AM ||
It's lunchtime, and I'm sitting at my usual spot, picking at the food Dwayne brought me earlier.
Dis nuh taste good abclt
Dwayne had to rush out earlier for an emergency, leaving me to eat alone-well, not exactly alone. Samira slides into the seat across from me, as usual, already laughing like she had some tea to spill.
Dah mad gyl yah mn
"Awah sweet yuh suh?" I asked
"Girl yuh nuh see how jalen did a look look pon yuh the other day?" She asked
Umm..how?
Yk yuh fool fool
I laugh it off, trying to ignore the little flip my stomach does at the thought. "Yeah, I felt him staring at me, but i don't think it was that serious, right? I mean, I'm not even his type... am I?"
Well...
Why was he staring at me like that, though?
She rolls her eyes. "Mi nuh blind, Deja. Brianna see it too. Di whole time di girl did a give uh bad yiy."
Everybody just ave mi up ova man suh..awah?
Dat mah seh eh, first ashley and now jalen omn
A the fact seh mi and dem deevn inna ntg
I remember now. Brianna barely talked to anyone that day, too busy giving me daggers every time Jalen glanced my way.
"Mi nuh understand why thou. It's not like I did anything" i said and she nod
"Yuh nuh see how Jalen fren dem did a tease him too? Especially armani him nuh stop laugh," Samira continues, shaking her head. "Dwayne did notice too. Di whole time him a look pon Jetti like him a seh weh yah look pon mi omn fah" she added and i fake choked.
What?
I didn't even realize Dwayne had noticed, but now it makes sense. He's always watching out for me, maybe more than I even realized.
But why would Jalen be staring at me like that? It nuh mek sense. We don't really talk much, just the occasional "Hey" or small talk when we run into each other. But staring? I don't get it.
Yah rlly ediatt enuh deej the boy like uh
Wait the "MAN" like uh...
I shake my head, trying to ignore the way my heart's picking up speed just thinking about it.
He's not interested.
Still, the memory of his eyes on me lingers, and no matter how hard I try to shake it off, I can't help but wonder: Why was he looking at mi like that?
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𝔗𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔬𝔫'𝔰 𝔓𝔒𝔙 💕 📍SMOKEVILLE || @ 3:00 PM ||
Sitting at home, I glance at my phone and see kamani's name flash across the screen.
Of course it’s him.
I pause for a moment, my finger hovering over the answer button, but I let it ring out. leaning back against my velvet couch.
Sneaking around with Badz? Exciting, yes, but it’s starting to feel like I’m playing a very dangerous game. If Jalen ever found out… Oh, dear Lord, I don’t even want to think about the chaos that would follow.
Jalen might start something he can't control
Badz will kill him nd yk...
Kamani and I have been keeping this little secret for a while now, and while I hate to admit it, I like the thrill. He’s not like Jalen’s other friends—he’s rough around the edges, mysterious in all the right ways. It’s intoxicating. But then again, he’s also a badman, and that’s where the real danger comes in. If Jalen figures it out… Well, let’s just say my fancy lifestyle might come to an abrupt, very un-fancy end.
Tavieon, darling, this is how things end up in crime novels—sister of the protagonist gets caught in a love affair with the dangerous best friend, and BOOM! Cue the tragic end scene.
I roll my eyes at my own thoughts, but they’re not wrong. This whole situation is messy, and I’m teetering on the edge. I’m not sure if it’s the excitement or the fear of getting caught that keeps me hooked. Maybe it’s both. But Lord, if Jalen ever puts two and two together? I can already picture his reaction—fury, disappointment, and, let’s be real, probably a whole lot of fists flying.
Still, I can’t let go of kamani. There’s just something about him. Something raw. Dangerous. He’s not a man who’s easily intimidated, and maybe that’s what scares me the most. Because if this blows up? It won’t just be drama. It’ll be real.
And, darling, I don’t do "real" chaos—I prefer mine contained in designer handbags and scandalous whispers.
