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°Deanne's POV° 7:40 P.M.
Mi shit inna church or sum'n?
No, man! Because this can't be happening now.
The sound of my heart beating echoes against my eardrums. I hold my breathe.
This feels like the climax to a bad horror movie.
As if to add dramatic effects, the shadow figure exhales and the smoke from the spliff curls upwards, disappearing into the darkness of the night.
I want to move, but my feet appear rooted in place.
He takes another drag from the spliff he's smoking, before stepping out of the shadows.
My heart leaps, when I finally make out his face, but I try my best to hold my composure.
Listen..."Mi nuh inna it wid yuh tonight eno, Chance."
"Eeh? A that yuh bloodclaat say?" His tone is low yet jarring, voice much deeper than I'm used to.
"Look yah nuh...excuse..."
Mek mi pass yuh and gwaan eno, because mi nuh able.
I try to go around him, but he blocks me. "Nuh come to mi wid dat. Yawh move a way from wah time yah eno. T'ink mi nuh see pree?"
"Wah mi do?"
"Yuh nuh know?"
If I did, would I ask?
I give him a blank stare.
"Mi cousin dem a wait pon mi eno, Chance," I say when he only returns my stare.
Now mi actually sorry mi neva mek Ali dem follow mi...
"So wah that affi do wid me?"
"Seriously?"
"Yuh nae see mi text yuh wah day ya?"
"No," I mumble.
"How yuh so fucking lie?"
"If mi neva see, wah yuh waa mi fi say?"
Yes, I saw it, but I ignored it, like always.
It was the night Driva took me home, when I got in, I saw he had texted me: 'Yo, weh yuh deh?' like... excuse me? Who are you to be questioning my whereabouts, sir?
He goes silent, and I can tell he's trying to read me. He shrugs after a while. "Mi still a wait pon a answer to mi question eno."
Which question that?
Weh mi deh?
Then him nuh see mi yasso fronta him?
Yuh know say sum'n seriously wrong wid da bwoy yah!
