Gangsta Luv

Outing

Leah's POV

Friday

8:14 pm

*I'm outside*

I look at the message Zaidan had just sent.

I'm excited to see him but nervous for some reason.

I pick up my Saint Lauren bag that he bought me. It goes well with the outfit I'm wearing.

My hair is still in the tape-ins , I love that they last long but I'm going to have to get them done again soon.

I just did a light makeup on my face.
Nothing much.

I don't even know where Zaidan is taking me.

*Coming*

I click send and quickly rush through the door.

As I reach outside the apartment building I don't see Zaidan car nor him.

I feel somebody touch my arm. I gasp and look around quickly.

"Tell yuh fi stop gwan suh jumpy enuh" He says chuckling.

"Why would you do that" I say with my arms folded trying not to laugh.

He's always scaring me.

"Come man" he says taking my hands.

He starts the car and drives out of the complex.

"How has your day been?" he ask.

Before I could answer he starts speeding down the road.

"Zaidan!" I scream out covering my mouth in shock.

"Easy nuh your good"

"No stop Zaidan" I say aloud.

"Yuh can't stay suh when a me yah roll wid enuh baby" he says slowing down.

"You can't do that" I say still shocked.

"Are you from Kingston?..." he ask after.

"Yes why?"

"Your just very soft spoken and seems humble"

My parents just grown me this way.

His phone starts ringing and he answers the call.

I decide to go on my phone and check my messages.

I got other messages but my mom's own stands out.

I need to go see her but I haven't got the time , I will see about tommorow.

*You been busy...yuh find man?*

I chuckle at her message and Zaidan looks over at me.

It's really been work but maybe Zaidan is a next reason why.

My mom house from my apartment is like a 2 hour drive. I should've properly get somewhere closer.

*It's just work mommy, I'll come over tommorow*

I click send and when I look up Zaidan is now off his phone.

"What happened to your neck" he ask looking at me then on the road every second.

What's wrong with my neck?

"My neck?" I ask looking at him confused.