"No cause as me tell yuh 'bout lap dance, all of a sudden, yuh know how fih dance. Now yahh come tell mih 'bout lap dance, if yuh neva wahh do the video, yuh coulda just say dat." I hiss and walk pass him. Kiss mih teeth.
"Shadia, no bother with the foolishness." He pulls me back.
"Me ready." He hiss.
"Ahh."
Dawg shit.
Continuation...
Walking to his car, I hear him hiss.
I side eye him, roll my eyes and hiss.
"Cho bomboclaat." He mumbles, slamming the passenger door that he opened for me to go in. Him a mad?
I jump and take a step back. Suppose him did make the door lick mih?
"The attitude fah, bredda?" I turn and look behind me. Me him a talk to?
He chuckles humorlessly.
"Shadia, a you me a talk to." He says solemnly.
"Nuhn." I shrug. "Never know me did have an attitude." I roll my eyes.
"Fix up dat before yuh go innah the car cause me honestly no know wah this fah. Yahh exasperate me." I hiss.
"Can open the door now?" I say about two minutes after. Me ready fih gahh mih yard.
He looks down at me for a little while then open the door.
"Thanks." I mumble. Doubt him even hear, but mih no care.
I hiss as I sit in the passenger seat.
We are now halfway to my house. We haven't said a word to each-other since we left his house, the only sound you could hear in the vehicle is the music that he's playing.
I roll my eyes at him as he bobs his head to Rygin King, Therapy.
"Evil me a pree, fada help me!" He sings. I side eye him and bite my lip, trying to hold in my laugh. Why me wahh laugh though?
"Right now me feel like a terrorist," I laugh out.
The man gi me a yiy dehh.
"Fuck yahh grin off yuh teeth fah?" He hiss. "Kunk me wahh kunk yuh innah dah big farrid dehh." Nossah!
I snicker and roll my eyes.
"Bet mih run dhiss bomboclaat ova gully." He glance at me then back at the road. Nossah, him a sniff?
"Bet." Suppose him dweet fi real?
If me dead, me go haunt him.
He swings off the road.
A wah dih bo—
"Yahh edyat!?" My eyes widen as I grip onto the—
He skids the car again and apply more force to the gas pedal.
"Gio!" My grip tightens. Fada God, wah this me go put mihself innah?
"Gio, stop nuhh!" My voice cracks. A neva me senn yuh go dweet!
He looks at me a press down on the gas pedal.
V6 pann ihh toll road!
Why him a look pahh me? Him think a fast and furious this?
Jesus Christ me ago dead!
What a lucky thing say the road kinda lonely today, cause me woulda dead long time.
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