8. Music badness...♡

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My long-sleeved white shirt followed next and I buttoned it before throwing the tie on the front seat.

Me nuh know how fi tie it and me naah make nothing bother me.

While buttoning my shirt, I looked down to see her staring at me.

I chuckled and looked away, leaving my shirt out and not tucking it in my pants.

"KJ," she called and I looked down at her expectantly.

She fiddled with her fingers and then sighed before she spoke.

"Me waah be your girlfriend," she stated staring up at me and maintaining eye contact too.

"My girlfriend?" I smirked.

Suck hood sweet her, then suppose you did make she feel the inches man.

Nuh know a wah kind a crack she a pan enuh.

"Yes," she nodded.

See me tell unuh say Oman a wicked.

"Yuh nuh have your man?" I asked in amusement.

Wah me say woman do?

"Yes but me a go break up with him, " she spoke. "And deh with you."

"And deh with me?" I raised my eyebrows.

She looked up at me and nodded.

"Wah me did tell yuh say?" I asked her.

She goodly nuh memba.

"You nuh want to relationship and no sex, just head," she batted her eyelashes.

"Oh," I replied.

Nuh know how she a gwaan like she dunce when she know how the thing go.

"So..." she trailed off expectantly.

"Tell you a thing already enuh - wah yuh name?"

She glared at me.

"Yuh nuh know me name?"

She deaf?

Maybe.

"If me did know me wouldn't ask you," I responded.

"How yuh must not know me name, one week now?" she cursed.

Me never tell anybody say me good with names enuh.

Brian woulda say, 'i never said such thing' with an American accent, making it even funnier.

Drama man that enuh.

Affi go link the dawg make him know me deh a foot.

Cause when the five a we link up, a nuh nothing normal.

I looked back at the girl who was cursing me out as she fixed her clothes.

"And don't chat to me again, dirty boy," she cursed opening the fear door.

If she ever slam it.

She left it open and folded her arms across her chest and strutted away.

"Brush off yuh knee," I called after her.

You a go a hell?

A just good thing so why not do it?

When I finished what I was doing, I came out of the car and closed it before making my way to the sixth form block.

The classroom fell silent when I stepped in, and I looked around to see my bag on the floor beside my chair.

And if me shoot him now, me wrong don't.

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