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It's Friday, and I'm tired of seeing Mario's face. He's been driving me to school every morning, and he keeps repeating the same thing over and over.

"Mi hear yuh," I said in a frustrated voice.

Caah wait, feh, come out a him car.

"And please stop, carry mi a skl, n stop watch mi every move," I explained in an annoyed tone.

He didn't respond.

The car came to a stop, and I got out of the car.

"See yuh inna ih lata," he said before driving off.

I am not going into his car, I am tired of this man.

I haven't even spoken to daniel.

He sent me messages and even called, but I didn't answer.

The days went by quickly, and I wasn't even happy, I was tired.

As I had to make up excuse to my friends so they won't notice that Mario is still bothering me.

As my phone buzzed, I knew that he was here, I took my sweet time, walked out the gate, and across the road where I spotted his car.

"Yuh know how long man deh yah wait pon yuh," his deep voice came out angry.

"I didn't ask you to pick me up ," I rolled my eyes.

He hissed his teeth before driving off.

"Yuh hungry?" He asked, looking at me through the mirror.

I didn't answer.

You naah come try fren me up wid food brite.

The car ride was in silence, I just stared out the window, wondering what did I do to get myself in this mess.

If yuh neva did a ears drop pon ih ppl dem bizniz yuh wouldn't deh yah so!

See wen yuh nuff.

Too nuff!

Too likkle bit and nuff.

As the car came to a stop, I tried to open the door but it was locked, I glared at him through the mirror and a smirk was on his lips.

"Open the door," I murmur.

"Yk mi like yuh," he says with a smug smile.

"Open the door." I repeat myself

"Body just looks nice," he begins to taunts me.

"...yk yah mine now, mi own yuh," his tone got serious.

"Own who??, gysm n let mi out," I hissed angrily.

"Weh yuh mek yuh mouth say," his tone icy.

"Open the fucking door," I said angrily.

"Sekkle yuh blutclaat kekkle," he said in a low, stern voice.

Poor him, nuh know mi will stab up him blutclaat in yah an say a self defense.

A true him likkle body guard in yah eno.

As I try to keep my cool, he continues to talk non-sense, and a minute later, he unlocks the door.

Thank God!!!

Opening the door, I got out and began to walk in the direction of the lane cause he didn't drive me all the way to my gate.

A wonder why?

As his car sped off, I walked home quickly.

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