Oakridge Stillwell📍
St. Andrew
Natalia Campbell. 17
"Come outta the car," I look over at him and roll my eyes.
Bredda really carry mhi come a him yaad. This bad, mhi nuh wah be labeled as the girl weh lef school and guh look fhi man.
Jah jah
"Natalia?"
"What's the issue?" I ask.
"Come outta the car n-"
"Come carry mhi home nuh Armanii," I cut him off.
He hiss his teeth getting out of the car. Walking around to my side to open the door.
Issa mad man this enuh.
The hot air from outside washes my face and I groan. Taking my bag, he pulls me out of the car.
"Suppose yuh mek mhi drop," I shout grabbing my bag.
He said nothing, closing the car door he walks up to the house and I followed behind.
As you should-
Shut it.
Opening the door he walks in leaving it open so I can enter.
Then in ya nice eeh.
This likkle hall alone a my bedroom.
Too extra.
But the house nice for real.
Modern lifestyle.
Following behind him I found myself in the living room.
"Suh yuh nah talk?" I ask.
No answer.
"Sir come carry mhi home n-"
"Shut up nuh, fhi a pretty girl yav too much fhi seh," he frustratedly cuts me off.
Mhi shame.
Jesus.
If a one thing mhi hate, it's definitely when someone shouts at me. Wonda if him know mhi we bawl.
Stopping at a door I assumed was his room, suspicions were accurate when he push open the door revealing a grey and black aesthetic room.
In here neat and nice tho.
Him look like the kind to keep his room dirty.
Ish.
"Call yuh parents or whoever and mek dem know ya spend the night at a friend," he walks to his ensuited bathroom and I heard him open and close one of the cabinets.
A wah him a do?
Too blct nuff.
"Who tell yuh seh mhi a stay likkle bowy?" I roll my eyes standing at the door of the bathroom.
Who him think him be?
"A neva a question, tell mhi a tell yuh seh ya stay suh gawn guh tek off yuh uniform and put it inna the machine," he exist the bathroom closing the doir
"Armanii mhi nah stay here, mhi have things to do at home and this unnecessary," I lean against the closed door with cross arms.
Rolling my eyes I scan his neatly laid uniform.
Not one wrinkle to rass.
Wonda if him have tha disorder thing deh
Not even remember the name.
Standing there I felt small in my own body, looking down at my small feet neatly laid in my shoe.
I entered the bathroom and started taking my uniform off.
"If Ya guh bathe-oh" he paused, his eyes scan my frame and I pull my uniform to cover my body.
Yes, I have under clothes on. I was wearing a white marina and and a yellow short tights.
He walks into the bathroom and pull the uniform away.
"Sexy yuh fuck," he mumbles, his eyes moving from my lips to my ass.
He tilts his head and I try to look for any emotions on his face but found none.
"Yuh batty suh big?" he grab a handful of my ass and I jumped.
Dada dee dada doo.
Panty wet yuh fuck.
Shut the fuck uppp.
He leans his body forward squeezing my ass. At this point, I'm just trying not to whimper or do anything embarrassing.
"Hmm," he whispers in my ear.
Jeezam.
"Nuh know," I mumble stepping back.
Taking a quick look over my body he steps back
"yav extra panty?" he ask.
Ah ah
"Ya guh put on back the same dirty one?" I roll my eyes.
"I have an extra in my pouch, can give me the clothes and get out," he gave me a shirt and a shorts.
His clothes.
He mumbles under his breath before leaving.
Then in here likkle bit a nice tho.
Touch the wrong thing and it nyam yuh
After showering I went back into the room to see him drying his damp hair while sitting on his bed.
'when him bathe'
"Can duh mhi hair?" he asks sitting on his bed.
He was wearing a basketball shorts with plain white tees.
"Ya pay mhi?" I picked up my bag and take out my charger.
"Wid a kiss? Yes sure," I roll my eyes at his response and plug in my phone putting it on the desk.
"Mhi nah dweet," I stand in front of his bed as he continues to dry his hair.
"come ya suh," he pats the empty spot next to him and I crawled over but sitting a few inches away from him.
"Wah yuh last name?" he asks.
"Why?" I ask back.
"Typical Jamaicans answering questions with questions," he hiss his teeth and I smile lightly.
"Suh ya nuh Jamaican to?" I roll my eyes.
"Ya question mhi fa?" he asks putting the towel on the headrest.
See...him ansa wid a question.
"You start it," I shrug.
He faces me and we made direct eye contact.
"Ansa mhi nuh," he said and I sit up straight.
"Campbell," I said.
"Common," he shrug and I roll my eyes.
"What's yours?" I ask.
"A wah dis? Twenty questions," he roll his eyes.
"You ask for mine it's only adequate I ask for yours," he said pointedly.
"For someone who was stalking me you should already k-"
"Again, I was never stalking you," I shrug.
"being the first to view my story AND liking it and unliking after me posting after a few seconds says different," he points out.
"I didn't- I wasn't. Mhi neva like nothing," I stumble over my words.
"sure," he chuckled.
"Mhi actually nuh wah stay here enuh," I said and he signs.
"Mhi already tell Shawn fhi mek a excuse enuh, right now yav a sleepover with your friend," he gets up off the bed and grabs a comb.
"Just do something to it till a mawning. Nuh want it knot up," he hands me the comb and sits in front of me.
Watch wife.
Never in my life I thought I would be a girl that left school and visited a guy but here I am.
Not like I'm doing anything bad, I'm just combing his hair, probably eat something and sleep.
Right?
Definitely.
Mhi deven know wah else fhi do. Guys I wrote three chapters to publish and I don't know what happened, but them disappear.
Now I just have to try remember what I wrote and put it down.
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