🧭 Later that day...

°Tyrone's P.O.V.°
8:15 P.M.

"Ooh."

"Oh!"

"Ohhh..."

"Oh, yes," she breathes. "Shit!"

"Fuck..." I grunt, gripping her hips tighter as I continue to pummel her from behind.

The sound of our moans, coupled with that of Chantel's ass hitting my legs repeatedly, mix with the sound of the bed creaking.

Her breath becomes short as I go faster, sinking deeper with each jab.

Arching her back so her face is pressed against the pillow, and her ass raised higher in the air, she braces her hands on the wooden headboard.

Maintaining my balance, I hook my toes into the plush rug, to prevent my feet from sliding on the slippery porcelain tiled floor beneath them, bending my knees slightly, and thrusting upwards, driving my cock deeper into her soaking wet pussy.

"Oooh...just like that, Daddy!" Chantel moans, creaming all over my length.

I pull it out, almost completely, to inspect it, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips, before pulling her ass towards me and sliding back in with a pleasurable groan.

Fuck...

Fi a bad gyal, with an undoubtedly high body count, her pussy surprisingly grips my cock head like a vice grip each time I pull out and sink back in.

And it fat and pretty too yuh fuck.

Jah Jah.

Fueled by that thought, I release my hold on her hips, lifting my right hand and landing a hard slap against her ass cheek which is glistening with sweat.

"Ah!" Chantel moans aloud, her voice a bit muffled by the pillow her face is buried in.

Another hard slap urges her to throw her ass back, flinging up the pussy pon mi the right way.

"Just like that!" I coo. "Ride mi cocky like yuh mean business, yes."

Leaning back on my heels, I place my hands akimbo, watching as Chantel continues to bounce on my cock, alternating between fast-paced and slow, every now and again.

Her moans are louder now, as I buck my hips, and I can tell she's near her brink. But I don't intend for her to come just yet.

Planting my feet flat on the ground, I grip her hips once more to steady her. Then I lean back and slap her lightly on her right thigh.

"Ease up likkle," I instruct her, my voice low and gruff. Commanding.

She complies without hassle, for which I am pleased.

Candi woulda mek a fuss, worse mi cut her off when she's about to come. The thought of her annoys me. Instantly.

"Fix yuh foot." Bringing my right knee up a bit, I prop my leg up on the bed's frame, giving her room to tuck her heel under my thigh.

"Yuh comfortable deh so?"

"Yeah, just put it een back please."

Ah, no say another word.

Placing my hands firmly on her ass, I spread her cheeks apart, a smirk lifting the corner of my top lip. I stare, for a good couple seconds, at the heart-shaped base of the tiny, glass butt plug lodged in her ass.

Yo!

Top freak eno. Jah Jah.

Lifting my hips, I freehandedly guide my dick to her pussy, which is glistening with juices, and sink it inside of her warmth.

Reaching forward and gripping her neck by the base, I pull her body up from the bed, bringing it back until the back of her head rests against my chest.

She moans aloud as I apply a bit of pressure to her jugular.

Placing my right hand on her hip, as leverage, I start to move slowly in and out of her wet pussy, until soon I'm full on pounding her from behind; pulling her ass back to meet my every thrust.

Chantel is petite with clean skin and a fat ass which jiggles each time it connects with my groin, as I beat her pussy up.

Her screams get louder with each passing second.

"Oh, yes, Daddy, just like that!" Chantel moans, gripping the sheets. "Fuck this tight pussy, just like that. I'm going to cum..."

I too can feel the pressure building within me.

"Not yet," I groan my command.

Regardless, I feel her legs buckle beneath her and I know that I must stop or else she's gonna come before I want her to.

Fuck!

Pausing, with my cock still buried deep inside of her, I prompt her to lift her arms so I can pull her blouse over her head, leaving her completely naked now.

Chantel whimpers at the lack of friction, and I smile. Too eager man. Wait.

As she falls back onto all fours, I toss the blue material to the side and grip her hip once more, before reaching under her, with my free hand, and cupping her exposed breast.

Landing a hard slap to her ass cheek, she shuffles on her knees and immediately starts gyrating her hips, pushing her ass, and ultimately her pussy, back on me.

I start whining in her hole, wincing with pleasure each time her pussy grips me.

Bomboclaat.

Pussy tight yuh bawl.

Yo, mi know say if mi did a hit this raw, mi buss off already to rassclaat. Mi can tell a man that. A swear.

If mi affi a fight so fi wul mi composure and mi boots up. Imagine.

"Fuck..."

"Yes, ohhhhh...yes...mhm." I moan, meeting her halfway each time she throws it back.

With my hand still cupping her breast, I twiddle my finger around her nipple, tweaking the rod which pierces it.

"Yuh like that?" I ask when goosebumps immediately clothe her skin.

"Yes, Daddy..." she moans, pushing back against my groin with added vigor.

"Yes. Fling the pussy back pon cocky, just like that," I coo, fixing my other thumb between her ass crack and sinking the plug deeper into her ass.

Chantel shudders at the feel of both her holes being completely stuffed, and dips her head lower, gripping the sheets. "Ohhh, fuck!"

Mmm...

Regaining control, I fuck her harder. Sinking deeper. Stretching her pussy wider with each thrust.

"Fling that pussy back, baby girl."

Watching my cock going in and out of her, I bite down on my lower lip. "Just like that."

"Yes...!"

"Mm..."

Our moans are synchronised.

Watchya nuh.

Fuck...!

Mi feel like mi ago come. Shit. My lips part involuntarily, and a low, sultry moan escapes. "Ohhh...ooooh....oh, fuck, yes...So good. Ohhhh... "

Chantel's moans turn into blissful whimpers as she reaches between her legs and grips my balls with one hand while her other hand massages her clit.

I buck my hips, reveling the sensation which travels from my balls through to my groin.

Hold on deh, man!

Releasing her ass, I pull away, swatting her hand away from my sack. "Not yet. Mi nuh done fuck yuh how mi want yet."

She groans in defiance, but I don't give a fuck.

Bawl if yuh waan bawl too, but mi ago deal wid yuh pussy my way.

"Skin out yuh pussy gimme," I tell her, my tone deadly.

With a low moan, she spreads her legs and I position myself between them.

She knows not to play with me. I'd made that clear to her from the last time we fucked.

I hum.

I'm about to penetrate her once again, but stop, on second thought.

Better yet...

In one deft athletic move, I flip her over, unto her back, lean over so that I'm on top of her, shifting most of my weight to my elbows and forearms planted on either side of her head.

She's pinned down and helpless, and a little breathless beneath me, but that turns me on even more.

"Lap yuh foot dem 'round me waist."

Chantel does as she's told.

"Good girl."

Propping up on my elbow, I stay in place, staring at her flushed face, and lidded eyes, before gripping her by the throat, telling her to "Open," before parting my own lips and spitting in her mouth.

She moans, swallowing my saliva, and my dick throbs.

With an aroused grunt, I ease up off of her and spread my own legs to cement my stance.

Pulling the hem of my shirt between my teeth, I grunt, moving my hand between our interlocked bodies to grip my shaft and direct it to her now throbbing pussy which sits agape between her spread legs.

I rest the tip between her folds, however, choosing not to push it in right away. Instead, I rub the crown of it around her swollen lips, smearing her juices all over her vagina.

Yeah, man, so mi like when pussy naturally wet. Oozing.

Moaning softly, Chantel cups her breasts and tweak her nipples, biting down on her lower lip as she holds my stare.

Sexy yuh fuck...

I pull my hips back and then push forward with a grunt, sliding all the way into her with one thrust.

"Fuck..." I moan lowly, closing my eyes and inhaling, deep and slowly.

"Ohhhh!" the woman beneath me moans, her eyes rolling back as I start to move in and out of her, once more, bucking my hips every now and again, grinding into her tightness.

The bed continues to squeak under the strain of our weight, and the room fills with the slapping sound of skin against skin; the squishiness of her juices making macaroni noises.

"Dada, please, I'm cumming. Ooohhh...!"

"Let it out, baby girl."

"Cum on this dick."

As if my words give her added boost, Chantel tightens her legs around my hips and starts whining.

Oh shit!

Bad up that.

Each time she moans, a grunt from me complements it.

Fuck.

Pussy fat, pussy clean, pussy full a grip.

Fuck...!

Reaching around my waist, I pull her legs loose and bring her legs forward, pushing them back until her feet are on either side of her head.

Her pussy is now in plain view, giving me room to massage her clit without obstruction.

Wetting my thumb with spit, I reach down and rub her swollen bud, with my right hand, while my left hand holds both of her legs in place above her head.

Chantel is a moaning mess, her body shivering under my touch.

Bucking my hips, I grind into her.

I can feel her insides pulsing, signalling that she's about to come.

So am I.

I can feel the sweat beading on my forehead as a familiar rush surges throughout my body.

Within another minute or less, with an ear-piercing scream, she comes undone around my dick.

I don't stop fucking her, even through her orgasm, relishing the feel of her body quivering beneath mine.

I fuck her harder, moving faster as my own release draws near.

Then I pull away, shoving her feet to the side, and, as if taking the cue, she rolls off of the bed and drops to her knees.

The condom snaps as I pull it off.

Opening her mouth, Chantel looks up at me——as I move to stand over her——and sticks her tongue out rolling it over her bottom lip.

Reaching behind her head, I grab a fist full of her hair and pull her head back causing her to let out a slight whimper.

Stepping between her parted legs, I hoist my hips and push my throbbing cock into her warm wet mouth.

Using her hair, I pull her head forward, sinking my dick deeper into her throat. Her lips are halfway covering the length of my shaft when it touches the back of her throat.

I moan, biting down on my lower lip.

While Chantel gags slightly as the head of my cock slips pass her tonsil...but I don't pull back.

Instead, I force it further down, wincing lowly as her teeth barely grazes my skin.

Her watering eyes continue to look up at me while she takes my length, her hands gripping the back of my legs as I start to move my hips; fucking her throat.

She gags again and a stream of tears roll down her cheeks.

"Yuh good?" I ask, my voice gruff, when I finally withdraw my tool.

Inhaling a deep breath, she nods.

"Good girl."

Shuffling on my feet again, I palm my dick and tap her lips with it. She opens her mouth, allowing me to put it in once more.

She runs her tongue around the head a few times, sending chills up my spine. I moan below my breath, closing my eyes as my cock throbs in her mouth.

A few seconds later, having had enough of her teasing, I reach down and grab the back of her head by the hair again, sinking so deep that her face is pushed hard onto the base of my dick. With a grunt, I hold her face on my groin with added pressure, causing her to gag.

Tears are streaming down her cheeks now, and she tries to push me away.

But I pull her head back and push in again, relishing the gulping and gagging sounds emitting from her mouth as I aggressively throat fuck her.

"Oh, fuck," I moan, holding Chantel's head in place, my balls bouncing off her chin, glistening with the drool running out of her mouth.

My thrusts become more urgent as I feel my orgasm getting close.

Keeping her head still, my hips thrust back and forth hard and fast, my breathing quickly becoming jagged.

"Oh fuck."

"Oh fuck!"

"Oh...fuck...!"

I stare down at her, through glossy eyes, as my dick goes in and out of her tight mouth; her taking the merciless deep-throat fucking like a champ.

"I'm coming!"

"I'm --"

Ahhh...

Fuck.

We moan in unison as the first spurt of cum hits the back of her throat.

Crouching over, I spread my legs and bend my knees, gripping her face, as I continue to unload my jizz in her welcoming mouth.

"Shit...!" I moan when the last of it is sucked from my cock.

Chantel bats her eyelashes at me, a proud twinkle in her eyes, and I smirk, slapping her jaw.

"Bad yuh fuck."

Throat goat.

As I pulled out of her mouth, the string of saliva connecting my dick and her lips break, running down the side of her face.

I feel my dick stir again as I watch her stick her tongue out and lick the residue away.

Top freak.

Hear mi say?

Just as I help her to her feet, my phone rings, breaking the tension between us.

I know who it is without even checking.

Ignoring it, I pick up my lighter from the floor, remove the blunt from behind my ear and strike it.

"You aren't gonna answer that?" Chantel asks, her voice hoarse, reaching over and picking up the phone from the nightstand by the bed.

"It's Candi," she adds when she looks at the screen.

"Lowe it mek it ring," I deadpan.

She quirks a brow. "Trouble in paradise?"

She then sets the phone back down as the ringing stops. Then smirks. "That explains why you're here."

I know what she means.

The first time we fucked was before I met Candi. And I told her, when Candi and I got together, that I don't fuck with the cheating thing.

Which I didn't. But things and times change now.

So yeah.

I take a drag from the spliff and release the smoke through my nostrils. Tha grades yah weh Fourteen sell mi weak nuh fuck.

"Sum'n like that," I admit.

Chantel's smile spreads. "Well, I can't say I'm mad at it."

That's why mi rate her. She's a girl weh nuh mek noth'n bother her. She link yuh when she waa fuck and once she get wah she want she good until next time.

I smirk. "Ah."

"By the way, ya got any more of that?" Chantel asks, referring to the blunt in my hand.

I nod. "Pocket. Help yuhself."

I watch her ass jiggle as she walks over to where my pants is, strewn carelessly on the floor. My eyes narrow as she seductively bends over, catching sight of the plug still lodged in her hole.

Then all that nuh uncomfortable?

It nuh look so a rass...

Before I can finish the thought, my phone goes off again, causing me to hiss my teeth loudly.

"Well, someone's not pleased you aren't answering." Chantel giggles, rolling the blunt in her hand.

A couldn't care less who nuh please 'bout a fuck.

Regardless, I sigh, puffing out another ball of smoke, before stepping past her to retrieve the phone from where she'd set it back down.

My jaws tick as I stare at the caller ID for a few seconds, before sliding the screen upwards, then placing the phone at my ear.

"Yow?" I breathe into the mic.

On the other line, Candi pauses as if taken aback by my tone. Then says, "Weh yuh deh?"

"Awah?"

"Yuh nuh plan fi come home?" Jah Jah Yute.

Her voice is laced with attitude. Something I try to ignore.

"Mi deh pon mi way."

"Where exactly are you?"

Watchya.

"Mi say 'pon mi way'." Yuh deaf?

"Dada, mi nawh laugh eno."

I grind my teeth. "Good thing mi nawh give yuh noth'n fi laugh 'bout."

"Yow," I add, feeling fed the fuck up, "easy yuhself. Mi soon forward. And stop call off mi fucking phone so, mi a drive. Yer?"

She remains silent and I roll my eyes, fighting the urge to hiss my teeth in her ear.

"Later."

She hums.

And I hang up. Hissing my teeth when I do so.

"She seems stressful."

My eyes fleet over to Chantel at her words. She's watching me as she takes a drag from her newly rolled spliff.

Mi nuh usually dig women who smoke, but she mek it look sexy.

"Why women stay so, Dawg?" I say to no-one in particular.

"Needy?" Chantel asks, regardless.

"And fucking jealous. All when dem know dem a do things." I shake my head, and sit.

Chantel smiles, coming to sit on the armrest of the single-seater couch I'm sitting on. "I don't blame her. I'd be jealous too if my man had dick like yours and knew how to use it like you do."

Placing her feet on my lap, she pulls them together, cupping my dick, and begin moving them up and down its length.

I stare at her feet as she continues to move them up and down, moaning under my breath as I feel my balls tingle and my flaccid dick comes to life.

"You a play a dangerous game eno, woman," I say, my voice low and throaty.

She smiles innocently, taking another drag of the weed before opening her mouth and blowing the smoke in my face.

"Chantel," I warn.

Her smile stretches. "Dada?"

Fuck!

My dick goes hard instantly.

This catches Chantel's eyes. She squeals. "Good boy."

My eye snap to hers, and she holds my stare, biting her lip seductively.

I know that look.

"Yuh nuh tired?" I ask, my lips stretching into a lopsided grin.

"Nope."

"Well, mi tired." After tha fuck deh weh mi just gi yuh, den nuh muss.

I expected her to surrender, so imagine my surprise when instead she says, "Don't worry, I can ride it."

That sounds good.

Twisting my wrist, I look at the time on my watch, seeing that it's minutes to 10 o'clock. My smirk returns.

And without a second thought, I scoot down further into the couch, so that my feet at stretched out and my head is resting on the cushion.

Peering up at the woman above me, I say, "Aite, do yuh thing den."

Without another word, she hops off of the armrest and come to straddle my legs.

I watch as she runs my cock head along her slit a few times, before pausing at her entrance and slowly sinking down until my length is buried balls deep in her wet pussy.

Raw.

We both moan.

Fuck.

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⏱️ The Next Day...

°Deanne's P.O.V.°
11:45 P.M

"Onika say she gi' the ducta her number eno."

"Eeeh?" Moesha says. "Lucky she. Mi did have bigger fish a fry."

We're all sitting under the big tree outside the sixth form block, Peya, Ashara, Moesha, Rickel, and I.

Rickel has her head down, fiddling with the zipper on her pink Jansport while she listens to the conversation going on around us.

Since we all had an eleven to twelve free session, we decided to take lunch early.

Ashara smirks, her attention fixed on Mo. "Mi know man. Yuh think mi nuh see yuh a pree out the driver over deh."

At her cousin's words, Moesha laughs. Then blushes. "Girl, yuh did a tek notice too. Waiii, mi say, the wul time the likkle man have mi attention! Yuh know nice and neat? Plus, him angle the bus!"

"A true eno. All when we reach Treez mi never waa come off, gyalie. Vibzy bad. A so mi like when man know how fi control steering. And him look young too. Like him just likkle bit bigger than we."

"Well, Ashy, mi only hope ano the bus alone him can handle so."

Hear ya!

All three of them: Peya, Ashara, and Moesha, laugh at her suggestive statement.

I scoff below my breath.

What a set a gyal love man.

Every lunch time a the same topic put out fi conversation: man. From who a fuck who, to who waa fuck who. To who vex say who nawh fuck who. No sah.

And this here is no different.

Apparently, yesterday, one a di hype bus dem come turn pon Central Avenue and the events which took place on the way to Halfway Tree has been the hot topic for the past fifteen or so minutes.

Mi ears cyaa eat grass sake-a dem.

Lawd man.

I sigh, focusing my attention back on adding the pictures to my Appendix.

"Yuh think a joke. Him have a buzz, man, mi nawh lie. Yuh ever see one bwoy, or, better yet, one man, and from yuh see him, just him vibes alone mek yuh woulda gi' him piece?" Moesha asks, giggling afterwards. "Well, a me that wid the driver yesterday."

This catches my attention, and I look up from my laptop screen and quirk a brow. "No sah, a which driver that?"

"One weh drive the bus weh name Top Shottaz or sum'n like so."

Shottaz?

Then...

My heart skips a beat.

Ashara perks up, from beside her, using her fork to tear a piece of the fried chicken in her plate and stuffing it into her mouth. "If yuh fi fuck one, Mo, who yuh woulda choose? The black one, or the brown one?"

"Affi be the black one, girl, mi nuh like brown man." Moesha answers her question with a tone like she's saying 'Duh!'.

A coulda never my Driva she a talk...

"Oh..." I hum, typing foolishness because I'm distracted. Catching up on myself, I quickly hit the backspace button and start over.

Why mi heart a beat so fast?

Moesha turns her attention back to me, saying, "How that sounds so?"

At her question, my brows automatically furrow. I stop typing to look at her properly. "Sound how?"

"Like..." she shrugs, "mi nuh know, like yuh sound hurt or sum'n."

"Watchya!" I laugh, then hiss my teeth. "Girl, yuh cyaa serious...a 'hurt' yuh really go?"

"Yeah. Just a tell yuh how your comment come off. Like yuh disappointed say a him. Awah? Yuh did expect it fi be smaddy else?"

"Like?" I ask pointedly. She's beginning to irritate me now. She think a she alone can give attitude?

"Mi nuh know. Maybe the other driver guy. Awah, yuh like the black one?"

Yuh know say...

"Listen to mi, Moesha, better yuh lock chat and stop chat shit, yer." And don't piss mi off.

"So watch ya! Yuh better than fi like the man, Coolie?" She hisses her teeth. "Awah this! And, by the way, mi nuh know who yawh try fool. Mi see you and him a talk last week Friday inna the bus and a bare blush yuh a blush. So stop gwaan like yuh better than the man now, and relax." She hisses her teeth again, rolling her eyes.

Then, uno see mi dying trials?

"Girl...you relax. Don't get too boomy now." I'm getting angry now.

"So yuh couldn't like him, Deanne? Yuh love gwaan like ya saint?"

"Wah yuh know 'bout mi, Moesha?" I raise my voice.

"Uno done now," Ricky, who's sitting beside me, interjects, then sigh. "'Memba Buckley office deh right up desso..."

I turn to her and chuckle dryly. "No, but mi affi ask. 'Cause it look like people have mi file weh mi nuh know 'bout."

"Mi nuh need fi have yuh file, my girl, mi just a tell yuh as it is."

"Alright, uno drop the argument now," Ashara says before I can respond, cutting me off. "She never say noth'n 'bout the driver, Mo. And she never mean fi say that, Coolie. Sorry. Squash it yasso. Moesha, continue wah yuh did a say."

Moesha laughs. A thru she deev'n know wah a go through mi mind.

"Cho!" she says. "As mi did a say..."

Rolling my eyes, I decide to drown her out and continue with my work. After about five minutes of listening, involuntarily, to this chatter between Ashara, Moesha, and Peya, I pull out my earphone and connect it to my phone. Finding my 'X' Playlist, I click on the first song to help drown out the noise.

My eyes fleet over to Moesha, as I do so, and I conceal a frown and roll my eyes. Watch the fucka face too nuh. Love man like dog.

. . .

"Yuh nuh plan fi chat 'bout noth'n else fi the day, Moesha?" I ask when I can't take it anymore.

It has been fifteen whole minutes to hell!

Like she frighten fi man.

From she siddung, she nuh rest the man name.

Everything: Shottaz driver do this. Shottaz driver do that!

Lawd man!

I don't know why, but the more she talks is the more irritated I get.

Or a because of who she a talk 'bout mek yuh vex?

I scoff at the thought.

I know I can't stop other people from admiring him, as I don't own him, so, I don't know why it bothers the shit out of me hearing her constantly babbling about him.

The worse part is that she see seh mi a do sum'n important over yasso and she nuh stop chat. And so loudly too.

Mi a try finish put together the project since a today it due and mi can't even focus good to rahtid. Cho!

"So wah yawh gwaan so fah, Coolie?" she asks, with attitude.

"How mi a gwaan?" I hiss my teeth. "Yuh nuh think it annoying fi yawh chat 'bout foolishness so loud and mi a try focus pon wah mi a do?"

The topic nuh stale by now?

"Watchya!" Moesha sasses back. "Yuh own the tree weh we siddung under? Mi nuh free fi chat?"

Awah do tha dry head gyal ya man!

Ashara giggles and I fix her with a nasty side eye.

Instead she tell the gyal say she wrong, she deh yasso a skin off her thirty-two like she get sum'n fi laugh 'bout. Wah funny?

Pity she wouldn't even know how mi feel right now.

I hate a bitch who chats too much, bro...!

Moesha isn't even in our class, fi mek it even worse, she's a lower sixth former, who I only put up with because she's Ashara's cousin; also the reason I tolerate her eating with us. So, I don't even know why she feel like she have so much chat yasso.

From morning she a try piss mi off eno.

Trust.

I hiss my teeth and turn my attention back to Moesha, narrowing my eyes. "Girl...just go easy yer..."

At my tone, Shara sits up and frowns. "Coolie, buil' nuh. She literally nuh do noth'n fi yawh gwaan so stills."

"Oh. OK." I say sarcastically. "By the way, yuh done your part of the sum'n?"

"Mi soon work pon it."

She has this look on her face that instantly irritates me.

"Seriously, Ashara? We literally have Geo next session after lunch. So when yuh plan fi 'work pon it'?"

She giggles, oblivious to how annoyed I am. "Seriously, Dawg, a wah do yuh today?"

No, but yuh see laughing pon mi face?

This serious to rahtid...

"Not a thing nuh do her, she just hype and feel she better than everybody else," Moesha whispers to her cousin, beneath her breath, but I still hear her.

"So wah'pn to that, bloodclaat gyal? So wah if mi hype? Wah yawh go do 'bout it?" I stand abruptly, making both Moesha and Ashara gasp and recoil as I tower over them.

Oh, yuh neva know say mi hear yuh?

"Dee, calm dung," Ricky softly says, interjecting, holding my arm to pull me back down to sit.

"Fi true, Coolie," Peya, who has been silently watching the exchange, agrees.

My blood boils.

This gyal mussi think me 'fraid fi slap een her long mouth mek it short.

"Yuh know wah..." I finally hiss my teeth and pack up my shit, closing my laptop and tucking it under my arm.

"Mek mi move from yasso before mi do sum'n weh mi might regret later. Mi will text yuh eno, Ricky." I pick up my bag, throw it over my shoulder then pick up the empty lunch box.

"Weh yawh go?"

"Library," I tell her.

"Wait, mi a come wid yuh!"

I hum, before I stand once more, step over the concrete bench and start walking towards the Admin block.

Looking back, I see everyone staring at me while Ricky gathers her things. Hissing my teeth under my breath, I head towards the bin to discard the garbage.

Mi whole vibe feel mess up now. Cho!

"Awah do you?" Ricky asks as she catches up to me at the bin.

"Yuh see sum'n do mi?" I hiss.

Then sigh when I realise how harsh it sounds.

Thankfully Ricky isn't fazed. She knows how I get when I'm upset.

"So how yawh act so miserable? Look how yuh nearly nyam off the gyal head likkle while." She chuckles.

My frown deepens at the mention of the likkle bitch. "Moesha chat too much a that."

"Your head too hot, a that...!"

"She lucky say mi never rass her wid sum'n a that! 'Bout mi 'hype'. Bright."

She lucky say mi a easy miself yer. Just thru CAPE, and subsequently my ticket fi liff up from tha place ya, deh right 'round the corner, oh.

Ricky sighs as we enter the library and place our bags on the shelves in the 'bag area'. "You and that girl always a catch up over sum'n. Uno nuh like peace?"

"Because she don't know herself. And feel a everybody she can chat to any and any way and dem tek it, because Ashara deh deh fi back her."

"She a the next one too," I add. "But mi nawh wile her."

This causes Ricky to giggle, pulling my head back by my puff. "Easy, mi hot head friend."

Hissing my teeth playfully, I roll my eyes, then smile, as we make our way to one of the tables at the back of the room.

Suck hood gyal, Ashara.

Cho!

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"Yuh really nawh put the gyal name pon the sum'n, Apple?"

Keeping my eyes trained on fixing the papers in the clear folder in my hand, I hiss my teeth at the best friend's question.

"No. Why should I? Yuh nuh do the work, don't expect a grade. Mi nuh business, mi nawh bruk nobody bad."

The time she deh deh a giggle giggle wid her giddy headed cousin bout man, she coulda easily maths up the piece a table of contents and acknowledgment.

She literally got the easiest part.

Ricky chuckles, and shakes her head. "Aye, gyal, yuh terrible eno. A weh Aunty Cynthia get yuh from?"

"Mi drop from sky and drop thru har punny," I say so only she can hear.

Slapping her hand over her mouth, to mute her loud scream, she opens her eyes, her face going red. She looks around then pulls closer to me, whispering, "Bitch! Yuh know say yuh fi do better?"

"Pray to God say him change me." I smirk, holding out the project to inspect it. The cover page looks so neat. Now, that the dutty gyal name nuh deh pon it fi ruin the aesthetics.

"Or fi him send a man fi put yuh under manners."

"All that too." I laugh, and Ricky joins me.

"As yuh say that, wah'pn to your boy? Him stop text yuh?"

Rickel blushes. "No, but mi kinda a stay far. Mi nuh know. Everyday him nuh stop press mi fi come a him yard."

I frown. "Sounds like a one thing him a look from yuh."

"And him nawgo get it so, so a better him gwaan."

"Exactly. Don't be like Fuck Truck Moesha and her crew yawh bessie," I tease.

And Rickel guffaws. "Mi say any day the gyal dem gang yuh and beat yuh, yuh will know."

"They can try," I sass, rolling my eyes.

Just as Rickel is about to speak, the bell rings.

And I stand, gathering my things. "Come, a class time. And yuh know how Wilson love gwaan 'bout tardiness."

Rickel giggles as she takes up her books as well. "Aye, mi cyaa wait fi see Ashara face when she see say yuh nuh put her name pon the project."

Hissing my teeth, I head down the steps into the main section of the library. "Well, mek she tump mi inna mi face. See if mi nuh floor her suck hood nasty self."

"Waiii!!!" Rickel exclaims.

Then adds, as if on second thought, "Mind the gyal think a cocky feelings yawh carry eno."

"Mi?" I point at my chest. "Neva that, baby girl. After mi nawh compete wid nuh gyal over bus man."

Yuh crazy?