"nanaa" jayda spoked threw the phone to me while dragging her words.
"jaydaa" i responded with the same tone.
"what you doing" she asked as i heard muffled noices from the background, i guess shes outside.
"nothing, why" i questioned her
"can you come to the block with me" she asked in a begging tone.
jayda has been messing with this sugarhill boy named dd osama, since meeting him shes been to sugarhill basically everyday.
"eh maybe" i said through gritted teeth. i knew she was basically asking me to come with her just so she can see dd and forget i was there.
but it is what it is, if i had the man i would act the same too to be honest. but relationships are just diffrent for me, ive never really been in "love" ever.
after hanging up i headed to my silver toned dresser picking out an outfit to wear. i chose to wear a sweatsuit, unlike jayda i have nobody to impress.
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"so you really like this boy" i questioned to jayda whilst staring at her up and down. she was wearing a mid length skims dress that hugged her figure nicely and showed her legs that now had goosebumps from the 30° degree january weather.
"no .. yes .. maybe" she sighed "dd is just diffrent from everyone else" she said furrowing her eyebrows a little.
"whatever you say" i replied nonchalantly shrugging my shoulders.
