Zyairie POV
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I'm in the gym burning off some steam when this puerto american looking chick comes over to meMy shirt is off and my locs is in a bun
She doesn't say anything but starts using the machine beside me she bends over to fix her shorts or whatever I'm not focused on her
I keep lifting the weights listening Masicka leader
I see her using the machine wrongly through my corner eye I grunt if she doesn't know how to use the machines
Rass she a do a gym?
She lifts the weights bringing it down I see it's about to land on her chest I hiss my teeth contemplating if I want to help her
I have gloves on I fixed them before moving towards her she's struggling using one hand I lift the thing from her as she gets up frantically I place it on the rack
She's breathing heavily and I can see her shaking
The fuck?
I don't say anything but go back to where I was I noticed right away that my shirt that was drenched in my sweat was missing
Mi sure a desso mi put it I start looking around for it
Dis strange
It suddenly clicked the same girl comes towards me I turn my attention to her she moves boldly with confidence
"Thank you just now," she says
"Yah," I continue to look around for my shirt because it cya tek foot and walk inna three seconds
Since I've been in this country I haven't worn my rings I'm not sure if it's because of that I don't pick up danger or mi just too relax here
"Can you zip this please," she says handing me a bag
Why mah go do dat?
"Why,?"
"It's not zipping," she says sighing in a pitiful voice
Oh sounds like a her problem; minding my business once again I realize she's persistent; so I take the bag from her zipping it she thanks me but doesn't go away
Rass do dah female yah?
She so annoying dawg
"Do you have a girlfriend,?" She asks after being quiet for a long time
"How is that your business,?" I ask her
"I'm sorry it's just that I've seen you before," she says I lift a brow at that as she looks down at my chest
I turn away as she still stands there
How do I politely tell this girl to leave me alone one bagga man inna eh gym and a me alone she a pest
I look around and to my surprise it's only us in the gym now
Swear people did in yah how tf-? What's happening? Mi sure mi neva did a imagine dem dis a get weird by the second
Time fi mi dip
But where's my shirt?
I pack up my things before heading towards the door and to imagine that the annoying female still a walk mi dung
"A wah,?" I ask irritated
"You're Jamaican,?" She comments biting her lip as if she's on fire
"What do you want,?" I ask her as she touches my arm
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