Ch 12: Forgive Me, Please

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Rèmi's POV
Friday, September 29th
5:45 p.m.

"Who yah buy dem deh fah?" Nico asked as the florist assembled the roses I just bought.

"Yuh love ask question? Yuh couldn't stay in a di car?" I asked, feeling a headache coming on.

"No, mi look like seatbelt? A Rosalia yah buy dem deh fah?" He asked again. I paid for the roses and then walked out of the store.

"Doh ask me no questions, Nico. Yuh cya see and blind?" I asked and he wiped off his glasses, putting them back on.

"Well... If we're being real, I am partially blind, but now I can see. So, who dem deh fah?" He asked again.

"Mi nuh know why me bring yuh behind me," I said, shaking my head.

"That mi a wonder to. A you call me out a mi yard fi follow yuh like yuh fraid a sum'n. Talk nuh, dawg. Wah gwaan?" He pressed, opening the passenger seat.

When I got back in my car, I sanitized my hands before reaching for the gift bag in the backseat. I bought some stuff from the supermarket to add to the gift bags. Chocolate, gummies, snacks, pistachio nuts, and cranberry juice that she loves so much.

I would have bought the Starbucks drink she told me she likes, but it is more than likely going to melt by the time I'm there. If things turn out how I'm hoping, we can go get some tomorrow. Earlier today, I bought a new SIM card because I texted her on Nico's phone yesterday and she blocked it. It is so unnecessary to buy a new sim that I might not use but I will put it in my last iPhone and keep it active.

"We had an falling out, and she vex. Ago see her in person, because me feel like me patience a run out every time me try call her and she shame mi," I admitted.

"How much time suh? And weh yuh do?" He looked at me, knowingly. I sighed.

"Simone come over when Rosalia was there with me last Saturday. She didn't know about Simone and me did kiss her, things did a gwaan good but Simone presence fuck up everything," I told him.

"Me ago ask yuh this, and mi nuh wah yuh feel nuh way. Yah idiot?" He asked. He stared at me and I shrugged.

I don't like when people ask me dat.

"Maybe Melissa did drop mi pan mi head when mi likkle, mi nuh know." Sarcasm dripped from each word and he hissed his teeth.

"Know mi nuh like yuh," He voiced. I looked at him and smirked before looking back at the items I was assembling in the bag.

"Know mi nuh care?" I asked, mockingly.

"That's why such man fuck weh yuh gyal. A style yuh naave," He shot back.

"Shut yuh shit. Any gyal weh can get fuck from a next man when mi deh wid dem, a never mine. Me nuh walk round and pin label pan every gyal. We are not the same," I said. He pressed his lips together.

Some nerve... Like a never him ketch him woman a get fuck from one big man bout 2 years ago. When mi talk bout him woman eno, mi mean a nuff money him spend, heart a love, tight with her family and thing. God know, me would a go prison.

Kill me would a kill she and her bloodclaat old head.

"Mi hate yuh, dawg. Why we a fren?" He asked, laughing.

"Cause yuh did lonely from primary school and mi did sorry fi yuh," I told him.

"Move from yasso, sadamite. Lie yuh fuck," He said, finding my response funny.

The man can laugh. Nothing him nuh take serious.

"Mi lie fi true, a that's why Rosalia block me. Mamz ask me if me cya read or a slow mi slow. Feel dah one deh inna mi chest yuh fuck," I mumbled, chuckling dryly. Nico started laughing, and I'm tempted to tell him to shut the fuck up.

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