Soon tek him likkle 3 points.
FLASHBACK
“Which bwoy yuh seh a diss yuh?” Prezi asks, driving us to school in his Bmw.
“Eh bwoy Jonathan,” I tell him. He doesn’t say anything for the remainder of the drive. He pulls over at one of his friend’s, parking the car there before we walk over to school.
“Eh bwoy Willis out yet,” I say to Nick. Willis is the head prefect and him always see or find something wrong on us. Especially Nick. Him a one athe reason the man ever a get in a trouble.
As we walk through the gate a few students walk through and Willis allowsthem to past. When we approach he tells me to turn over my belt before hetouches Nick, stopping him.
Nick yanks his hand away. “Doh put yuh hand pan me prefect bwoy.”
A few students around chuckles and Willis ignores it, upsetting Nick withwhat he says next. “Empty your bag.”
“Why?” Nick asks and I interrupt him.
“That mi a seh too a wah? Yuh mussy love eh man bredda,” I shake my head.
“I have to do it,” Willis says.
“Says who?” Nick laughs in disbelief. He’s angry. He starts cursing andWillis flinches but he’s taller than Nick so he’s trying to ‘stand tall.’ “How much man pass and yuh deeven meds them but as mi fawud yuh see everything pan man fi talk bout?”
“I have to check your bag,” he presses.
“Mi naw empty it so is either yuh move out a me way or yuh call eh principal else suh’m a guh gwan,” Nick says close to him. I always admire how serious he is. The both of us together is trouble. Nick didn’t really talk much but deadly while I was the one who would jeer you but also deadly.
“Yow mi nuh like repeat miself enuh, is either yuh move out a me way elsemi-” before he could finish what he was saying Willis was out of the way.
We got to the first two classes and stayed at our spot for the remainder ofthe day. Nick on his phone with his Mexican girlfriend while texting otherwoman who would text him.
Later that day we linked with the other niggas, Doritos, Gutta, Keno, Rick and attacked Jonathan and his friends. They’re big men and we are only in11 Grade. We were successful in the end, we didn’t kill them but we mash dem up. And imagine, we a juvenile.
PRESENT
We were like brothers. I can’t believe we’ve reached to this, where I hatehim and want him dead. All because him family greedy and corrupt. Anything is possible though and I mean anything. I’m sure of this especially when I think back on our past and where we are now. The love that I had for him turned into so much rage and loathe.
Unuh a did blood enuh, that’s how close you were,my subconscious reminds me.
I know but things change. People change, and situations change. A nextthing I learn is that betrayal comes from your close friends most of the timeand then it destroys relationships and nuff other good things. It makes youforget your history with people and just act off emotions.
And a that mi a do… and a dat mi a go do.
Wah that?
Act off my emotions and put a shot in his head. I’m doing it myself, even ifthat’s the last thing that I get to do on this earth.
And deh same gyal deh weh him have a mi a go have that.
Just watch.
I know his weakness enuh, so I know exactly where to strike. I smoke the weed, relaxing on my chair then my girlfriend calls me from the room.
I hiss.
“Come help me take this up,” she says and I get up.
“Why you even get up, yuh better?” I ask her.
