Page 14 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

Zara

Being a baddie is a full-time job. Seriously, it is. It gets exhausting and tiring sometimes but slaying is my career — My. Full. Time. Job. I fork my hand through my knots, massaging the Dove shampoo through my scalp. The sweet smell of strawberry tickles my nose as I take a deep breath.

As soon as I’m through with washing my hair, I blow dry it and start my facial.

It’s been almost two hours. Chro. See what I’m saying?

And I’m still not done yet. I’m just starting on my face, plus I need to get rid of the little hair I see sprouting from my armpits.

The thought of that sends an electric sensation through me.

Nothing I hate like waxing, yet I do it the moment I spot a strand of hair growing back.

My phone buzzes. I see that it’s Clova and a smile paints my lips. Just as I slide the screen, “Afternoon Zara,” is the first thing that she says.

“ Good afternoon, Clova,” I smile.

“A which one a the style dem you did say again?” She asks, her voice like a foghorn.

“ I was thinking of a Bob cut,” I retort.

“Alright baby girl mi a wait,” she says and hangs up.

I finish my facial and start waxing my arm, screaming dramatically each time I rip the wax off. “Jesus... ” I wince. I’m almost there.

You can do this Zara.

With that thought, I close my eyes and rip it off completely, screaming loudly as I do. Then Mama knocks the door. “Zara what’s wrong?” she asks worriedly.

“I’m okay Mama!” I shout.

“Hmm. Cause me a hear a lot of noise like you’re in pain,” she tells me.

“It’s just the wax, I’m fine otherwise,” I explain.

“Okay mi dear,” I hear her say before she walks away.

Moments after, I get myself dressed in a pair of nude leggings from Fashion Nova and its matching crop top.

My scent of the day is Dolce but she doesn’t.

“No baby, daddy put it to 7 o’ clock,” she sighs.

I mentally roll my eyes. Mi don’t even like har father. “Oh,” I simply say.

“I’m so happy! I can get my hair done and we get ready together when we meet up at home,” she starts getting excited. “And I got us matching outfits!”

“Eeeh,” I say trying to not sound as uninterested as I really am.

“My appointment is was at 4 PM but I’m going now, gonna have to pay extra but see you later papi,” she hangs up and I sigh. Nuh know how mi a go do this.

I quickly shove my feet in my black Air Forces, tuck my glock in my waist and walk out. Lorie is watching a movie with Jordane. “You a lef now?” she questions, her brows joining together in disappointment.

I give her a firm nod before I walk out of the house, through the gate then towards my Benz. “Yuh see wah mi a talk bout?” Lorie asks. Her voice laced with frustration as she follows behind me.

I open the door and get in. I sit in the car irritated before I look back at her. She looks at me with teary eyes. Lorie is a nice girl but I just don’t see her more than a– I don’t even want to think about it. “Why you nuh bill, none a this new to you?” I ask her.

“How long you a go hurt me?” She asks and I shake my head.

“Mi tell yuh from the jump say no strings attached so if you feel hurt that’s on you, you need fi deal with that, no feelings no fi in a this,” I tell her.

“Mi hate you essi,” she rolls her eyes so hard I wonder how they don’t fall out.

Then she storms back into the house, causing me to heave a heavy sigh. Wah wrong with Lorie? How she fi a catch feelings? I pull off after gathering myself and head towards my house.