Page 30 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

Zara

Else dawq nyam yuh suppa’ my subconscious jokes.

As soon as I reach the door the security pulls it open for me and I smile. “Thank you,” I say and he nods.

“You’re welcome beautiful,” he flirts.

He always tries to flirt with me whenever I come in here.

I smile, putting my hand underneath the thermal scanner and it scans and sprays my hand.

I look at the screen... 36.5 “Normal Temperature,” the machine echoes as I join the line.

A tall boy is standing in front of me and he has a little boy in his hand that he can barely control.

He’s probably four years old. He walks away, touching a lady’s bag and she looks around startled, but smile when she realizes that it’s just a baby.

Probably think it’s a thief. “Jay,” his father calls him and the lady brings him back to his father.

“Mija... I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding and they will replace it,” A raucous voice echoes through the building, causing me to look behind me.

It’s a Mexican man. He’s dressed in a long sleeve white button-down shirt and brown shorts with his Hush Huppy shoes. He’s wearing a nude Trilby hat and Ray-Bans sunglasses.

Looks like him carry nuff weight, my subconscious start.

I spot his Patek Philippe. Wow. I turn around minding my business, but as usual people always come around me with their business and that’s exactly why I’m still hearing his conversation. I promise you I’m not eavesdropping... intentionally. You a drama, as if yuh nuh love it. I do, I admit.

“Just listen, alright. I will see what I can do to fix this,” he says before he sighs. Mija definitely is a brat and I don’t even know what they’re talking about. The man in front of me gets through and I walk over to the counter.

The teller smiles at me. “Hey good afternoon, can I have your ID and TRN please?”

I open my purse handing them to her along with the tracking number, my mother’s address and phone number. She turns to the computer, putting in the information. After a short minute of waiting, she hands me the 50k. I double check it before I put my ID cards and the money in my purse.

She smiles. “Thank you,” I say, returning her smile before I leave.

When I got out, I decided to buy a dress to wear to the baby shower on Wednesday because I don’t have a blue dress.

There’s a mall about five minutes away. I decide to check out the stores there but stop when a BMW approaches.

The corners of my mouth turn up into a sweet smile the moment I realize that he’s giving me oblige. I quickly cross the road and look back.

Nickoi really a tek over mi mind enuh because every expensive car I see reminds me of him. Hear yah. I guess it’s a good thing and I hope he’s thinking about me too. I smile to myself.

You forget seh yuh wah murda him? my subconscious reminds me.

No mi nuh forget, it’s just that it wear off.

A little. Don’t get me wrong I’m very much upset about it.

I still am, but the temper I was in last night disappeared.

I guess since it’s been hours and I’ve been teaching and communicating with people.

A sigh leaves my lips. I hate the fact that he’d put his hands on my fath— I mean, Henry.

We have our differences yes, but it still doesn’t change the fact that he’s my ‘father’.

I mean, who would be fine with their boyfriend beating up their dad?

I’m sure nobody would feel comfortable with that.

Zara, whatever. Him deserve it, you can gwaan sorry fi him... I don’t! my subby spits.

I want to know how Nickoi found out about it when it happened in our house. I didn’t even talk to anyone about it. So weird. Well somebody a rat. I smell a rat!

Such a drama queen. He isn’t even answering my calls. Is he being good? I hope.

I question myself and think about Jemmy Nye and ‘em Dior earrings. Then suddenly, a woman pushes the door open hitting me in the process and I stumble backward, someone grabs me. Someone familiar. But this person doesn’t feel like Nickoi, the feeling isn’t the same. I know it.

“I’m so sorry,” the lady apologizes, and I nod looking behind me and my smile fades.

“Let mi go Malik!” I glare at him. I push the door and walk in, leaving him behind. Mi nuh want him talk to me.

I take a deep breath before I start searching for a blue dress that I could wear to the baby shower.

Mi affi in a good mood fi buy the nice clothes them.

I breathe again trying to calm myself. I shake my head at the dresses that I’m seeing.

Dem can gwaan, but mi nah wear them though. Yuh would a look the worst.

Why mi never just order sup’m? A just true it sudden in a way. I complain to myself as I look at the dress section, unimpressed.

“Why you a look dress?” he has the audacity.

I roll my eyes. “Mi really nuh wah hear your voice.” Ouch Zara.

I walk away looking at the other dresses on the mannequins.

“Whose voice yuh wah hear then?” He asks, curiously.

Nickoi’s, Duh!

Watch yah nuh.

Mi know him wah fass inna me business. “Just not yours,” I simply say.

He sighs before he points at a two piece.

It looks a little casual but it’s cute. “ Is a dress mi wah wear,” I say walking way.

I don’t want his help. Mi like the sup’m weh him choose but mi nuh like him.

Suh you nuh feel good choosing it. No. “Why dress, you a go on a date?” he’s so inquisitive. I ignore him. Dutty bwoy fass.

He wraps his arms around my waist and I glare at him.

Eh-eh... bwoy move your hand before a laser gun shoot yuh from cross the road, the girl in my head jokes.

I hold in the laugh. I have to. Yuh know what, since he’s trying so hard let me just drop the bombshell on him.

“You use to have that privilege now yuh nuh have it anym-”

“Why? Mi tell yuh mi a guh fix things,” I shake my head at his words.

“You a fix yuhself... right now I have a boyfriend that treats me good and he finds time for me,” I say and he stares at me completely lost.

He thught you couldn’t move on? Tuhh With a smile, I end up taking the two piece, because it’s the best thing I see here. I pay for it and leave the store. For some reason I feel good. With a fulfilling smile, I head to the bus stop. Wicked.

I get in a taxi shortly after. Thankfully, it didn’t take long to drive off. On my way home I take out my phone and smile when I see missed calls from Nickoi. Yeah man. When I was calling you, you didn’t pick up. Medi cine. Same way suh.

Saying I’m satisfied is an understatement. I give the driver my fare just after telling him where to stop. As soon as he does, I spot Nickoi’s car parked at my gate. I quickly get out of the car and race to his window. Him crazy?

What more damage him wah cause? Him nuh see dem nuh like him? I look in. I nearly have a heart attack when I realize that he isn’t in the car.

Jesus Savior!