Page 47 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

Nickoi

Zara’s mom calls me and I follow her outside.

I leave Zara and har fish cousin inside a talk.

Cya believe wah man can move so. I look at Ms. Michelle as I approach her.

Zara did right when she seh har mother pretty, even though they have their individual features, there’s a slight resemblance.

You can tell she’s her mom. They have the exact physique too, a just the age difference mek them different. No Joke..

“Nickoi,” she smiles and I smirk.

“So mi wah yuh help mi plan sup’m fi Zara birthday,” her voice drops low.

“Like a surprise party?” I ask.

“Yes sup’m like that but mi want it different. I want her to be really happy on her special day,” she claps excitedly.

“Mi get yuh mon, yuh wah sup’m big,” I say thinking about Phoebe. She’s one of the best event planners in Kingston. “Mi know a bad event planner enuh mi a guh put yuh on.” I tell her. Her face lights up.

“Yessss, but I want dem early enuh so mi can sort it out,” she smiles.

I see where Zara gets this smile from. It’s just crazy how she takes some of her mother’s features and still looks like the wasteman. She’s the perfect blend of dem.

“Yah... just some calls mi a go mek,” I tell her.

“Yes and if yuh can keep her occupied during the day so she nuh suspect anything cause me wah the surprise wull har enuh,” Ms. Michelle claps.

I laugh. “I can guarantee that mon and mi did already plan fi bring har to Mystic Mountain tomorrow, she and Mama. I already link my bredrin and him expect us so you don’t have to worry about Zara finding out.”

“Yes! I’m so excited,” she claps. Sash.

“Just nuh mek Sash know bout it,” I say and she laughs. Else it get knock.

“Mi know seh she a parakeet,” she laughs. Seet deh.

“Mi brother have a private jet so mi a plan fi surprise her and take her somewhere weh she always wah go,” I tell her. She gasp.

“Sounds good but mi nuh have that much money,” she sighs.

A Nickoi this enuh, my subconscious says.

“Nuh worry bout it man just deal with the party,” I say.

I don’t want to just say I have it covered and she start questioning my source of income. Nuh inna that... when dem see the results them nah go have time fi question nothing. Wonder weh she would a wah go though.

“She ever tell yuh where she would a like fi travel to?” I ask Ms. Michelle and she shakes her head no.

“Mi nuh really sure... she love them fancy place deh like Paris,” her mom says thinking. She seh Paris. But she nuh sound sure.

“Arite, don’t stress it,” I say. Mi probably a guh need the fish bwoy help. Nickoi stop..

But fi real him know her good so he would probably know where she’d like to travel to. If mi ask her it only go give her ideas and mess up mi surprise.

She gives me her number and takes mine. “I’ll call you and we talk more... mi affi go in before she wonder wah we a talk bout.” She laughs.

After talking with Ms. Michelle I stayed in my car.

I didn’t want to socialize anymore, I just wanted some alone time to think.

I built a spliff and made a couple phone calls setting up a few things.

Phoebe is booked out but of course she affi find a way fi deal with my thing especially when I’m paying her two times the price. Money run this world enuh.

I call Gutta. “Yeah mi G wah gwaan?”

“Nothing?” I ask, referring to the incident. Mi still wah know a who the bwoy dem be enuh.

“Yuh know seh we still a look, wi nuh find nutt’n yet b-” Gutta says.

“Mi nuh wah hear that yuh muss can find a way fi see a who enuh,” I’m dying to know who it is enuh. I just want a lead! And you nah talk bout sheet.

“Yes a it mi a tell yuh enuh boss seh wi mek Juaqína maths up da thing deh a the morgue,” he says.

I sigh to myself when he calls her name. “So wah she say?” I ask, trying to focus on what Gutta is saying and not on Juaqína.

“She a seh a wah idiot bwoy from Golf and the other one is a Mexican bwoy,” as soon as Gutta says that I knew exactly who is responsible for the hit. Talia’s Father, Carlos.

Even though I already suspected him, I wanted to be sure.

Slowly, I shake my head. If you wah fi get mi mad, yuh try fi harm me or the people them weh mi love.

Mi nuh care. Once yuh do that yuh get knock and mi nuh care who yuh be and how much army yuh have.

Bwoy Carlos d’evu know wah deh come fi him. Head chip yah now.

“Ah,” I hang up.

I start thinking hard. Why people nuh listen?

That’s all them need fi do enuh and them just doh listen and a it a mek nuff man dead enuh.

Mi never tell da man deh seh fi doh come in a mi lane?

But yet still him send him man them all the way a my nigga house fi kill we.

Anything weh him get him try tek it cause a him ask for it.

Mi warn him enuh. I sigh. Him did feel a joke mi a make?

I glare outside thinking hard. The man mek mi a meds dawk and mi a try change enuh.

Him should a bill enuh. Hmph.

Wah mi a go do to Carlos him cya go believe seh a young bwoy lakka me could a evil so. Who tell him fi mess with yuh? He’s a walking dead already enuh. Yuh cya run in pon me and try fi kill me and hurt people inna me circle in the process and get weh wid eh!? Him mussi sick.

My mind runs on the information Gutta gave me and I shake my head. Now that I know that it’s Carlos I can’t stop thinking of ways to kill him. I’ve probably thought of 100 ways already in the last five minutes. A the worst thing him could a ever do. I puff my spliff and close my eyes, thinking.

“Baby why you look like this?” I hear Zara say. I ignore her. Why now? Not even you mi nuh wah hear right now enuh.

A the dawkest me ever see yuh enuh Nick.

She pulls the door and I breathe out. Knowing Zara she nah go stop enuh. Jah Jah.

“Nickoi wah happen mek yuh look so?” She asks again. Oh shit.

Mi nuh wah seh nutt’n and it come out wrong and usually wen mi angry mi do that.

Best if mi just keep silent cas mi know Zara sensitive.

I ignore her and puff my weed. Jet is dead because of him.

Rick is in danger and cyaa go a him yard.

Gina in a hospital a fight fi har life. Wah bout them baby?

And Carlos must live? I hiss my teeth. Dem thing ya mek mi meds dawk enuh.

“Nickoi mi a talk to yuh. A this mi nuh like enuh. You will be cool with me now and then yuh just start brush me off or ignore me. Why yuhso sometime-ish?”

She just nah stop doh?

I hiss again pissing her off.

“Watch yah,” she says.

I look at her. “Zara leave me... just go back inside,” I tell her. “Please.” I need to be alone.

“Nuh tell me nutt’n... mi a talk to yuh and you a ignore me. Wah mi do yuh?!” She raises her voice.

Jah know. Zara nah help at all. She only a make man anger flare more. I take a deep breath.

“Arite the thing over?” I ask. Mi really need fi drink some Henny but I don’t want to drink too much and drive them.

“Wah happen?” She asks again. I want to shout at her. A so she make mi feel right now.

“Why yuh so nagging?” I ask, staring directly at her.

“Mi nagging?” She asks with an attitude pissing me off a little more.

I start having a headache and I know it’s because of Zara. She really is a headache and I don’t want to raise my voice at her. But she a mek it hard fi me.

“Mi come here and yuh look like yuh wah kill somebody and I’m showing concern because I care and you a seh mi nagging?” She argues to herself.

This shit crazy yow. The way how mi affi a exercise self control. She looks at me. “Is it a phone call? Somebody dead?” She asks. No, somebody bout fi dead.

“Answer me, somebody rob you?” She continues. My anger flares again.

Somebody can annoying so!?

“Nuh ask me nutt’n,” It comes out harsh. I come out of the car and slam the door. I walk to the side where they have a pipe and wash my face. Someone comes behind me.

“You alright?” It’s Eva, her eyes locking onto mine as I shift to meet her gaze.

“Mi good,” I say walking back to my car. I open the door and find Zara crying. Jah Jah. Like Zara wah drive man crazy today dawg.

“I am not trying to bother you I-I am just concerned because I care,” she sobs.

I sigh. “Look I am sorry,” I apologize before I sit in the car and she takes up her purse. She opens the door getting out.

Weh she a go? “Weh yah go?” I ask, annoyed. This is what I hate about her. She just stubborn and annoying sometimes.

She opens the back door and sits in the back. “Mi nah sit beside yuh,” she sobs. Jah know. I shake my head .