Page 54 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

Zara

I sigh to myself as I pull the door open.

As soon as I enter the kitchen, I hear a sound that startles me.

I look and it’s Henry. Chro. We stare at each other awkwardly for a while before I pass him, taking out a cup.

He pours out water before he sits down around the dining table.

‘Please don’t say anything to me, please don’t say anything to me.

’ I chant in my head. You know that feeling you get when you know someone is going to say something to you?

That’s the feeling I’m getting right now. Then here it comes ...

“So the Don a yuh boyfriend?” he asks surprisingly and I look heavenward.

Why? Just nuh mek wah happ’m last time happ’m again.

“What Don?” I ask him. I’m trying to remain calm. I put my food in the microwave and start the timer.

Next thing him shot yuh two more box and Nickoi kill him, my subconscious jokes. She naav no chill.

“The brown youth weh mi see yah Thursday,” he says. I can tell by his tone that he doesn’t like Nickoi. Mi nuh expect him fi like him thou.

“Nickoi?” I raise a brow. Wah him want with him?

“Mhmm a yuh boyfriend?” he asks and I pour out my water and start gulping it down and in no time the cup is empty.

Yuh really did thirsty! Bad.

“Mhm,” I’m barely audible.

He drinks his water and rest his cup down before saying, “Ahhh.” Then he responds sarcastically to what I said earlier. “Oh,” he says resting his cup in the sink.

I nod because I don’t want to have a repeat of that morning. It’s crazy how he’s even talking to me. “Him love yuh,” he says and I look at him but I don’t say anything.

He smirks at me, he’s such a jerk. “You nuh love him?” Where is Henry going with this? I stare at him and the microwave beeps, telling me my food is ready.

Turning around, I take it out and hear him again. Not to sound rude or anything but why mi affi get the worst father in a the world?

“Eeh?” he asks again.

“Chro daddy,” I take out a fork and put it in my plate before I head towards my room. Nah eat nutt’n round no table wid him. What he says makes my body tense.

“Man dem a plan fi kill him enuh so mi hope yuh nuh in love,” he smiles.

My blood pressure rises. How should I feel? Is he lying about this or is it true? I really hope it’s not the latter. We’re living in a time where we have to take it seriously when someone threatens our life or our loved one’s life. Fi real.

“Where you get this from?” I ask, worrying. I don’t even think I want the food anymore.

He chuckles, irritating me. “A road mi always deh pon enuh so mi a guh hear things,” he tells me and I push my bedroom door and walk in. Why him a smile?

“Mek sure yuh nuh in a car with him,” he warns. Him sound like all of this entertaining to him.

I sit in front my food for what feels like an hour overthinking.

I can’t even find the appetite to eat my food and I’m hungry.

Who would be okay after hearing a news like that?

Nobody. I could possibly lose my boyfriend.

I wipe my tears. I’ve been crying the moment I locked myself inside.

He did tell me he had a lot of enemies but I figured that he’s safe since he has friends to protect him.

Fi some reason though mi still cyaa stop miself from worrying.

Look how Gina and his friend died and they’re both from his circle. Why dem couldn’t protect them?

Who says it’s a must Nickoi is always gonna be protected?

I continue to overthink because even though all of this is happening, nobody still nuh know a who dweet. What if a the same person weh attack dem? And him seh him a go kill Nickoi cause him never get fi kill him the first time?

What if they’re after Nickoi?

He wouldn’t know who because even Rick said he didn’t see their face. I let out a heavy sigh, wondering if it’s too late to call him. I tried eating my food again and I ended up putting it down. Whenever mi worried mi just cya eat nothing. I take up my phone and notice that it’s 2AM. He’s sleeping.

Well wi a guh wake him up! My subconscious shouts.

I decided to listen my intuition and I dial his number, doubting that he’ll answer.

The phone rings out. Just the way how he isn’t responding reminds me of what my father said earlier and it makes my heart hurts.

Mi couldn’t manage that. I continue calling him and surprisingly he picks up after a while but his voice is husky.

Wi wake him! My subconscious cheers.

“Zara?” he says. Him probably all sleep on that phone.

“Nickoi..” I start as he raises up.

“Zara everything good? A 2:30 now enuh,” he tells me.

“I-I want to talk to y-you,” I say, trying to sound calm. “About s-sup’m.” His line is silent before he breathes.

“Why you a cry?” he asks and I face palm myself. His ears too clean enuh.

“I am w–” he interrupts me.

“Accept,” he says and I notice that he’s requesting a video call. I quickly wipe my face and accept the call. The video is black.

“Wah dem do b?” He asks. I know he thinks it’s my family. As I try to gather the words to say to him I start crying.

The way how everything a run right now I don’t even know what to think. Look how people heartless nowadays? Them nuh care how you look or who you are fi shoot you. Look how dem kill 15 people just so and run weh free. Who knows what they’re doing next or who them a go kill next.

Sigh stop overthinking mon, nothing nah go happen to Nickoi.

A Spanish town this enuh. Right now mi stress out.

“Mi a come,” he says, getting out of bed. Maybe because I went silent. I don’t want him to come.

“You nuh have to,” I say because it’s too early and he’s already in danger. “I- I’ll talk to you on the phone.”

“Mi a come,” he insists. So stubborn.

“ Nickoi I don’t want you by yourself so nuh come here!” I say to him angrily.

He clicks on the light and he has a stupid smile on his face. “You a worry?” he smirks and I roll my eyes.

“Nickoi I’m not joking enuh mi a hear some things weh mi doh like,” I say to him and he sits down with a sigh.

“Arite talk to me,” he says, he looks a little sleepy. I breathe out before I speak.

“Who and you in a war?” I ask and he gives me a weird look.

“Wah yah talk bout Zara?” he asks.

“You a lie to me?” I tilt my head and he shakes his head. So if him nuh in a war why dem wah kill him?

“You and nobody have nutt’n?” I ask again.

“No,” he says. “Not right now.”

“Somebody want you dead and I’m worried as hell,” I tell him in a sad tone.

He doesn’t say anything. On his face is a weird expression but he definitely isn’t worried. Weird. “Nuh worry bout that b,” he says and get up.

Is he serious? Then smaddy can calm so when them hear seh smaddy wah kill them? “How yuh mean mi nuh fi worry?!” I yell. “Yuh life in a danger and you a act like yuh nuh care? Mi seh somebody wah kill you and people a warn me about it,” I say angrily.

“And mi seh nuh worry about it cas mi hear,” he says. “Mi a come link yuh.”

I stare at him for a while. “Okay.”

I knew Nickoi was coming so I brushed my teeth and wait for him in the living room.

The house is very quiet because everyone is asleep.

I power the TV on, scrolling through Netflix for a movie to watch until he’s here.

A car engine grabs my attention and I look through the window and spot Nickoi coming.

Him take forever fi reach because it’s almost five o’clock.

I pull the door and use the key to open the grill.

He walks in and I close the grill before I walk inside behind him.

He walks into my room and I power off the Tv.

“Who tell yuh?” he questions as soon as I walk into the room. He’s lying on my bed. I join him.

“It nuh matter I just want you to be careful,” I say softly.

“Zara who tell yuh?” he repeats.

“No,” I say.

“Who tell yuh?” he repeats again.

“Henry,” I breathe.

“Ohhh mi know weh him hear that,” he says surprising me.

“You know?” I gasp. Fi some reason mi happy him know a who. He can still get hurt yes but he knows who is against him and that sounds better than them being unknown.

He nods and stares at me. “Mi nuh wah yuh worry too much about me, okay?” he holds my hands.

“Nickoi I’m not gonna agree to that,” I smile. He smiles looking away and I stare at him. “Nickoi?” I call and his eyes finds me.

“Wah’m?” he’s looking at me hard. I prop up on my elbow. My hair falls in my face and he moves it, tucking it behind my ear. Awww.

“Thank you,” I smile. “I know this sounds impossible but promise to me that you’ll stay away from trouble and keep safe?” I stare in his eyes.

“Please,” I add and he looks down.

He seems like he’s in deep thoughts before he looks up at me and nods. “I promise.” My smile grows and I hug him and of course he grabs my ass.

His eyes darkens, that signature look when he wants to be nasty. I blush. It catches me every time. He leans in and kiss my breast earning a moan from me. He rolls my blouse up then I feel the warmth of his tongue latched around my hard nipples.

When he moves back he smirks, his eyes filled with carnal desire.

I straddle him and hug behind his neck, grinding on him.

He pulls down the strap of my spaghetti strap blouse then he attacks my breast again.

I hold his arms, eyes screwed shut from the pleasure.

A smile forms on my lips when he grabs the hem of my shorts I stop him.

I feel like if I have sex with Nickoi under the same roof weh mi mother and grandmother deh it disrespectful.

I’ve done it before but I had no idea mommy was there.

And even though I knew Mama was, I knew she wasn’t close by.

So I was somewhat... comfortable. But right now her room is right next to mine.

Imagine a moan slip out and dem hear? Worst when it’s almost 5 o’ clock and she’ll be up soon.

“Umm..,” I start. I don’t know what to say without sounding like an idiot.

“Umm what?” Nickoi asks in a curious tone. Him probably a guh think mi fool if mi say it.