Page 6 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

Nickoi

Wah wrong wid mi? I’ve never changed my mind from anything—especially when it comes to flying bat.

The perfect opportunity was placed in my hand and mi mess it up.

Because a ooman? Ooman!!? I sigh to myself.

This is a first. I can’t decipher what exactly made me stop.

Was it because of the innocence in her eyes?

The fact that her eyes...told me she wanted me to stop?

Nickoi look how much points yuh tek in front ooman. .. wah the difference now?

I narrow my eyes at the car driving away. That’s the difference. She is. I hate how much she intrigues me. Shaking my head, I blow out a sigh and look back at my friends. They’re all just staring—too stunned to speak.

Man dem pick up eh’ rake.

I breathe out. Why mi care bout how a mysterious woman feel? Jah. Mi nuh know enuh, but whatever reason it nah happ’m again.

“Yuh good mi Don?” Gutta grabs my attention. He looks concerned. Too concerned.

“Relax G. Mi Gov,” I climb in the back of the Range Rover and press my head against the headres. Mi need a spliff and a bottle o’ Hennessy...

Gutta gets in alongside Scar and the other killers who were standing on the soft shoulder. “Circle back Trevor tomorrow him must get the message from him father.”

“Clean work bossy?” Gutta wants to kill him.

“Yah,” I say thinking about that girl. Again... A wah this? Yuh rate har dawg. I knew the moment I saw her at Jago.

Now I’m seeing her again. Maybe it’s a sign. It has to be and as much as I’m raging that I didn’t get to kill him— maybe it’s for the best. I feel like if I acted off impulse tonight, I’d worsen my chance of getting her. Desso yuh gone mi Boss?

“Which part yaw reach mi killa?” Scar asks the moment he pulls off the Rover.

“Johns Road.”

I get to the house and sigh when Lorie hugs me. “Baby, you look upset,” she mumbles as she wraps her arms around me.

“Mi good,” I groan. She steps away when mommy approaches us. “You alright?” I hate how everyone is asking me the same thing over and over. Mi good! I walk to my room and plop down in my bed, his portrait across from me is the first thing my eyes land on.

My phone vibrates from the nightstand, I reach for it, squinting my eyes to see that I’m tagged in a post. I click it, and Talia pops up showing off the eight new Bridget sandals I got her.

She took the video earlier, swinging the black shopping bags, I spot my arm as I walked next to her. She feel she slick?

“Si tu hombre no te está malcriando, ?qué haces hermana? él salió adelante con estas Bridgets... I love papi downnnnn,” her mexican accent thick.

(If your man ain’t spoiling you, what you doin’ sis? He came through with these Bridgets... I love papi downnnnn.)

I press the power button and hug my pillow. Then she comes back to me. Her eyes, how entrancing they were, the fear when I held up the gu— Jah know. Yow, I don’t know what it is but something about that girl intrigues me. Swear youthhh... mi sound like a clown.

“Wah you a think bout?” Jordane walks in. He’s the only person who can pop in my room unannounced, without being shot dead or something. The bed dips as he sits down.

“Mi seet enuh Nick,” he starts.

“Mi nuh find Trevor,” I hiss.

“Yeah, mi know that, and you go after him father, how that go?” his voice curious. A sigh leaves my lips. I’m getting annoyed but it’s Jordane—he’s an exception.

“That nuh go good either,” my voice dry. I can’t help it. Once I’m annoyed, you’ll know. I can’t pretend. Mi nuh honest though. As a choppa.

“How comes?”

“Yah work wid eh feds dem now?” It comes out harsh. He chuckles causing me to join him. “Mi go fi kill him cause the bwoy Trevor want a reminder a who him a ramp wid, but him get lucky when...” I pause.

“When what?” he’s curious. Usually, nothing stops me—and I mean nothing. Once yuh violate a just dirt right away... and he knows that.

“Mi see the girl,” I admit. His eyes gleams. It’s the glint he has whenever him hear say a ‘ooman’ a the topic. We a really brothers.

“Who that? Dawg look how much girl we talk bout daily,” he has a point.

“The teacher,” he laughs once I say that.

“Jah know?” his eyes sprouts open. Clearly enjoying this too much.

“Yah... ” I trail off thinking back about our short encounter. I’m eager to have more with her. Mi want have a conversation with her. I’m Sapiosexual. I want to see if she’s smart. Sex is my love language, and I’m a proud sex addict. But still, there’s nothing to me like an intelligent woman.

“She was in the car,” I finally continue. “Neva 3 want she see that.”

“Fi real,” he agrees, his eyes narrowing at me. “But since when yuh care wah people see?” I smile to myself only for the voice in my head to say,

‘Naah lie, yaw smile a lot.’

“It would affect mi opportunity mon,” I smirk.

“Mine enuh!” he chuckles. Bwoy Jor nuh easy enuh. “Me a go get her number fi yuh,” his grin mischievous.

“Cya go ask like the bwoy Mark though.”

“Mi have har number already,” my words, too smooth.

“How dawggg!?” his brows raised as he springs up. My chuckle fills the room.

“Yuh feel man ramp?” I pull out my other phone.

ZARA

When we got home, Mr. Perry didn’t wait for our fares, but I promised I’d give it to him when I saw him again. Sigh, the man was that scared— scratch that, we’re all scared; but before we could go inside, we needed to get in character. Cause Mama notices everything.

“Gavin?” Sash’s voice grabs our attention as we amble towards my

house. Gavin is still on edge. He looks at her quizzically.

“We can just sleep here? because me fraid bad,” she pleads. She’s nineteen, the younger sibling of the two. On a regular day Gavin would bend to her every whim anyways.

“Alright,” he pulls the grill.

“A almost 10 o’clock, a wah happen?” Mama asks from the living room. They both look at me.

“We cyaa’ tell her,” I whisper yell. Dem mad?! Like dem forget who Miss Sandra is.

“Mi a go lie then,” Sash smiles confidently. That’s her thing.

“Mr. Perry old car did bruck down,” she starts.

Mama leans on the wall staring at her— she’s not convinced at all.

As expected. It doesn’t hurt to try though.

Sash is the type of family member who nobody believes because of her track record of lying over the years.

Gavin sits on the chair and takes a deep breath.

“Yes, yuh wah see wi a help him fix it,” he adds. Mama nods before her eyes finds me.

Actually, she’s studying me. She narrows her eyes, places her hand on her hip, then she speaks. “So how Zara seem so scared?” I swear there’s nothing in this world I could possibly hide from her.

“She just a fret a talk bout how curfew pass and we ago get lock up,” I hear Gavin say. Inwardly, I smile. Mama looks at him before she chuckles.

“Hush baby, you look like you would a faint,” she pinches my cheeks, something she’s done ever since I was a child.

She walks inside and Gavin looks at me. I widen my eyes dramatically with pursed lips. Sash giggles. Gavin laces his arms around our shoulders and we walk inside.

“I brought some of the food for you Mama,” I place the box in front of her.

“Thank you,” she smiles and open the box. Then she faces Gavin, taking a bite.

“This chicken taste good. A this unuh take too?” I walk to my room. Mi cyaa’ bother.

“Dem food eat good,” Mama kept going.

“But it cost an arm and a leg!” Gavin tells her. Mama laughs out. I’m so happy he’s here because I could never pretend like everything is good when I nearly witnessed murder and possibly be a victim too.

An exhausted Sash comes in the room shortly after. “Yuh nuh have no clothes that can fit me?” she questions and I glance at her slim figure.

“Of course, member other day I was like this,” I joke even though I feel horrible inside. She giggles.

“Give me it mek mi go bathe,” I hop off the bed, digging through my closet.

I grab a t-shirt for her and a pair of biker tights.

I always have new packs of panties in case I have visitors.

I pull out a lace thong and hand everything to her.

She smiles and walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I pick up the remote, searching for a movie to watch on Netflix, and stop scrolling when I spot Perfect Guy. You know how long mi wah watch this? I made myself comfortable in my bed to watch the movie, but then someone knocks.

Gavin comes inside. “Jesus” he breathes.

“Is she sleeping now?” I look up and he jumps on the bed, beside me.

“Yes,” he says happily. “Mama love ask question,” he whispers. We laugh out.

“Har ears clean too so mine she hear you,” I warn.

“She would a just run me out,” he giggles.

As soon as our laughter dies down, his eyes find the Tv screen. “Which show this?”

“Perfect Gu-” I’m interrupted by my phone ringing. I pick up the phone and look at Gavin when I see an unknown number calling.

Gavin widens his eyes.

“Answer it,” he whispers as I stare at the screen.