Page 60 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

Zara

After paying for my groceries, the guy takes the bags outside for me. I called a taxi driver to pick me up because I didn’t want to strain myself with the heavy bags.

“Thank you,” I smile at the guy as he puts the last bag in the trunk.

“No problem,” he smiles and I get in the car.

The driver smiles at me. “Ready now?” he inquires.

“Yeah,” I answer.

As he drives off the passengers talk about the shooting that happened in Constant Spring.

“Mi hear say the detective them still cya find no fingerprint or nothing fi the bwoy them,” I shake my head at that.

That mean seh dem did a wear gloves. “And cameras disconnected too enuh. Them terrible bad,” the other woman says, shaking her head in disbelief. She better believe say a this the world gone to. A wah do har?

“Mi did hear say them a go get one a the top detective them fi deal with it since a some cruel killer dem be weh well deep in a this cause it premeditated and thing enuh, them just dweet and get weh. It would a all come in like them do everything right,” the driver tells them.

“A true,” the woman beside me says.

Good, hope them find them.

When I reach my gate, I pay my fare and the driver gets out and bring the bags on my veranda.

I thank him and pay him extra before he leaves.

Mama and Sash come out helping me with the bags.

I feel so tired. And yuh nuh do nothing much?

The sun hot and mi walk up and dung and shop. That’s something.

“So much things yuh buy?” Mama asks as she lifts the bag and walk in.

Sash takes up one of the bags and I bring the last one. As soon as I step in the house the scent of pumpkin soup hits my nose. Jesus peace.

Mi know yuh hate soup you nuh affi sayt.

“Yuh start cook already?” I ask and Sash starts laughing.

“Gyal yuh still hate soup?”

I chuckle, resting the bag on the table.

“Yes,” I smile and Mama gives me a look and I know what she’s about to say. Drink the soup and burn the gas out of yuh system, My subconscious says before my grandma can.

“Anuh wah yuh like, drink some a the soup and burn out the gas out of yuh system,” I smile as she speaks. See? She says it every Saturday. I sigh after a while. I feel a little hungry.

“Okay, mi affi order sup’m thou.”

“Alright,” Mama says packing out the groceries and we help her. In no time we’re done.

Mama looks at us. “Guess wah mi nuh have in a the soup?” I shrug when nothing comes to my mind.

“Yam?” Sash tries. Mama shakes her head before she starts digging through her pocket.

“Mi want unuh buy some pepper over the shop fi me.”

“Mama mi a go use my money,” I say and she smiles. Mi think mi have some extra money in my purse. Alright rich gyal.

“Okay stretch yuh foot likkle bit cas yuh nuh walk round desso from when,” she says and I chuckle as I walk out.

“Mi wah wi go a beach tomorrow,” Sash says, closing the grill. Good idea. A long time mi nuh go a beach.

“That nuh sound bad,” I smile as I cross the road.

“Gavin gone out with the gyal enuh, that’s why yuh nuh see him but mi a go tell him fi come with wi tomorrow!” She says excitedly before she claps her hands.

“Gyal nuh Friday a yuh birthday!?”

“Yess,” I laugh.

She starts twerking in the road briefly before she walks off. Sash a sup’m else enuh.

“Wi could a go a The Yard,” she suggests. “Or Dinner in the Sky,” she adds. “Yuh nuh decide which restaurant yah go yet?” I guess because of my indecisive ways she asks. Mi never think bout it yet.

“Duh, Mystic Thaiii,” I playfully say, also making a mental note of the two she just suggested.

As I approach the shop, I spot a white Mark X with a lot of people around it. D’ scamma national car. Sash starts smiling hard.

“Hey is a scamma that?” She asks as she pulls up her shorts. I’m convinced she’s obsessed with them. Like why? Nickoi nuh one miss? The only one I can tolerate.

“Mi nuh know,” I retort before I walk into the shop. Mi not even look at dem cause mi no able.

“Hey,” I smile at the shopkeeper and she pulls the window.

“Wah’m Zena,” she smiles.

“A Zara. Yuh forget mi name?” I ask and she laughs. Mi feel a way when people behave like dem nuh member mi name enuh. Yuh can too ‘feel a way’ you a mussi Spice.

“Yuh see true it so unique, mi eva a mix it up,” she explains.

“Alright. Yuh have pepper?” I ask looking on the counter. “Mi want some pepper.”

“Yes mi have pepper but mi affi go over the house fi some,” she says and walks out of the shop quickly.

“Thickaz,” I hear and I continue looking around the shop awkwardly because I know that he’s talking to me. Cause Sash is a slimmaz.

“A mi cousin and she have har man,” Sash tells him. Period.

“Mi nuh business if she have a man,” he says. Him brite eeeh ?

“Dave yuh affi business enuh cause har man a bad man,” Sash tells him and he chuckles.

“Eeeh mi have mi strap too enuh,” he says surprising me and I look around. His dark brown eyes are set on me. He wears polo but he doesn’t wear it well. Clearly he doesn’t understand the assignment.

“Psssssst,” he starts. The man a spray baygon. Inwardly, I roll my eyes.

“How ya gwaan like yuh nuh wah hear me so?” He steps in the shop and walk over to me. Sash comes inside the shop too.

“Weh yuh name?” he asks.

“Sara,” I lie before I look at the shopkeeper when she returns.

“Mi only find three a them, that alright?” She asks and I nod. Mama couldn’t wah more than that.

“Thanks,” I smile as I take them and hand her the money.

As soon as I should step out, I realize that the man is blocking me.“Wah yuh number before yuh lef enuh Sara,” he says.

“Please excuse me,” I say to him and he smirks.

“Yuh feisty like,” he chuckles. I hiss.

He grabs my arm as I step out and I hear Sash cursing expletives at him. “Weh yuh nuh shut up Sash?” he asks harshly. Oh, suh Sash know him... A scamma enuh.

“Let go my arm,” I say before I pull my hand. “Don’t touch me.”

And just before he could say anything else, someone pulls him out of the shop and of course, my eyes find a furious Nickoi.

“Bredda mi tell yuh say har man a badman enuh,” Sash says to him.

He gasps looking at Nickoi. “Prezi mi n-neva know a yuh woman,” he says like he’s apologizing. So pathetic. Think him would a bad up Nickoi especially when he is alone and him claim say him ‘have fi him strap’ too.

Nickoi looks at me. “Go in the car.” You heard daddy. I didn’t even realize he had his car there. I walk over to the car and get in the front and Sash gets in the back.

“Jesus the way how the car smell, yuh can see say him wash him car regula and dem thing deh,” Sash says to herself as she admires the car. “In ya smell like money. Look if him have nothing weh him nuh wah weh him throw dung in ya.”

I shake my head. “Nuh touch nothing Sash.” Upsetting.

Nickoi says something to Dave and he nods his head. I watch as he walks over to the car and gets in with a soft sigh. He doesn’t say anything.

“Mi buy pepper fi Mama,” I start as he reverse the car.

“Oh,” he simply says.

Oh, the girl in my head mocks.

“Nickoi what a way yuh car smell like a money,” Sash says to Nickoi and he chuckles.

We get back to the house and get out of the car. “Nickoi,” Mama says and I notice that mommy is inside too.

“Hey good evening,” Nickoi greets and I walk in behind him.

I smile as I give Mama the peppers. “Thanks Zara, she returns.

Nickoi walks into my room and close the door behind him. I didn’t bother to follow him inside. Instead, I stayed in the living room and watch a movie with mommy and Sash until Mama says it’s time for dinner. Shit, mi never member fi order the food.

I hiss, walking to my room. I pull the door and notice that Nickoi is sleeping.

He looks so handsome and perfectly tranquil.

I gaze at his lips until I’m conscious of how long I’ve been staring.

I’m so tempted to kiss them. I breathe and look away.

They’re just too tantalizing to be ignored.

I pick up my phone and order Chinese food for myself and Shrimp and avocado salad for Nickoi.

Mi feel like him will eat that. I look back at him and he’s still sleeping.

Must be really tired. I move closer, staring for a few seconds before I lean in with my small hands around his chin.

His beard ticking my cheek as I gently peck his soft, succulent lips.

I hop up on the bed after and open Instagram. I stroll through the app aimlessly, liking pictures of random baddies on my feed before I start looking for outfit inspo. When I feel like I’ve gotten enough, I repost a Justinlaboy quote then I hear Mama calling my name.

“Coming Mama,” I hop off the bed and Nickoi holds my waist, preventing me from moving.

I blush looking back at him. “Mi think you a sleep,” I smile.

He bites his lip. “Never a sleep.”

Uh—ohhh.

Instantly a sheepish smile finds my lips as I feel the heat crawling across my cheeks. “Sooo you–” I start. He chuckles.

“Yes mi know seh yuh kiss me.” I smile before I look down at his hand.

“Can I go for my soup please?”

“No,” he jokes. “Please who?” he licks his lip before trapping it between his teeth.

“Daddy,” I giggle.

“Zara!” Mama calls again and he loosens his grip.

I slide off the bed and walk out just in time to see Henry coming. Ugh! “Here,” Mama gives me the soup and I thank her. “Nickoi wah soup?” She asks and I shake my head no.

She looks at Henry. “Share yuh soup Henry,” Mama says and he walks over to the stove, helping himself. I sit around the table and start sipping the soup. Jesus, Just drink it man.

Henry sits around the dining table. “So Michelle, yuh go fi the barrel... wah in deh fi mi?” He asks. Him a try start an argument. I know this man like the back of my hand and it seems like he’ll never change his ways.

The man is so provoking and problematic. Wah him could a expect after all a wah him do mommy?

“Henry mi go a foreign go work like a slave fi mi mother and mi pitney and see she a turn woman now so anything in a the barrel a fi dem,” Mommy tells him as she drinks her soup.