Page 83 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

Zara

The dismissal bell rings and I walk out and spot Jordane on the corridor with his friend but I can’t see his friend’s face because he covers it with a black kerchief. Just like a cruff.

“Hey Ms. Williams,” Jordane smiles at me and I stop walking.

“Hey Jordane, you a behave yourself now?” I ask him. Watch him a smile.

“Yea,” he avoids my stare.

“Okay mek sure enuh,” I say to him before I walk down the stairs. My phone rings and it’s my professor, surprising me.

“Hello?” I say as soon as I slide the screen.

“Good Afternoon Ms. Williams, how are you today?” she questions.

“I’m good, thanks. How about you?” I’m inching toward the gate.

“You know I’m doing fine. I’m just calling to let you know that starting tomorrow you’ll come back to school cause you’ve completed your practicum,” Thank Goddd!

“Okay miss,” I can’t wait to tell Mommy this, and Mama too of course.

“And I already spoke to Mrs. Adams,” she adds. “So you don’t have to worry about telling them. You’ll be preparing for your final exams that will be starting November 6.” I freeze. What!?

She must’ve realized that I was startled because she starts apologizing. “I’m sorry for the short notice but we are really running out of time and we want to get this over with before it’s time for the Graduation December 4th,” she says. Jesus woman and har bombshells them.

“I understand,” I lie.

Mi nuh understand how them know wi phone number and wi socials and dem nuh text we and mek we know fi prepare for final exams which is basically three days from now.

Jesus mi cya bother. The Graduation is not so bad because I’ll have enough time to prepare but the exams just sudden so!

? A final exam enuh a nuh no regular exam. Pftttt.

“Okay see you tomorrow at 7,” she hangs up. Mi nuh think mi ever upset so in a while. When I get outside I spot Nickoi’s car and climb in.

“Evening,” I greet, noticing his silence.

“Yuh never say evening just so,” Nickoi speculates. “Mi know sup’m do yuh... talk to me.”

“Today is Tuesday and my professor a tell me say mi have final exam November 6 basically a Friday enuh... just three days from now,” I complain.

“Really?” his brow furrows.

“And this is not just ANY exam I have to get certain passes,” I whine.

“B you can do this mon,” Nickoi assures me. Mi love the way how Nickoi supportive...but him nah be realistic right now.

“Mi only have til Friday fi prepare and that nuh enough,” I pout.

“And yuh have me B,” his words sweet, making me smile.

“Mi o’ help yuh prepare fi it.”

Awwww. My smile grows. “You?” my eyes pop wide. His chuckle fills the car.

“Wah yuh do, think mi cya dweet?” he asks, focusing on the road.

“Mi never say that... you just don’t strike me as someone who would want to study with me,” I admit.

“Wah mi strike yuh as?” he raises his brows and shifts his attention back to the road.

“It’s like.. which bad man a go wah help them girlfriend prepare fi exam?” I ask and he smiles. He face palms himself.

“Yuh different enuh Zara,” he chuckles. “It nuh have nutt’n fi do wid bad man... we in this together enuh so if yuh fall short mi a go be there fi you, yuh zimi,” his words soothing.

“I love you,” I snuggle into him and inhale his Creed.

“I love you more,” he says and I start blushing again. Mi a the only person know this normal side of Nickoi.

Me know it too, my subconscious chimes in.

“No me love you more,” I start and he shakes his head.

“Mi love yuh more,” Nickoi insists and we continue to go back on forth about who loves who more. Nickoi got tired of me after a while and I ended with the last words.

“A so it fi go... me get the last words,” I smile and he hiss playfully.

After a while of driving we turn on our street and spot a police car at our gate, surprising me. I look over at Nickoi and he seems calm.

“Stay in the car,” he instructs before he gets out. I watch intently as he walks over to the female officer.

NICKOI

“Well, well, well... look who’s here,” she smirks and I stare at her, not saying a word.

“Yuh just stop call me and move on to a next girl a suh you do things?” She asks and I know it’s because she spots Zara in the car.

“Karlisa,” I simply say. “Wah yuh want?”

“Just wanted to talk to you about a shooting that happened in Portmore and you were there,” she narrows her eyes. Mi nuh know if she think she a intimidate me enuh.

“You were there with your friend when a bus load of men attacked you and your friend,” she smiles at me. She a try hard eeeh.

“And they didn’t get to hurt you or your friend but they did manage to kill his girlfriend... right?” She asks. I ignore her.

Like yuh affi go call yuh lawyer Nickoi.

“What I’m trying to say is that you probably saw who did it and knowing you, you’re going to clap back and attack them.

The men who died were apart of Carlos’ gang and he’s missing too along with his securities and his son around the same time.

So I want to know if there is anything you would like to tell me as it relates to this? ” I stare at her.

“Nickoi stop playing smart with me,” she smiles. I don’t say anything.

“You don’t know anything about this?” she presses. I finally say something.

“Mi a go call mi lawyer.”

“Nickoi all you need t—” I interrupt her.

“Mi go wah yuh leave,” I say dismissing her and she stares at me. “Now.”

Her eyes back on Zara, then it falls to my pants. “Always have a new ooman... I mean, it’s addic...tin’. I get it,” I stay quiet. She walks backwards, with a teasing stare and mouths. “I miss it.” She gets in the Jeep and pulls off.

When I get back in my car, I park in the garage and Zara stares at me quietly but doesn’t say anything. Just a member seh she a try give me space but the look on her face tells me that she’s worried and upset at the same time.

“Everything good,” I break the silence. “A nuh nutt’n major.”

“Which ooman yuh never f... yet?” she gets out and slams the door. I run my hand down my face. Jah Jah. Mi o’ affi fren har up later.

She goes upstairs and I decide to call my lawyer. This man a from mi father days enuh.... and now he’s my lawyer. Like father like son.

“Hello Mr. Jacobs,” he answers.

After talking with Mr. Blair, I walk into the room and find Zara studying. I look at her and she looks tired, reading through her notes. My eyes scan the bed and it’s decorated with papers and books. Jah Jah.

“Mami you affi rest enuh,” I say and she look up at me, staring blankly.

“Mi know but mi also doh wah fail, Community Dick,” the moment she says that I start laughing.

“Yah judge me by mi past,” I sit next to her. “Mi doh like that.”

She breathes out then shrug. “I’m sorry,” it’s dry. “But it hurts fi know say every ooman know wah me feel and experience wah mi a get and you basically have me after only one body.”

He sings a lyrics in response. “Mi get mi first girl when I was around 12.”

“The song said 10..”she points out.

“Yah... I mean 10. Point is, we anuh the same, the lyrics dem, a dem kinda lifestyle deh me get, cause a this life choose me. So while mi get yuh point, mi cyaa erase mi pass, me can only control now,” I say coldly. Never in my life did I expect to explain my whoring ways.

“Yuh past... seem deep... but yuh always nuh wah tell me,” she meets my gaze.

I breathe out. “Mi past hurt.”

“And I don’t deserve to know what hurt you? Yuh shut me out if I ask about your dad, and if it has anything to do with your childhood, mi barely even know you,” her eyes piercing through me.

She’s making me feel exposed, I start giving her the silent treatment–Coping mechanism. She gets the point and start studying. Her brows pulling together.

“Yuh nah fail,” I say looking at the papers and an idea comes to me. “Kno’ mi behave dunce, but mi get 16 subjects so mi know’ things here and there weh mi can help yuh with.”

“16 wah?” I chuckle, step into my office, grab the picture frame, and stride toward her. Her lips part slightly.

“Fifteen onesss?” her eyes go wide. “Damn...” then she giggles at the English Literature. “But my subject was like hold on, wul on pan a two.”

“Yah mi neva’ 3 like English Literature, but mi good with words though,” I smirk. She keeps staring, impressed. Her cheeks high as she blushes, then she purses her lips.

“Yuh make me look dunceeee,” she hides her face. “One inna Maths? Youu?” her eyes drops to the gun in my waist. “Youuuu?!”

She reaches for her phone and take a picture of my results then add it to her favorites. “Like mi literally just fall in love with yuh a little more just now.”

“Yuh love brite man?” I bite my lip. We have sup’m in common. She a brain box, mi love har fi that alone. Everything else is a plus.

“Mi could a tell yuh brite enuhh,” she keeps going on. “Wah else me nuh know bout you? Cause yuh full a surprises.” Mi have asthma. Mi a big man and still cya breathe good. That y’ still.

“That’s all,” I lie. I don’t share my weaknesses. Could a love yuh some more, that a between, me, God and the doctor dem. Not even mommy nuh know, cause I wasn’t born with it. I developed it in high school, and at that time, in my head I was already a big man.

“Ready fi get yuh A+?” I smirk. She nods.

I murmur, pulling her hand gently. She hops off the bed without hesitation, settling onto my lap.

I start massaging her back, watching as a soft smile tugs at her lips.

Her eyes flutter shut, and I can tell she’s enjoying every second of it.

The warmth of her smile sends a rush through me, and she gives me that playful look, that little glint in her eye.

My bottom lip catches between my teeth, barely able to resist.

Fifteen minutes later, I shift back to the questions as she warms up the food I ordered. She wanted chicken and chips... luckily for me, I know the plug to get it, especially this late. And every weh lock. She isn’t as bored again and she nuh look tired either as she studies.

“This is actually working,” she smiles.

“Mi know because mi usually all over the place so mi use to study anywhere or simply memorize wah mi learn cause mi a neva’ really one fi write notes.

Mi know seh studying one place gets boring, so take breaks and study while doing other things,” I tell her and she smiles.

As she eats her chicken and animal style fries I ask her questions and she answers them.

“Wi done that topic already?” She gasps. “Yah.”

“Babe, you’re a genius,” she grins, and we dive back into studying.

Two hours later, she’s memorising her notes, ready for me to quiz her. I take a slow drag from my spliff, watching her with my legs rocking, a habit I can’t shake. My eyes move down, tracing the smooth line of her thighs, then her curvy hips, before they slowly make their way up. Jah know.

I bite down on my lip, my eyes locked on her perfect cleavage—so round, so firm. My gaze drops to my shorts, feeling the pressure building. She’s sitting across from me on the sofa, and as if sensing my stare, she looks up, meeting my eyes.

“Nickoi if you continue to look at me like that mi a go... never mind,” she blushes and I laugh.

“Say it nuh,” I tilt my head back, my voice low.

She holds up the paper and starts reading aloud.

I smile, biting down on my lip, my legs still rocking as I watch her.

I glance at the clock—it’s 1:30 in the morning by the time we hit her target.

She hands me the paper before falling back into the sofa, curling up comfortably.

I tuck the spliff between my lips, then slide my arm under her legs and back, lifting her effortlessly.

I carry her to the room, gently tucking her under the sheets.

She reaches for me and I know she wants me next to her.

I get in and she shifts closer, her ass pressing against my erection .