Page 100 of Not My Type
“What’s his name?” her keyboards tapping.
“Nickoi Jacobs I heard that he was shot,” I say in a worried tone. She puts the phone down and start checking.
Mi know seh a serious thing this but, Nickoi is your boyfriend now, huh?
“Look for an Alrick Russell too because they were together,” Zanne chimes in and the receptionist nods.
As we wait, Zanne puts her arms around me, using her hands to rub me soothingly. The lady looks up and my heart rate gains momentum. Instantly, my anxiety skyrockets and I run my sweaty hands down my thighs.
Oh God... “Okay so Alrick Russell is in the ER and Nickoi-” I hear my name and turn around. Nickoi?
I stare at him before a smile appears on my face. I run to him, hugging the life out of him. I’m so happy he’s not hurt. Thank God mi huzzy alive!
He isn’t okay though, I can tell by the look on his face. “Nickoi what happened?” I ask when I pull away. His eyes are dark. He’s stressed
“Mi nuh know mi a go find out,” he retorts. Wah that mean? A wah him plan fi do?
“Wah happen to Rick?” Suzanne chimes in.
“Rick good mon a just Gina get shot yuh zi mi and him still in deh. Him nuh fi in deh though but yuh know how him unruly,” he says in a sad tone. Hope she’s alright.
“Which man dead?” I ask. I’m curious.
“Two strange man and one a mi G them,” he retorts. His eyes trail behind me and I turn around to follow his gaze. Nickoi’s big brother and his stout friend approaches us.
“Mr. Jacobs,” I look around when I hear a female voice.
“A you name Mr. Jacobs?” It’s a nurse.
“Come let me dress your wound,” she says and I look at Nickoi surprised.
He was shot and him out here like nothing nuh happen?
I give him a look and he breathes. “Just a graze me get,” he says answering my thoughts. Him a read mind now? Clearly.
“Where?” I ask and he rolls up his sleeve showing me his arm. It’s a small wound.
“Yow some boy a guh dead enuh... a wah dem wah do mek mi youth nuh have him mother?!” I look around. I guess he’s Rick.
He’s tall around 6’1 with shoulder length cornrow hair. His skin is like caramel and he dresses like a typical choppa. Brows knitting. Nickoi walks over to him. “Make it rest,” he simply says.
I know Nickoi and he’s up to something, his tone sounds like that night when he nearly killed Perry. All now yuh nuh pay Perry. That’s because mi nah see him.
Rick sighs sitting down. “She a come on now but she lose a whole lot of blood,” he says.
“Just a hear seh Jet drop out,” Nickoi tells him. Who name Jet?
He hisses. “Dawg this cut me up enuh. A swear,” Rick face palms himself and I look away. I feel so bad for him.
“Mr. Jacobs,” the nurse calls again and Nickoi hisses before he walks behind her. I watch them until they disappear. The way how him a act towards that graze I’m wondering if it’s his first time being shot. A graze Zara.
Mi nuh care I wouldn’t be so calm about it, even if it’s minor.
Nickoi used to them thing yer ... wi a medium fool, so shut up!
“She’ll be okay,” I say to Rick and he looks at me.
“Respect mon,” he says with a nod. He’s fine too.
