Page 107 of Not My Type
“Portland them mussy go have bus weh you haffi pay thouz’n dalla,” she tells me.
“Ohh,” I say. They didn’t even tell me this.
“Mi affi go do mi hair today enuh,” she tells me and I open the bag with the money and hand it to her.
“Thanks cuz... so yah come with me?” I nod.
“Ohh cause mi want you come!” she’s overly excited.
“Alright mi affi get ready though,” I tell her.
“Clova expensive?” is her next question.
I shake my head. “No sah.”
“She probably all booked today mi affi go call her,” I tell her.
Clova is one of the best, if not the best. So she eva’ fulllllllllllll!
“Call har deh,” Sash says.
I dial her number, she picks up on the first ring.
“Zara baby?”
“Wah’m Clova? Yuh nuh booked out today?” I inquire. My eyes on Sash as she walks over to me, listening to the conversation. Clova tells me that she’s almost done with her last client but she’ll do Sash’s hair since she knows us.
“Alright Clova, wi soon come.”
“Okay baby,” she hangs up.
My eyes on Sash. “She a guh do it fi yuh but we affi go up deh now so mi a go hurry and bathe,” I make it to the bathroom.
I shower, dry my body and walk into my room. Sash’s eyes are glued to her phone. I step out in a Fashion Nova blouse and a denim paired with my favorite transparent slides.
Slippers yawns my subconscious teases. A mine.
I quickly straighten my hair, sprits on flower bomb and pick up my phone and my black Saint Laurent purse.
She smiles. “Bwoy yuh just nice in a the place so and a put on weight.”
I laugh. “Thank you... yuh ready?” she gets up.
“Yes lady,” she walks out with me. Fifteen minutes later and we’re at the shop. Sash pulls the door and we walk in.
Clova smiles. “Watch nice hair and pretty face!” Like mi look pretty today mon. Yuh always pretty ma’am.
“Thanks,” I smile sweetly.
“All a unuh pretty cas this ya browning yer pretty too,”Clova’s eyes on Sash.
“Donkey neva’ bite weeee,” Sash makes the period gesture and we laugh out, then we settle in.
An hour rolls by quickly. Clova is in the middle of Sash’s wig, my eyes on the LMN movie.“Watch har inna the show,” Clova laughs.
“All when it predictable mi still a watch it,” I giggle then my eyes fall to my phone.
I open Instagram. One minute I’m double tapping Gavin’s post of him with a brown girl. Next minute, I’m flipping through Instagram stories. I pause on Nickoi’s. It’s a small clip of me. In the video I’m leaning on the car window staring outside with an attitude.
