Page 108 of Not My Type
The caption reads: Pretty Mami’ eva’ in a har likkle mood. Pretty Mami? Okay... that’s cute.
When did he do this? I blush. Him a post me now? Yuh nuh see?
I react with heart eyes and hear Clova saying. “A affi your man a text yuh mek you a smile so.”
“Him yes,” my cheeks warm.
Sash giggles. “Cute nuh brute!”
“Mi hungry,” Clova yawns. “Zara yuh can go buy sup’m fi we eat? Like some patty since it cross the road?”
“Alright,” I pick up my purse and walk over to her. Clova gives me five grand.
“Buy patty fi everybody, on me unuh ever a support me.”
“Wah kinda patty?” I drop the cash in my purse.
“Cheese patty,” they say in unison. I mean, it had to be.
I push the door, now drowning in the sun, I miss the air conditioner already. I make my way over to Tastees. Thank God the place never pack because I’m in no mood to stand in this poorly ventilated place.
Within minutes I’m served. “Thanks,” I mutter, pick up the bag and walk out. I quickly cross the road and smile at the guy who gave me an oblige.
“See har deh,” I hear and I turn around. See who deh?
Two girls are looking at me from across the road, one of them is a slim brown girl that I’ve seen once or twice in treez and the other one looks so much like ... Talia?! Raatid.
Our eyes connect and she starts walking across the road to... me? Ooop. I shake my head waiting to see if she’s really coming to me or I’m mistaken. She approaches me in rage.
“Y’een even all that?!” her cold eyes scanning me from head to toe. A wah this?!
Though her voice isn’t pleasant I flash her a beautiful smile. “My man calls me Pretty Mami so... I guess to him, I’m all that.” Hope that hurts. Her eyes raging.
She nuh see say a she alone a kill up harself?
“Bitch! Is your name Zara or what? I just wanna know that I’m getting the right bitch,” her face growing red. Her friend stares me down. I don’t answer.
“You know Nickoi?” I face Talia when she asks that. So this is what it’s about huh? Still, I don’t respond. Cause wah this gyal feel like?
“I just asked you a question and I expect an answer!” she steps closer. I step back. I don’t like drama and mi nuh waah fight over nuh man.
So mek the gyal and har fren beat yuh den. A self defenseeee!
People are now looking. “No you naah go talk to me so, else we not going to talk at all,” I say coldly. She scoffs.
“Okay Miss pretty bitch. I’ve been hearing about you and I found your ass now huh!?”
“Mi neva’ a hide,” I say cooly.
I don’t have time for this shit. Sometimes you cya avoid problem. I hiss my teeth and walk away ignoring her. Mi refuseeeee fi fight with a gyal over a man. Worstttt the man nuh inna sight, yuh crazy? Mi mad how you a walk way..
“Wah yuh do, fraid a the gyal?” I hear Bingy asking. I ignore him. He’s a taxi man. Chro.
As I made my way up the first step, she grabs me turning me around before she grabs my blouse. My anger flares. I drop my bag and push her and she stumbles. She gets up quickly and starts hitting me constantly. I step back, blocking her wild swings.
“Bitch!” She screams still swinging.
I’ve had enough. I give her a hard kick sending her crashing onto her back. I don’t wait for her to get up. No hesitation—I pounce, fists hammering her face. Yes man!
