Page 118 of Not My Type
I look at Gavin. “Yuh alright?” he inquires and I nod.
“Weh yuh girlfriend?” I ask and get a weird look in return.
“How yuh know?” he narrows his eyes.
“Yuh post,” I say.
“Oh she deh a work... yuh eat yet?”
“She nuh muss get sup’m fi eat if she hungry?” Eva says with an attitude.
“A mi best friend this enuh mi affi care fi har,” Gavin tells her.
“Mi nuh eat yet,” I say.
“Oh them still outside a cook... soup ready though,” he says.
“Alright,” I walk back out.
“Weh yah go?” he asks.
“Mi a go look fi Nickoi,” I close the door behind me and run into Uncle Rohan on my way out.
“Wah you a do now Zara?” Uncle Rohan asks. He’s carrying food boxes and I take up a few, helping him.
“Will be teaching soon... the teaching practicum soon done,” I tell him.
“Eeeh! Bwoy yuh mek mi proud... when is the graduation?” he puts down the boxes and takes out his wallet.
“Work kind a slow but this a yours... buy a drinks or sup’m,” he gives me $5000.
I smile. “Thank you... and I’m not exactly sure when but I’ll let you know,” I tell him and he nods.
“Arite Arite,” he smiles and walks away.
I always respect uncle Rohan because he’s so different. He’s Gavin and Sash’s dad and Mama’s only son, also mommy’s only brother. Zara? We get itttttttttttttt!
I walk outside vibing to the old school music playing, when someone walks over to me. “See you and couldn’t believe a you mi a see.”
“Timoy come out a mi face,” I say dryly.
We grew up together here and started dating last summer when we met up in town. Only for a week or so because he was a joke. Bigger joke than Malik. Neva mek no sense.
“Mi miss yuh enuh,” and never once call me. Yeah right.
“Cause you see me doing better?” I ask pointedly. He’s silent. I get up and walk away. “Thought so.”
“Wait nuh,” he calls and I drown him out.
I hiss. Him just grieve mi spirit.
When I get to the front, I spot Eva talking with Nickoi and my anger flares. No no no. I had this with her before. When I was just dating Timoy, I searched his phone and saw her messages with him. The gyal go look him. Timoy never really mean nothing to me anyways, but Nickoi? Yup. I don’t play about this one!
“Nickoi,” I say from behind, snaking my arms around his torso.
“What flavor that one be?” she asks with her eyes on his vape.
I’m sure she doesn’t actually care about the flavor of the vape. Sneaky lil bitch! She probably just heard he’s my boyfriend and wants to snatch yet another one from me. This is hilarious.
