Page 12 of Not My Type
Now I’m seeing her again. Maybe it’s a sign. It has to be and as much as I’m raging that I didn’t get to kill him— maybe it’s for the best. I feel like if I acted off impulse tonight, I’d worsen my chance of getting her. Desso yuh gone mi Boss?
“Which part yaw reach mi killa?” Scar asks the moment he pulls off the Rover.
“Johns Road.”
I get to the house and sigh when Lorie hugs me. “Baby, you look upset,” she mumbles as she wraps her arms around me.
“Mi good,” I groan. She steps away when mommy approaches us. “You alright?” I hate how everyone is asking me the same thing over and over. Mi good! I walk to my room and plop down in my bed, his portrait across from me is the first thing my eyes land on.
My phone vibrates from the nightstand, I reach for it, squinting my eyes to see that I’m tagged in a post. I click it, and Talia pops up showing off the eight new Bridget sandals I got her. She took the video earlier, swinging the black shopping bags, I spot my arm as I walked next to her. She feel she slick?
“Si tu hombre no te está malcriando, ¿qué haces hermana? Él salió adelante con estas Bridgets... I love papi downnnnn,” her mexican accent thick.
(If your man ain’t spoiling you, what you doin’ sis? He came through with these Bridgets... I love papi downnnnn.)
I press the power button and hug my pillow. Then she comes back to me. Her eyes, how entrancing they were, the fear when I held up thegu— Jah know. Yow, I don’t know what it is but something about that girl intrigues me. Swear youthhh... mi sound like a clown.
“Wah you a think bout?” Jordane walks in. He’s the only person who can pop in my room unannounced, without being shot dead or something. The bed dips as he sits down.
“Mi seet enuh Nick,” he starts.
“Mi nuh find Trevor,” I hiss.
“Yeah, mi know that, and you go after him father, how that go?” his voice curious. A sigh leaves my lips. I’m getting annoyed but it’s Jordane—he’s an exception.
“That nuh go good either,” my voice dry. I can’t help it. Once I’m annoyed, you’ll know. I can’t pretend. Mi nuh honest though. As a choppa.
“How comes?”
“Yah work wid eh feds dem now?” It comes out harsh. He chuckles causing me to join him. “Mi go fi kill him cause the bwoy Trevor want a reminder a who him a ramp wid, but him get lucky when...” I pause.
“When what?” he’s curious. Usually, nothing stops me—and I mean nothing. Once yuh violate a just dirt right away... and he knows that.
“Mi see the girl,” I admit. His eyes gleams. It’s the glint he has whenever him hear say a ‘ooman’ a the topic. We a really brothers.
“Who that? Dawg look how much girl we talk bout daily,” he has a point.
“The teacher,” he laughs once I say that.
“Jah know?” his eyes sprouts open. Clearly enjoying this too much.
“Yah... ” I trail off thinking back about our short encounter. I’m eager to have more with her. Mi want have a conversation with her. I’m Sapiosexual. I want to see if she’s smart. Sex is my love language, and I’m a proud sex addict. But still, there’s nothing to me like an intelligent woman.
“She was in the car,” I finally continue. “Neva 3 want she see that.”
“Fi real,” he agrees, his eyes narrowing at me. “But since when yuh care wah people see?” I smile to myself only for the voice in my head to say,
‘Naah lie, yaw smile a lot.’
“It would affect mi opportunity mon,” I smirk.
“Mine enuh!” he chuckles. Bwoy Jor nuh easy enuh. “Me a go get her number fi yuh,” his grin mischievous.
“Cya go ask like the bwoy Mark though.”
“Mi have har number already,” my words, too smooth.
“How dawggg!?” his brows raised as he springs up. My chuckle fills the room.
