Page 140 of Not My Type
“Zara stop,” Mama chimes in. I raise up off his arm and move over a little but he holds my wrist, stopping me. I glare at him.
He face palms himself. “Mi nuh eat none a dem thing deh as in meat,” he tells me and I stare at him, shocked. See seh yuh love jump to conclusion. Wow, do I really know him?
Yes Zara yuh just never know this cause it never come up. Simple.
How me fi nuh pick up that? Mi should a at least ask him. I remember when I offered him KFC and he refused to take it... So this is the reason. Mi did think him did a judge me too. But look how me love meat. If we live together in the future a wah mi affi go deh do, steam veggies? Fi the rest a mi life? Mad gyal shut up yuh mouth. You can still eat yuh meat while him eat him vegetables.
“Wow... that shock me,” I tell him, coming back to reality. “So you just eat steam veggies, where’s the fun in that Nickoi?” I ask in a sad tone. “Nickoi you a miss out when you’re being a vegetarian no offense,” I add.
He shakes his head. “No enuh mi a nuh vegetarian me a pescatarian and I find more fun a eat seafood and vegetables,” he says and I gasp.
“Ohh so only fish and greens yuh eat?” I ask him.Yes Zara, him just just say it.
He shakes his head now confusing me. “Mi only eat swim around,” he jokes and I smack him. I move back closer to him, putting back his arms around me.
“But good to know that,” I smile at him. “So what’s your diet like? Like wah you favorite stuff to eat?” I ask.
Nickoi intrigues me. Nah lie. Like who nowadays live off a seafood when some of the fish over $1000 fi a pound. Plus some fish even more expensive. Who can do that everyday? Nickoi.
“So it nuh expensive fi be a pescatarian?” I ask and my mom calls me.
“Coming,” I say still waiting for Nickoi’s answer.
“Yea sup’m like that,” he says.
“So you want me to order something fishly— no, I mean swim around-ly and greenly for you?” I tease with a smile.
His smile grows. “B shut up,” Nickoi laughs and I join him.
“Zara!” Mommy calls again.
“I’m coming,” I say, still looking at Nickoi. “Okay but fi real, yuh wah mi order something for you?”
“Mi have a fish burger in my car,” he tells me.
“Zara yuh cya lef the bwoy fi a second eeeh,” is Gavin’s remark.
“Mi notice seh she glued to him,” Sash jokes.
Oh shut up chatterbox. Mi nuh know why but Sash sound a way.
Grudgeful, mek mi sayt fi yuh!
I sigh and walk into the kitchen and mommy hands me the food. “Thanks,” I say putting it in the microwave.
Mommy looks at me. “A wah yuh nuh ready fi eat?”
“I’m gonna get something to drink on the road,” I just remembered that I ran out of juice.
“Weh the shop deh?” Nickoi asks.
Mi nuh wah bother him. “It’s okay a long time mi nuh go a shop,” I say walking out and Mama gasps, grabbing our attention.
“Tun up the TV deh!” She exclaims and Gavin quickly turns up the volume.
I walk back inside when I hear the journalist saying that there was a shoot out in Constant Spring. Laad Gad! Everyday a dem foolishness yah.
“... Chaos on Constant Spring Rd on Friday close to midday as gun men engaged in a gun fight with a security team from Pérez Club which ended with 1 female and 12 men dead and one man missing known as Carlos Pérez, a Mexican businessman who resides in Kingston..” I stare.
