Page 175 of Not My Type
“It was so hot, a long time mi nuh feel dem pain deh,” I say with my index rubbing it gently.
“How yuh mean a long time yuh nuh feel dem pain deh?” Nickoi asks cheekily, his grin widening. I glance at him, and the look on his face says it all.
“Yuh been a feel them pain deh enuh b,” he smirks and I slap my hand over my mouth, laughing. This man.
“Shhh,” I blush, looking back at Stacy. She’s laughing too, making me blush more.
“No sah Nickoi!” she exclaims, leaning on the wall. “Yah really Wayne nephew.”
Nickoi smirks, catching on that we’re onto him. His eyes burn through me, a lustful gaze that makes my skin prickle. He chuckles, shaking his car keys like it’s some sort of game. It feels like he’s undressing me with his stare. Jeez.
I look away ready to change the topic. “It looks exactly how I envisioned it.”
My eyes are set on the wall mirror. “Thanks again Stacy.”
“My pleasure mi gyal,” she says then the door pulls and Wayne pokes his head inside.
“Mi just mention yuh enuh... a yuh name yuh hear?” Stacy ask him.
He shakes his head, looking at me. “Nosah true mi done with the client and a Nickoi time—so she get her sternum tattoo?” he quickly averts to me.
“Yes, it look good nuh true?” Stacy asks and he nods, stepping closer.
“Yeah mon it look real good!” he raves and Nickoi gets up.
“Ready,” he walks out, his tone cold.
His tone confirms his disproval of the way his Uncle had his eyes on me. I exit the room after a while, and finally post the pictures I took with Zanne in my highlights.
Nickoi is sitting on the chair with his legs stretched out, dark brown eyes fixed on his phone as Wayne finishes the tattoo on his arm. How him so good with pain? I felt like I was going to pass out with just a small tattoo. It’s surreal how he’s immune to pain. He isn’t even flinching. Nickoi is just sitting down unbothered, scrolling through his phone while his uncle moves the needle through his skin. His tattoo is much bigger. Imagine. This only confirms that I’m really a cry baby.
Everybody knows you’re a cry baby, Zara.
“You want water?” I ask him when my mind runs on the Fiji water that I have in my bag.
He shakes his head. “No sah,” his eyes still in his phone.
Sitting on the sofa, I check my class group and realize that the teaching practicum will be over by the end of this month. After that, I’ll have to go back to St. Joseph’s Teacher’s College for my final exam, then it’s the best for last, my graduation. Damn, this feels too good to be true. I’m so proud of myself.
After reading the messages in the group, I look back at Nickoi, and his uncle is applying a product to his skin. Him nuh tell Nickoi nuhn, so mi guess him already know wah fi do. I watch as he pays his uncle before telling Stacy that he’s leaving. I wave with a smile and walk out behind him.
When we’re in the Audi I notice that he’s making a call. I put on the seatbelt and he starts the car, pulling off.
“Yow?... Ya hear me?” he asks and I look at the tattoo. I can’t believe I have one. Mi wonder if mommy dem a go like this. Hopefully they do.
The call connects to the car and of course I start listening. “Mi a hear yuh mi Genna,” the person says. My eyes are watching the outside but my ears are very much active as he speaks on the phone.
Youu? Fass bad, my subconscious laughs. Tell mi sup’m I don’t know.
“So yah say mi can fawud fi it later?” Nickoi asks. Come fi what? Too fass!
“Yes cause from the time yuh carry it mi did maths it up fi yuh, so you can get it mi G,” the man says.
“Ah mi o’ make mi bredda fawud fi it later,” he tells the person then hangs up.
“Pick up what?” I ask and he glance at me.
“The Benz,” he retorts and I immediately remember the incident with him and Timoy.
