Page 182 of Not My Type
“Yes?” I smile.
“Hey yuh nuh affi do too much fi she smile off har face enuh,” Sash looks up at him and say with a laugh.
“So it fi go mon,” he smirks. “Fawud when yuh tek the picture,” his eyes on me.
Sash starts taking my picture again, and I strike a few more poses. When I’m done, she gets back in the pool, and I walk all the way up to Nickoi. By the time I reach him, I’m out of breath and tired. My eyes find his, but he doesn’t say anything.
“Stinka?” I tease and he looks at me annoyed.
“Zara stop that shit,” his glare making me laugh.
“There’s a delivery man here!” The security says, grabbing our attention.
“Oh arite mi did order food so collect it and give him this fi me,” I hear Sash saying as I stare at Nickoi. “Mi know yuh hate the name,” I continue. “But mi just wah bother you.”
NICKOI
After hearing that a detective went to Keno’s house asking him questions about the Constant Spring shooting mi vibes bruck cas mi know say a affi smaddy tip them off. And look how we do everything clean. Someone just had to mess that up huh?
Jah. No detective shouldn’t just show up at my friend’s house because we didn’t leave any loose ends for them to track back to us. And if they went to Keno then chances are they’re coming to me next. Mi just cya understand a who would a talk... mi know a affi smaddy weh close to me. I let out a sigh. Dem claim say dem just a ask people bout the incident. But why so close to wi? Something affi wrong. Member say whatever done in the dark go come to light enuh.
Real meds dat but Jah Jah. I notice that Zara is on to me though. Just by the way she’s looking at me so I’m just going to put it behind me for now and try to make things run off smooth. Yuh know seh Zara is a detective harself. No joke.
With a smirk playing on my lips, I watch her explaining why she thinks I should accept her Uncle Sam nickname. Dem Yankee style deh must stay a foreign.
“Come yer,” I say, biting my lip as my eyes trail over her body.
Why har cousin affi deh yah now? “I’m wet,” she says pointing at her swimsuit and my eyes drop to her piercing then to the small droplets of water trickling down her thighs, picturing something else.
My eyes then move back to her gorgeous face. “So?... sit down beside me,” I insist and she sits. I put my arm around her and pull her closer to me. “A plastic chair a nuh like you a wet it up.”
She laughs. “Yuh just lef me gone so!” Sash calls out.
“Soon come back mon,” she retorts. I take out my vape before I puff a few times and catch her staring.
“Yuh want it?” I ask and she bobs her head. I give her and she starts vaping. I look away from her because I don’t want to act on how I’m feeling with her cousin here.
“I was gonna send you the picture to cheer you up since you did look upset,” she says.
Eeeh? Good thing she nuh send it, my subconscious smirks.
“Babe yuh hear me?” she asks, her dark brown eyes seemingly studying my impassive ones. Baby girl, there’s nothing there to see.
I’ve already mastered how to hide my emotions. “Mi nuh hear wah yuh seh,” I say to her.
“Mi a say wah you a go eat cause the stuff that she buy a nuh vegan or pescatarian,” she tells me. The way how she care bout me. I smile to myself.
“Mi have vegetable salad, I was eating it earlier,” I tell her and she smiles.
I find myself staring at her tattoo. Then, to her cleavage before dirty thoughts starts brewing in my head. Again. She smiles and pulls on the vape again exhaling it like a bad bitch. My bad bitch.
“Mi show mommy,” she says, talking about the tattoo. Mi d’evu a meds that. She’s so innocent and she d’evu have an idea wah she a do.
She takes up my phone and start making a video before she blows the smoke in the video. Zara man... mi a try behave miself enuh.
“Wah yah think?”she laughs.
Yuh nuh wah know. “Nutt’n,” I simply say and she looks back at her cousin calling her.
