Page 192 of Not My Type
“So wah then?”
“Yuh right enuh... I’m shy and like fi know say mi do all of that make mi a wonder if a really me and then yuh next to me and it’s replaying in my head,” I admit. Jesus dem word deh just cringey to me.
“So how the flashbacks mek yuh feel?” he isn’t making this better.
“Laad Gad,” I sigh. “Yuh question dem sound easy but them hard fi answer enuh.”
“Eeeh?” he presses, this feels no different from a hot seat.
“It make me feel different and yes mi know you probably think mi fool or sup’m,” I say and feel his hand on mine.
“Neva’ that... you’re just a good girl weh have a dark side and mi like that. Shit, mi love that,” he smirks. “And mi know say a the heat of the moment mek yuh nuh feel shy yuh zimi? Mi did just wah hear yuh say it but mi see say yuh find it hard,” I breathe and stay silent. He pulls over, eyes on me.
God help yuh today.
“ How yuh silent so?” Nickoi questions and I shrug. “B c’mon now,” he says.
“Doh tell me yuh feel bad.”
Mi kinda feel shame to be honest.
“I don’t... mi just don’t know why mi affi be so shy,” I whine. Zara stop..
“Zara bill off a the foolishness cas we personality mek we unique so if yuh shy that’s just you and mi like yuh that way so nuh gwaan like yuh wish yuh did stay like yuh cousin.”
It’s the reassurance for me.
“And mi nah bash har either cas the world still need people like her. Imagine say a just chill people in a the world, weh take everything serious. Where would we get entertainment? The whole world wouldn’t depressed and bored?” his eyes are set on me.
I laugh softly, the weight of my doubts easing just a little. I lean over on his arm that’s resting on the armrest, slipping my hand through the space so I can feel closer to him. “Thanks,” I whisper, my eyes fixed on his dimples. He meets my gaze, steady and warm, and just like that, the noise in my head fades.
“Yah man,” he says before he starts driving again.
“So you a wear makeup?” he rasps.
“Yes mi a go call Sash makeup artist,” I tell him and he doesn’t look interested. “Dem say she bad,” I add, hoping that it’ll raise his interest. Still nuttn...
“Mi a go get somebody,” he says firmly. “A guh get a professional, a yuh face that enuh b... the fuss thing people see.”
I laugh. “And yuh nuh wah see no duppy.” Mi know the woman would a dweet good cas mi see she do Sash face before.
“No... and you could a wear yuh face natural enuh cas yuh pretty,” he’s making me blush.
“I am huh?” I like when he randomly compliments me even when I hear him say it before.
“Very... nah lie a it catch me first then yuh personality,” he huskily says. Periodd..
“So wah yah say you nuh wah no ugly girlfriend?” I ask with a laugh and he shakes his head no.
“No sah,” he laughs and I laugh too.
When we reach the house my mother and grandma give me a bear hug. “Laad Jesus watch mi baby!” Mama pinches my cheek. All har mind think mi a baby enuh..
I spot Henry sitting on the veranda and he looks down at his banger phone. Crawsis. I ignore him and walk in. “Call Clova cas yuh hair affi do from today,” Nickoi isn’t letting up.
“Okay baby... so where you going?” I walk over to him. Since mi live with him it feels so painful, like part o’ mi missing.
I know... you attached to him.
