Page 202 of Not My Type
What a thing if yuh guh get drunk and worst like how you a rookie yuh probably drunk already. I laugh at that thought. “This is my moment, I waited all my life I can tell it’s time,” I sing then Nickoi buries his head in my neck while standing behind me. I put my hand on my knees, whining and hear people cheering. I laugh out. The feeling is so good. Yuh hear har?
“Give har a song fi whine to,” a laughing Nickoi says. They put on Shake it to the Max. I twerk, hitting the beat. He hooks my hips, matching my movements, his Hennessy in his grip, one hand pressing in the small of my back. Mommy and my cousins doing the dance.
“Yow Nickoi?” Gutta approaches. “Wah show you a pree,” he says and Nickoi steps back. I pout. Seriously?
“Ah,” he moves from behind me and I watch as he walks out of the yard with his friend. I screw up my face.
“Mi neva’ know yuh could a whine so gyal,” Gavin laughs. I laugh too.
“Weh Sash?” I ask and he says she’s taking a call. I move a little and stumble and he grabs me.
“No mon a wah happ’m to yuh?” he asks. Like she drunk already.
“Nutt’n a mi foot twist,” I say and he looks down.
“You a one a them gyal deh weh wear heels and cya manage?” he laughs and I join him.
“Look so,” I continue to laugh. No why mi a laugh so much? Why mi nuh shut up?
“Yuh fi come cut the cake you and yuh lover so gwaan go call him,” Gavin says. I walk out of the front and he’s sitting on the trunk of his car talking to his friends.
“A nuh none a the man dem talk yuh member the bwoy weh did come pon the ne–” I call Nickoi, interrupting Gutta and they look at me startled. Wah kinda badness them a talk bout? Mi know fi sure a badness.
“Zara wah you come out here for?” Nickoi asks, jumping off the trunk. His friends are looking down. Like when a Pitney get ketch. Wah dem up to?
“Umm... we should cut the cake,” I speak slowly. He looks at his friends telling them that him soon ‘fawud’ before he walks away with me. He seems off.
As we walk inside I come to a halt. “Nickoi which man talk sup’m?” Lef it alone! Nuh tell me nutt’n. Watch ya?
Second time mi a hear Gutta wid sup’m like this.
“Weh yah talk bou?” he asks. Hear the liyad!
Zara calm down nuh. “Oh so you go lie?” I look up at him since he’s much taller than I am and he’s standing close to me.
“Lie bou wah?” he asks. Watch him a act like him nuh know wah mi a talk bout.
“Mi think you did pass this lying phase,” I hiss. Zara stop... cause yuh nuh sure wah dem did a talk bout, plus unuh in a public! Mi think a mi a did the crazy one now we switch roles.
I shake my legs narrowing my eyes at him. He grabs me. “Just calm down cause yuh nuh hear wah Gutta say good.”
“A nuh the man dem chat a the bwoy pon... and mi nuh get fi hear the rest a wah him did a say,” I repeat and his face gets blank.
“We can enjoy the party and talk bou this later?” I ignore his question. Him a run from this.
“Mi just tell yuh how much mi love you enuh and mi well aware seh you into badness enuh but you promise you would stay safe and when you a mek that promise mi mean you fi avoid violence. So please mek mi be wrong and wah you and yuh fren dem a talk bout a nuh badness?” I say like a question to him and he’s quiet.
“A nuh badness wi did a talk bout,” his voice now low.
“Nickoi if yuh eva’ a lie to me essi mi would a just lef yuh,” I snap and his face drops. I hiss loudly and head inside.
Jesus Zara! Everyone is gathered near the table waiting for us and I smile, putting that behind me. Stop being mean...
Mommy walks over to us. “Nickoi you alright?” he’s upset.
“Lucky,” I say under my breath. Stop nuh miss... a suh yuh sassy when yuh drunk?
“Everything Gov,” he tells her and I look at everyone with a smile, acting unbothered.
