Page 206 of Not My Type
“Yuh nuh member nutt’n?”
“Did we?” I grin, even though I totally know what went down. I mean, Miss Ma’am was definitely busy last night!
“Wah?” I have a feeling he’s playing with me.
“We have sex?” I ask him. He shakes his head no confusing me.
“No sah,” he looks away.
“But mi feel sore,” I let out an uncertain giggle. Am I delusional or was I dreaming?
“A joke man,” then he sings, “Zara bad like gyal inna bluez,” and I burst out laughing.
A wah mi gwaan wid? “Mi nuh member nutt’n,” I whine.
“Cause yuh did frass,” he says, his gaze burning into me. I look away, trying to find something to wear because his stare is way too much to handle.
“Mi embarrass miself?” I ask, turning my back to him while I grab a pink two-piece.
When I turn back around, I squint at Nickoi, who looks a bit down, fidgeting with his keys. He was just all smiles. “A wah?” I say, echoing my confusion.
“Yuh never embarrass yuhself,” he reassures me. Mi know sup’m else a bother him. But why and why now? All of a sudden so?
“Yuh just get vex outta nowhere, a wah?” I pry, and he shakes his head with this strange smile. Even though he’s smiling, I can tell he’s bothered. Laad Jesus.
“Yuh seh sup’m to me last night weh mi neva like,” he finally drops the bomb.
“Mi did drunk Nickoi,” I defend. Mi nuh have a clue wah mi say to him last night enuh.
“Mi father always seh when people drunk a them real self that enuh. So yuh see the things dem weh dem would a hide when them sober them talk it out when them in a da state deh,” he says in an unfamiliar tone, staring at me. He sounds hurt. A wah mi really seh to this man.
“What did I say Nickoi?” I ask slowly.
He gets up. “Lowe that.”
“Please tell me nuh,” I beg him and he hisses.
“Zara wah mi just seh?” He counters and I sigh, sitting at the edge of the bed looking at him.
“If we have a problem why yuh find it hard fi talk bout it?” him stressing enuh. Chro!
“Cause it better if we leggo certain things,” he shrugs.
“Mi wah talk, so talk to me please,” I plead and he lets out a labored breath.
“Wah kind o’ badness yuh think mi inna cause yuh seh yuh aware mi into that?” Nickoi asks.
“Drugs, scamming and gangs,” I tell him. “And Nickoi, I know you are into that and it’s fine with me cause I love you for who you are mi nuh care wah kind of illegal stuff you do for a living cause I love you.”
“Yeah so why yuh so curious b since yuh understand wah mi inna?”
“Because I just want to...” I was saying but I realize that there’s no point. “Okay I’m just so curious because I don’t want to lose you.”
“Yuh nah lose me,” he tells me. Okay, Mr. Immortal.
“Okay, then I’ll give you space,” I throw my hands up in surrender. “Before we do that though, mi wah be clear about wah mi seh and fix it.”
“Yah, yuh seh if yuh find out mi a talk bout badness you a lef me,” I gasp once his words surfaced.
