Page 218 of Not My Type
When he comes back in, my smile grows as I see the polo in his hand. It’s purple with blue font, and he hands me a pair of white Air Forces. I glance up at him—he’s wearing the same thing. The same shirt, same shoes. The only difference is his light blue pants and my black biker tights.
“Ohhhh I see what you doing,” I smile, taking it. “Thank you and mi have a light blue shorts mi a go wear it.”
I pull off the top, my cleavage showing, and he watches, I quickly slip the blouse over my head and fight into the shorts. Then I throw on the white Air Forces. I set up my camera, then walk over to him, placing my hand in his. I’ve been doing this for every outfit we wore—gotta make sure it’s perfect for TikTok. Once I get the perfect clip, I met with Gutta and Anna who are dressed in matching blue tops with Nautica at the top and black bottom and Clark’s. Watch ya nuh!
“It’s the matching for me,”Anna says as she turns the camera on us.
We ordered breakfast, ate, and then headed to Koko Head Park. When we got there, they started talking about how tough the climb is going to be. My eyes land on Nickoi, and I burst out laughing. He’s dead silent, just staring at the stairs, his face twisted in pure disbelief. Watch him!
“Jah Jah,” he mutters. “1048 steps that... a dead wi a go dead,” I laugh harder, almost choking.
“Cya tek Nickoi enuh,” Anna laughs, and I can’t help but join in.
“We can do it, mon,” I say, but he gives me a look. A sexy one.
I ignore the heat in his gaze, trying to focus on the challenge ahead. But his stare... it’s making it hard to concentrate.
“Mek sure unuh have unuh water,” I say to the others. I can feel his eyes.
“We have the bottle dem mon,” Gutta nods.
“Look how babe thick mi sorry fi yuh,” Anna teases.
“Fi yuh batty a guh drag yuh down mon,” he slaps her ass and she laughs.
“Ready?” I ask them after a while and they nod.
“Born ready mon,” Nickoi says and we start climbing up the steps.
Nickoi stops every few steps, drinking water and taking a quick rest before pushing himself to climb again. I glance behind me and burst out laughing. Gutta and Anna are so far behind, barely visible, like little dots in the distance. They’re trailing behind some white tourists who are just strolling, taking their time.
“Babe, look at them,” I say, catching Nickoi’s attention. He turns, a smirk pulling at his lips as he laughs.
Gutta’s plopped down on the steps, looking defeated, while Anna’s over there, practically babying him with a bottle of water.
“Unuh tired!?” I shout.
“Yuh feel a bwoy!?” Gutta shouts back and I laugh.
“Lose some a the weight G,” Nickoi teases.
Gutta is a little stout so I understand that this would be hard for him. “Wul, a we a struggle though,” I laugh, looking around at the other tourists who seem just as exhausted.
“Ready again!” Nickoi announces without hesitation, his energy almost ridiculous.
We follow suit, pushing ourselves onward. When we stop for a five-minute break, Gutta and Anna finally catch up, their faces scrunched in exhaustion. Nickoi, on the other hand, barely seems winded. He takes a slow sip of water, eyes on us as we groan and complain about the hike. Must a seh them idiot ya nuh shut up?
“Yow this mek fi kill people this affi illegal,” Anna holds her back.
“The one Nickoi nah seh a word enuh cause him use to do them thing ya,” Gutta laughs.
“Yah, member a regula we do warm up and thing on some steep hills so this nuh too foreign to me,” he retorts.
“Ohh when you a prepare fi champs,” I smile.
“Yah,” he says and we continued after a while.
When we get to the top, Nickoi sits on the ground looking down at the view and I stay beside him as Gutta and Anna take pictures of the view.
