Page 233 of Not My Type
“Fi she help mi study,” I answer.
“Meds that,” he says in a mind your business tone.
“Okay baby I love you.”
“Love you too,” he rasps. “What time mi fi come fi yuh?”
“3 o’ clock,” I say as I quickly glimpse the time.
“Ah,” he nods. I stare at him and he blushes looking away.
“Yuh nah hang up?” my cheeks heat up as my chocolate eyes pierce him.
“Yah... later,” he hangs up.You really love him enuh.Like life itself.
Moments after, my eyes are buried in the documents. Mr. Adams joins me after, giving me an idea of how the exam may be set up. Once we’re through with studying, she shares our food and we eat together in the kitchen. Her husband enters and my mood drops immediately.
“Hey hunny,” she smiles and I mentally groan. Him is not no hunny him is a piece of shit!
“I’m gonna run some errands quickly and get back here for dinner. I love you,” he pecks her lips and I roll my eyes. Not a love, a the gyal him a guh sleep wid.
“Okay be careful,” she hugs him. The lady love him enuh and him a hurt har. Why man suh wicked?
When it’s 3:00, I tell Mrs. Adams my goodbyes before I embrace her. “I’m gonna pray for you and I know you’re gonna pass your exams.”
“Thanks for helping me.” I feel a little confident..
“Always and you can visit me anytime,” she tells me and I smile beforeentering the car.
“Hey babe,” I hug him.
“You a rush fi go back home?” he shakes his head no. “Why?”
“Wanna stop at Mama for a while,” I say as he drives off.
“Ah,” he says.
When I get there, I realize that Mama and my mother are inside cooking while Gavin is telling them a story. I push the door open walking in with Nickoi behind me. Gavin spots me and his smile grows. “Watch the dolly!? In Sash’s voice,” he says and I laugh. Cya tek him enuh. Mama and my mother look around smiling.
“Hey,” mommy smiles.
“Nickoi what a way you a take weh mi granddaughter,” Mama chuckles and Nickoi glances at her with a smile. Why Mama nuh stop? Nickoi smile fake mi know fi sure.
“Which take weh?” Mommy chimes in. I guess she notices that Nickoi is uncomfortable. “See him bring her come look fi wi, if him did take har weh yuh wouldn’t see har at all,” At least she a try fi mek him feel at home. She approaches him.
“What’s up?” she starts, and I look away from their conversation.
“Where is yuh twin?” I tease Gavin, trying to distract myself.
He rolls his eyes. “Sash could neva be my twin.” I laugh.
“She’s your sister so stop talk suh,” I jeer him.
“The old sore find new man it seems,” he frowns. Him a sample enuh.
“Jesus piece Gavin,” I slap my hand over my mouth.
“Mi nuh done cook enuh but mi have cookies unuh wah that?” Mommy offers.
