Page 238 of Not My Type
It’s so cute. Mi a go start sleep in silk pjs from now on. I look at all the gift boxes in the room and sigh to myself. All now mi nuh go through the gifts dem enuh, to how mi did enjoy mi birthday in Hawaii.
Yuh figet every other gift eeeh.
Aden is in the middle of the bed where I left him watching Paw Patrol. “Good boy,” I say to him and he smiles.
I call Clova and tell her I took out the long hair she installed while I was in Hawaii, but now I want to put it back in. She decides to give me instructions over Facetime while I install it. We take about 40 minutes. When I’m done it looks so good!
“Ayee, all when yuh nuh deh ‘round, you a genius enuh. Yuh think seh mi coulda mek this look so good offa mi own?” I ask, and she laughs boisterously at my compliment.
“Girl a you do it anyways,” she smiles. Exactly a she dweet.
“Thanks though,” I say and Nickoi enters the room like a thief in the night. He looks at me surprised.
“Yuh do that?” he asks and I face him.
“Soon call you back,” I say and hang up before answering him.
“Yes I did,” I smile and he scans me, impressed maybe because I’m dressed up. Just to go to my bed. He smirks and looks at Aden.
“Him eat off the food?”
“Yeah,” I retort.
Nickoi takes up Aden and he starts crying. “Yuh nuh wah leave... yuh father ready enuh,” Nickoi says to him.
“Want to stay,” he cries, pointing at me.
“Awww, yuh nuh wah Nickoi hold yuh doh?” I tiptoe, barely reaching his cheek, and peck it.
“Carry him down,” he says, and I take him. As soon as I have him in my arms, he stops crying, and I smile goofily at Nickoi.
“A bayyyy,” I stick my tongue out. “A me him like,” I tease before walking out with him.
65. GOV’
Zara
I woke up early this morning and I did my morning routine before heading to the kitchen to make my breakfast. I want ripe plantains. That’s the only thing I feel for– no eggs, no bacon, no franks. Just fried plantains. I get you.
My phone vibrates and I notice that someone texted me on Instagram. I check the page and notice that it’s the guy from my class. Same one weh did a look pan yuh?And he liked your seven posts.
My feed’s got that influencer vibe—boujie, organized, mostly fashion shots. Me in cute fits at restaurants, beach pics with the perfect glow, a couple college pictures, and some little vloggy vlogs. Everything’s crisp and polished. Then my highlights? Full of travel, selfies, and random moments, more real life between the staged pics. As a real life hot gyal!
Moments after, I start frying the plantains and hear my phone vibrating again. Nuh tell mi seh a the boy text you again. Why him a do this now God? I check it and he sent a message, I quickly take out the plantains before I hop on the stool, checking the message.
*Hey.. I saw you in class and knew I had to make you mine*
8:18 AM
I read his message and groan. Had to make WHO mine? Him delusional eeeh? I don’t want to reply to him. But yuh done seen it. This is so awkward cause mi a go see him at school today. Ugh! Why mi open him chat? Ech?
Now mi affi go reply cause him online and mi know him a wait fi mi response. Sigh. I start thinking of a tactful way to tell him that I have a boyfriend, then I type it once I finally come up with one.
*That’s sweet… but I’m taken*
He reads it immediately and starts typing and I raise my brows as I bite into the plantain.
*Want yuh still. We can link*
