Page 27 of Not My Type
11. DEJA VU
Zara
Who the hell gets horny for a man they barely know? Pfft. Me, of course. I can’t even enjoy my food in peace without thinking salaciously. Jesus! What a day to be having bad dawgs for lunch, with this humongous sausage dripping with mayonnaise. It makes me wonder what it’s like in his pants. Look weh your mind gone.
I can’t help it. With a sigh, I take a bite of the bad dawg. The cheese and mayonnaise messily spread across my lips, reminding me of... No Zara, this serious.
I wipe my lips. He’s plaguing my mind. There’s so much I’m curious about. I’m ashamed to say. I’m wondering about his size. I mean, there’s a theory that tall men are gifted and well endowed—and he’s very tall. Omg!
I don’t usually think like this, but after that intimacy in his car, the way he makes me do the unthinkable and think with my coochie? I can’t recover. No man has ever done that to me. I’m left intrigued and I’m very fascinated by his aura too. Plus, there’s this unquenchable desire that I feel for him. I don’t understand it, neither can I control it. Is it because he’s not my type? Is that why it creates this thrill that weirdly gets me excited?
I lean forward and sip my drink, now thinking about his question. I’m still in disbelief that I’m considering dating a bad man. But he’s so irresistible— it’s actually crazy.
“Ms. Williams, can I have a word with you?” I look up from my food at Mrs. Adams.
“Of course,” I smile innocently.
After those thoughts, I’m wondering about us, the girl in my head is traumatized. So dramatic. Inwardly, I laugh. He makes me curious about myself. I’m left wondering if I even know myself, just because of these wild thoughts. You want him to fulfill your sexual desires?
I smile unaffected, turning my focus to Mrs. Adams. “Sorry for interrupting your lunch,” she says with and apologetic smile.
You mean, sorry for interrupting your food-gasm, the queen in my head smirks.
“That’s fine,” I laugh. It really is.
“I’m dropping off this folder. It has an essay question I want you to assign the students this afternoon,” she place it on the desk.
“Okay,” I nod.
When I’m alone, his question plagues my mind... I still need time to think about my decision, because there’s a lot I’ll have to adjust to and it won’t be easy.
“Ms. Williams,” I look up to see Jordane. He noisily pulls out a chair and sits down, apologizing as he does so. “Hey... ahh–Jordane?” I pretend to not remember his name; knowing damn well who he is and who his brother is.
He’s smiling. “Which school you used to go?” is his question.
“Which school do you think I went to?” I decide to challenge him, with a warm smile of course. He’s probably asking for his brother’s sake. “Well uumm... ” he strokes his goatee with his eyes narrowed.
“You kinda seem like an Andrews’ girl.” I laugh to myself. Why do people always assume that?
“Why?” I must ask.
A beautiful smile paints his face as he blushes.What’s going on here? You see if I laugh?
“Cause... ” he chuckles. “A just the vibe weh me get yuh zi mi?”
Hmm. “Okay... ” I nod before I say, “St. Hugh’s is my alma mater.”He stretches his legs, thinking deeply then he says. “Fair enough.”
Seconds before the bell rings, I encourage the students to complete their essays for class tomorrow, then I let them say their grace so they can leave in time.
“See you guys tomorrow, same place, same time!”
I smile sweetly as they leave, waving and saying goodbyes. I feel a little tired. Mrs. Adams must’ve been really busy, because she didn’t accompany me for my afternoon classes. The last time we spoke was at noon, during lunch break.
My phone vibrates. Had it not been in my hand, I would have never seen this call. I had it on silent mode the entire day, because for some strange reason, its when I’m in a professional setting that everyone wants to call. When I’m free? not a soul nuh call my phone! It’s Suzanne, one of my batchmates. “Hey,” I smile even though she can’t see me.
“Hey Zara, I’m just reminding you about Kelsey’s baby shower.”
Oh shoot! I forgot. “When is it?” I feel so bad.
