Page 29 of Not My Type
“Wah’m Zara?” he questions, with his eyebrows raised.
Oh, Great. “Nothing,” I say in a nonchalant tone. He chuckles and shakes his head. My eyes roam him. Am I doing the right thing entertaining this? I’m worried about what Gavin will think, I already know that Sash would love to hear this. Mama woulda faint. Mommy would be disappointed. I have to keep this to myself.
The back door opens, and I turn to see Jordane getting in. His eyes are on his brother, face bearing a gleaming smile. I immediately feel awkward. I’m his teacher and... Just breathe Zara, the voice in my head coaxes.
“Good evening, Ms. Williams,” Jordane greets. Nick and I turn to respond to him. He has a stupid smile on his face. Ugh!
Nick looks at me with an unreadable expression. “What?” I inquire.
“Seatbelt,” he tells me and I pull it across me.
He drives off shortly after, just as he did when I was speaking with Gary. I instinctively hold onto the seat. Why him drive like this? Nosah!
The Audi maneuvers through Monk Street, as Queen Inna TheDeck resonates throughout the car. It’s my second time seeing him vibing to Masicka—he must be his favorite artist. I avert my focus to the scenery outside, and look down at my lap shyly when his raspy voice starts singing along. The lewd lyrics are so... soothing, surprisingly. Whew.
“... gi’ it weh me kill you, better act wise, grab di mic nuh stop voice, yah di star me top prize,” he sings. His voice is low, sounding akin to a whisper. Yet, it’s so pleasing. Omg!
I stare through the window, pondering over what I should get for Kelsey— I can’t even focus. The huskiness of his voice, the lyrics, the aura, Jordane in the back. Oh lord, send help! At this point, his brother thinks that we’re in a relationship. I’m sure. And? Inwardly, I roll my eyes.
“I’m stopping at LOJ Plaza, I’m getting something for a friend,” I tell him. He turns the volume down but doesn’t respond. I finally think of buying Kelsey a few pieces of nursing sleepwear and baby accessories. When we get to the shopping centre on Burke Road, he parks... rather than dropping me off. He’s willing to wait? He must not know how indecisive I am— I mean, he wouldn’t know, but I’m the type to spend an hour in that store and still leave empty handed.
“I... mi might stay long in there,” I make sure to tell him.
Jordane chimes in. “We will wait,” he smirks. I look back at Nickoi. “Do your thing and fawud mon, I’m taking you home,” he tells me. Of course, Jordane is beaming in the back. Him think him slick?
I look at them while fishing through my bag for my purse. “Okay, I’m gonna try to not be indecisive today cause I don’t want to have you guys waiting too long.” I feel the embossed material in the bottom and retrieve it.
“Okay,” Jordane nods.
Nick on the other hand, doesn’t respond. I hate that about him. Why him so rude? A miself mi a talk to? Tsk!
I get out of the frigid car, instantly graced by the scorchingly hot sun. This is a recipe for catching flu. It might not be the case, according to experts, but it makes me sick. Key word— me. Or mi system just weak?
Anywho, I decide to get Kelsey two nightgowns— blue and white, both made from silk material, baby clothes and a set with baby bottles. I join the line.
“What a girl nice mon,” a voice says to me and I snap my head around. He looks like someone’s Grand Uncle. Instantly, my blood runs cold. “You deh yer with somebody?” he asks with a smile.
“Yes, she nuh wah talk to you,” Nick speaks. Jesus! Where did he come from?
The man is startled, he doesn’t even make eye contact with him— nor does he try to retaliate. Clearly, he knows who he’s dealing with. I notice everyone is looking at him especially the girls, acting like groupies— staring at him flirtatiously, while distastefully shooting their shot.
As a hot gyal, I would never. I find myself cringing at the conversation around us as the lady cashes Kelsey’s gifts. I shift my weight to my next leg, totally irritated. Overhearing them being thirsty makes me ashamed to be a female.
“A Prezi dat enuh!”
“Look how di man nice.”
“Unuh shut up nuh! Afta unuh cya get him!”
I pay for my stuff and he holds my hand and we leave. Lordt. Look how him a mek the gyal dem hate me!
12. HURT
Zara
Being a baddie is a full-time job. Seriously, it is. It gets exhausting and tiring sometimes but slaying is my career — My. Full. Time. Job. I fork my hand through my knots, massaging the Dove shampoo through my scalp. The sweet smell of strawberry tickles my nose as I take a deep breath.
As soon as I’m through with washing my hair, I blow dry it and start my facial. It’s been almost two hours. Chro. See what I’m saying? And I’m still not done yet. I’m just starting on my face, plus I need to get rid of the little hair I see sprouting from my armpits. The thought of that sends an electric sensation through me. Nothing I hate like waxing, yet I do it the moment I spot a strand of hair growing back.
