Page 31 of Not My Type
“So why you have you hair loose out?” Mama starts and I laugh to myself.
My hair is flowing down but Mama has an issue with it—she’s always been overprotective over my hair.
“Sit down make me catch it up,” she beams and I sit in front of her.
Uncle Rohan chuckles, his eyes set on us. She gently pats my head when she’s finished— it’s in a lazy bun.
“See, it look so nice. Now your hair nah guh tough up by the time Clova ready fi braid it,” she chuckles briefly.
I’ve already washed my hair so that I don’t have to pay too much. I have a budget that I have to work with. I’m not actively earning yet, so I have to budget the money that my mother sends me each fortnight when she gets her salary.Mi cya wait fi can help her back. And my grandma too.
“Alright, you ready niecey?” Uncle Rohan questions.
“Yeah,” I retort.
I grab my shades and put them on before I say my goodbyes to my grandma and walk out behind my uncle. I move towards the car and openthe door then he says, “Niecey, hold on deh,” as he moves the stuff to the back. As soon as the seat is clear, I get in. We put on our seatbelts and he pulls off, blasting No more Parties by Coi Leray. Feeling myself a little bit too much, I start taking selfies.
As a cute gyal! Nah lie, the sun understand the assignment, the queen in my head swoons.
NICKOI
“Out o’ all a yuh gyal dem a me yuh treat the worst,” Lorie
mumbles, drawing circles on my chest with her fingers.
I stare at the ceiling, thinking about Zara. I’m not even listening to Lorie. She knows what she’s here for, so I don’t know why she’s even complaining. Zara.
What is it that you’re doing differently? Jah know. I’ve had professional girls before and I still didn’t feel this need for them. Sup’m bout Zara. I don’t know what exactly it is, but I know that she intrigues me more than she should. She’s like a magnet that’s pulling me in closer and closer. I genuinely want to know her, no player shit.
This whole thing foreign to me because I don’t usually think like this. Man even a beg har fi deh with me. I chuckle to myself. Cya believe mi a wait fi she make a decision and that’s something I’ve never done. I don’t wait on people. But here I am doing everything mi nuh used to do fi one gyal. Mi d’even like people, and she have me a meds like a people person.
Wah really wrong wid me?
The way I feel about her has puzzled me from the very first time I laid my eyes on her, to the night when I had Perry on gun point. Is it her eyes? What is it? Maybe it’s the way she’s pulling you in more than you could ever imagine. Like the fact that she’s taking over my thoughts even when I’maround Nathalia.
Jah know, this concerning.
Mi d’even understand them thing ya.
“Yuh phone a ring,” Lorie says in a clipped tone, dragging me from my thoughts. I look at the phone. Shit, Talia.
“Talia I got so busy... ” I start lying, pointing at the door.
Lorie pouts and walk out. “Make time baby, make time,” she says like she’s scolding me.
I sit up. Shit, the club opening. I forgot about it again. “The thing deh start already?” I ask, waiting for her to go off; but she doesn’t.
“No baby, daddy put it to 7 o’ clock,” she sighs.
I mentally roll my eyes. Mi don’t even like har father. “Oh,” I simply say.
“I’m so happy! I can get my hair done and we get ready together when we meet up at home,” she starts getting excited. “And I got us matching outfits!”
“Eeeh,” I say trying to not sound as uninterested as I really am.
“My appointment is was at 4 PM but I’m going now, gonna have to pay extra but see you later papi,” she hangs up and I sigh. Nuh know how mi a go do this.
I quickly shove my feet in my black Air Forces, tuck my glock in my waist and walk out. Lorie is watching a movie with Jordane. “You a lef now?” she questions, her brows joining together in disappointment.
