Page 48 of Not My Type
“What?”
“Wan’ have you to miself,” he tells me. I can’t help blushing.
“Man serious enuh.” Ughh. He has no business being this handsome..
“Okay, I’m done now,” I lean over, wipe my hands with wipes and straddle him. His face lights up. I rock my hips, smiling coyly when I get a reaction from him. I’m right on his crotch. I tilt my head to the side, staring flirtatiously at him admiring my body.
“You think we go together?” my lips graze his the very moment he looks up from my navel piercing. Whew.
My heart speeds up.
“You a the perfect woman fi me,” he starts. “Sexy, pretty, educated... innocent,” he smirks.
“Innocent,” I giggle.
“You’re not?” his eyebrows raises as his eyes flicker with excitement. “Oh, mi see’ pree.”
I laugh and watch as he bites his bottom lip. The jangling of the key against the grill grabs my attention. Followed by the living room door opening and closing. I sit up, alarmed. Lawd Jesus!
“Zara?” Gavin opens my door. Just in time, to see me rolling off Nick’s lap. We gasp.
“Seriously?” his eyes steely. In his hand is Nick’s multi-coloured hoodie.
“How you pull the door?” I ask then Mama’s voice answers my question. Oh lord.
Quickly I walk out, closing the door behind me. I can’t afford for her to see him and Gavin’s death glare is making me uneasy. “I can explain,” I grab the hoodie from him and hide it behind me.
“Mi church sista make Gavin drive her car,” Mama says when her eyes meet my astonished face. I nod and look at Gavin.
His piercing eyes are set on the Tv screen. Jesus. My heart quickens when Mama looks around the room with an unreadable expression for whatever reason.
“The chicken and pizza in the microwave,” I say, hoping that it’ll ease the tension a little bit.
“Alright, me a go change,” she says before she walks to her room.
I can feel Gavin burning holes through my head. “A really who me think mi just see lidung in a yuh bed, possibly did a have sex with yuh!?” he whisper yells.
“We didn’t do anything,” I defend.
“The way how things look, can I even trust you anymore?” he asks in a sarcastic tone.
Ouch, that hurts.
“ Don’t say that,” I breathe.
“A the bad bwoy that ina yuh bed?” Gavin repeats. I’m dumbfounded. Gavin’s expression shows me that after this I could possibly lose my best friend.
“Can I just explain?” I ask fidgeting with my fingers.
“The bwoy would a kill Mr. Perry— even wi, just look how the dutty bwoy wicked,” he spits out the words angrily. I crease my brows.
Why him a call him dat?
Him not even know the bwoy.
I decide to stay quiet. I don’t want to make this situation any worse. “Wah get in a yuh? My bestfriend Zara would a never deh with a cruff like this much less fi have him in a har granny place. A wah the hell get in a yuh? You a act like Sash and me really did think seh you different!”
“Stop gwaan so... I- I’m the same... it’s just that I un— ”
