Page 51 of Not My Type
“Weh yuh deh?” I ask and see him requesting a video call.
I accept it. He’s smiling — I smile too. I guess my question is ‘cute’. “Me like the way yuh ask that,” he bites his bottom lip.
“Yuh mek me dawg dem see say me have a ooman.” Butterflies. I look away smiling, totally forgetting the negativity earlier.
“Deh a the lounge though,” he finally tells me. “Mi cuz’n place.”
“Okay,” I yawn.
“Go and get some sleep,” he smirks.
“Yeah, good night... ” We’re still staring after a few seconds, our eyes glinting carnalities. “Be safe.” He nods and releases the smoke through his nostrils. I hug the pillow when he hangs up, feeling so needy.
His voice. Lordt! I can’t wait to fe—
Zara. Clears throat
My family is gonna have to accept our relationship enuh, cause me? Nah leggo this thrill anytime soon. Yuh crazy?
I spent a few minutes fantasizing about him until black dots cover my eyes.
I know it’s time to get up when I hear Mama’s voice. I pick up my phone, check the time and shake my head.
5:26 AM. Who is she whispering to?
“Mi say a you alone can deal with this,” her voice low.
I get off the bed.
“Michelle mi say a bad bwoy. One a dem Spanish Town one deh,” she’s frantic. Jesus Christ.
Why dem nuh leave wi alone?!
My heart rate speeds up.
“No mi nuh really know him, but mi see the red kin’ bwoy other day mi a pass through Johns Road. If only Zara know wah she a get inna, the blood of Jesus!” I heave a sigh, my face screw up.
“Bay mark of the beast pan him, hair cornrow. Definitely not the kind a bwoy fi Zara,”
Oh, please.
Mama continues “Yes... yes she nuh know seh dem man deh a look smaddy fi use,” I shake my head.
That’s why she act so calm last night. She was planning to set my mom on me? Bwoy mi a tell yuh.
“She deh sleep now. Mi wan’ yuh talk to her because she nah see the danger and mi nah sit down and mek she get hurt. A bwoy like that, might just turn me decent granddaughter inna Jezebel!”
I sit on my bed. You just can’t win when it comes to Mama. I face palm myself before throwing my body down on my bed in deep thoughts. Nobody nuh want we deh. A wah so?
I pick up my phone and call Nick but he doesn’t answer. Him probably nuh wake yet. I click on Whatsapp and press Gavin’s status.
‘People really know how fi piss me off!’
I shake my head. That’s definitely for me.
Him lucky!
I scroll through my nail tech’s status and decide to text her. It’s a little early but I think I need to get out of the house. The vibe isn’t right here.
