Page 58 of Not My Type
Doh bother feel say mi a Frighten Friday enuh... but for a second, it felt I was in California. Clean modern finishes, floor to ceiling windows, and a landscape designed to perfection— square cut pathways with carpet-like grass in between. A glance towards his garage lands on an azure blue Cybertruck, with chunky black tires, the edges of the rim lined in blue.
Who even picks baby blue for a Cybertruck?
Show awffffff...
The living room is breathtaking too, the modern architecture, the furniture are no different from a mirror. Expensive, okay!?
“Yuh drink?” I turn around to him and bob my head slowly.
“Barely, don’t give me nothing too strong,” I say, still admiring the house.
“Yuh wah lemon beer? A Hennessy, D’usse, Malibu and Cîroc alone mi have,” he tells me. I’ve never had any of those.
“Malibu?” It sounds more like a question.
“Yah ask mi or yah tell mi?” he grabs my ass in his grip, lifting me off the ground slightly. I hug his neck, hiding my face in his chest since I’m too short to reach his neck. “Hmm?”
“Yea... I want Malibu. What are you having?” Is my question as he pulls away and walk into his in-house bar and pull the Hennessy from the cabinet. It’s crazy how I’m already feeling at home.
The struggles of being delusional.
I climb onto a stool and look through his window wall at Sain’ Andrew. It’s getting dark outside. “It’s so nice here,” I mutter.
“Like yuh wah live here?”
I just smile. Nuh kno’ a who him wah breed off.
The people here are so wealthy, they have no reason to disturb others, unlike Homestead.
He brings a cup to me with tea a little while after. I take it carefully. “Thank you.”
He hisses as he looks at his rolex. “Almost 8 o’ clock and you just having tea.”
“Are you worried?” I smile, bringing the tea to my lips. He rolls his eyes and walks away. I sip the tea, admiring him as he strides out. I spot a remote and press it. Impressively, the television in the kitchen turns on.
Never been seen this yet,TV in a kitchen? My subconscious is something else.
When I’m done drinking the tea I hear a phone vibrating. I spot an iPhone. Not too far from me. Zara... if I were you I leff that phone alone.
I take up the phone, ignoring the voice in my head even though I shouldn’t. If you wah you heart break den you look in a man phone.
It’s locked. GOOD!
I still tap the screen, seeing that someone sent him a direct message. I’m just in time to see his username pop up. I narrow my eyes at the message. I’m not sure what to think about it. I type in his name into my search bar quickly and push the phone away when I hear him coming. Hispage loads but it’s private.
Almost 500k people follow him? While he only follows 12? Who is this lucky 12? I can’t help but wonder. He has ten posts up too but I’m locked out. No mon his account look festive, we need fi get in a it.
“Zara yuh feel better now?” he asks and I press the power button and nod.
“Yes,” I say looking at him. He toss an italian Oran Soda in the trash and gives me a KFC box.
“This you did want right?” I open the box, looking inside and the scent makes my mouth water.
It’s a barbecue Zinger box. “Yes this is okay thanks Nick,” I say, now looking at him. He doesn’t have anything in his hand.
“Wah you a guh eat?” I ask and he shrugs.
“Mi nuh know,” he answers, looking at the pantry. His eyes on those shrimp snacks. Hmm... somebody loves shrimp.
