Page 59 of Not My Type
“A Hennessy mi want,” he hops on the stool beside me. I start eating my food.
“You sure you nuh want none?” Cas who the hell turns down KFC?
“No b,” he mutters. I take a bite from my Zinger, trying to not get my lips messy— just to seem ‘proper’ around him.
Why women put themselves through this? Why we always try so hard to seem like this perfect person, to please these men? Or is it to feel better about ourselves?
Gosh! I envy the girls who eat in front their man with no care in the world.
Nick takes a sip of his Hennessy and opens his phone. I chew my food watching him in my peripheral vision. Mi can feel seh a bay gal problem you a go have with him.
He did say he had girls that he played with but...
“Mi a go check fi sup’m fi yuh,” he tells me then we fall in complete silence.
Him mussy gone look at Jemmy Nye’s message.
I get a weird feeling about that person. He slides the phone to me. He’s showing me an online store that sells swimsuits.
Watch yah the man a buy we bikini!
“Choose what you like,” he tells me and I start scrolling.
Nah lie but mi fingers a twitch fi go pon him page.
They’re so close fi just press his profile but I can’t. Him deh too near fi mi do that. Instead, I focus on the options on the Instagram page he showed me. I choose a nude swimsuit. It comes with a sheer cover up. Mi like that.
“Nick,” I tilt the phone, he looks at it and nod, I guess in approval.
So if him neva’ like it a wah him would a do?
“Nickoi,” I hear a familiar voice and we both look.
A Nickoi him name? Mi cyaa’ believe mi never know that.
Anuh like him did answer when we ask…
I see that same girl who parted Malik and I when we were outside of the restaurant. The same one with the tattoos and 30” bus—
Hold up... She related to him?
“Wah gwaan mommy?” he asks and she looks at me. Instantly I see it.
Their uncanny resemblance. It’s almost scary. God literally slapped copy and paste. He didn’t even bother.“Your mommy?” I whisper and he responds. What age did she have him?
“Yeah.”
She hears and bursts out laughing. “Yes girl a mi son!” her eyes are still set on me with a small smile.
She member wi face enuh.
“You a the nice girl weh mi did affi sto— ” she starts.
“Yes,” I interrupt with a sweet smile.
Mi nuh really wah she go further.
“Mi Don, fawud mek mi show you a pree,” Bigz says from the door, then Nickoi walks behind him.
