Page 7 of Not My Type
right?” I meet his stare.
“Hmm, so you say,” I mutter to him, unconvinced. Him always say this. He gets closer to me.
“You know what? I’ll show you.” I scoff, my chin resting in my palms. The waitress walks back to us, causing us to break our stare. “Here you go,” she leans in and place our plates on the table. The Beef Lo Mein is gushing with steam. The aroma tickles my nostrils.
“Thank you,” I offer a smile and look up, just in time to see Malik bearing a sly look on his face. He looks away, his attempt is a sweet failure. A wah deh gwan yasso? I sip my water, trying to compose myself.
“Everything good?”
“It look like everything good?” my voice dry. He smiles. “Wah yuh deh smile bout?” I ask with my eyes narrowing at him. He now has a straight face, pretending to be incognizant. I hate him.
“I’m not smiling,” he lies. Dutty bwoy.
“Why did she look at you like that? Yuh know har?” I ask coldly. I was very calm, most days, but that didn’t change the fact that I was a part time crash-out.
He has a tight-lipped smile. What the– He slowly folds the sleeves of his dress shirt before he looks back at me. “No, I didn’t see anything,” him tek me fi joke. I can’t put it any other way. My temper hits the roof.. “And mi nuh know har Zara.” Seriously!? He’s still a bad liar—calm and unbothered. He has always been like this. Obnoxious. Why should I even have this conversation with him again? Mi nah handle this.
I glare at him. “Mi nuh need fi deh yasso, stay and smile with yuh waitress gyal,” I spring up. He looks around, embarrassed? Awww. He has the nerves. After all, he lived for validation.
I’ve tried so many times with him and I’m honestly sick and tired. Clearly, I’m not good enough. I grab my food, my bag and storm out of the restaurant. He follows me to the gate. He yanks me back, his hand curling around my arm. Ow!
“Wah this for!?” he growls. A who him a talk to?
“Let mi go,” I try pulling away but his grip is firm— it’s starting to hurt. Yuh never listen to Gavin! This yuh did want...so tek it!
“Leggo the girl nuh youth!” A female shouts. She is wearing a green lace wig in an updo. Slim thick, with the prettiest face. I hate when pretty girls bleach their skin. She’s curvy—skin decorated in tattoos. Is a proper hot gyal this.
He turns to look at her, at the restaurant, then back at me. “You always a create excitement,” he hisses.
I roll my eyes and retract my hand. I turn to the lady. “Thanks for that,” my voice weak.
She nods. “That good baby,” she bats her mink lashes fiercely, shooting eye daggers at Malik who’s storming into the restaurant.
I sigh and call my driver. “So you good?” she questions as she moves toward her white GLE. Her voice is raspy, sounding like a loud whisper. No doubt she’s from the heart of Spanish Town.
“Yeah, I just called my driver.”
NICKOI
“Like him want mi kill him, how yuh mean a only Ten Thousand USD yuh get?!” I pace back and forth in my room. Lorie stares at me with fear in her eyes. Like seh mi hurt woman, that a one thing mi nah guh ever go do.
“Y-yes,” she stutters, her voice cracks. I look away from her. “Call Gutta,” I snarl. She moves immediately. I plop down in my bed staring atthe wall. Why people so fool dawg? By now, I thought people would know I’m not the one to be played with, but clearly a man get up and choose death. One puff of my vape and I exhale, too upset to bring myself to my weed board. I glare at nothing in particular and drag the vape again. This time I release a long sigh. The smoke envelops me. Mi wah bou’ hundred spliff.
Low, almost shut, pitch black with a hint of deep crimson red. That’s how my eyes get when people get mi dawk. My jaw clenches tight as sinister thoughts brew in my head. Look how di man make mi a pree fi crack him skull. Him feel say mi ramp wid people? I hiss my teeth.
Gutta enters shortly after and close the door behind him. I look up, watching as he approaches me. “Wah fi gwan?” is the first thing that he says. He’s my second in command and a friend who became family. We’ve been bro’s for as long as I can remember and he has remained solid ever since— even throughout our time at Kingston College when our circle expanded. Mi ratings tall fi dem man yah. So no doubt, he had to hold some significant role in my gang.
He meets my steely eyes and immediately know what time it is. “Who violate mi Don?” he too is not someone to be played with, anything gets on his wrong side never get the privilege of seeing another day.
Without looking, my words spills out. “The one Trevor,” I glare at my glock. She’s sitting on the glass table. Sexy. No wonder, she has over a hundred bodies. I finally look at him. “The bwoy Trevor have mi money.”
“Suh wah yuh wah mi do wid the bwoy?” his eyes darkens— eager to do anything. Anything, no matter how dark. Dem man ya nuh ramp enuh Very trigger happy.
“Find him. Mi want the rest o’ mi money,” I order through gritted teeth. I can feel venom coursing through my veins. Gutta is excited, killing is his hobby. He shakes his keys.
“And if him nuh have it?” he smirks.
“Then a dirt.”
