Page 78 of Not My Type
Mi know say she suspect me so anything mi a say affi make sense. Wah mi o’ tell her? I ask myself.
As I stand in the bathroom, thinking hard an idea comes to my mind.
“Nickoi open the door!” Zara sounds irate.
“Relax nuh Zara,” I try to sound calm. I decide to tell her that my brother called about business matters. She’ll probably wonder why you had to come in a the bathroom. Shit, I’m gonna have to tell her that it’s about drugs. Hope she believes me.
I pull the door open, and she’s standin’ there, mad as hell. “Who yuh did a talk to!?” she asks and I close the door behind me.
“Calm down nuh babes I was talking about business,” I lie.
“With who!?” her voice raises and her grandma opens the door. We both look.
“What’s wrong?” she’s curious.
“Mama everything is okay. We’re just talking,” she says, and her grandma shuts the door.
Soon as it clicks, her burning eyes lock right back on me. “My brother,” I tell her. She lets out a laugh, but I can see the anger sitting right behind it.
“Yuh brother? And a Talia mi hear?!” She narrows her eyes at me. Shit!
I remain calm.
As a top choppa, find a way out a this, my subconscious tells me.
“Yes a the drugs business we a talk bout and Talia works with us... he’s just telling me that Talia is going to meet one of the suppliers today,” I lie, hoping it works.
She breathes. “Okay.” Yuh see that!
“Yes... what did you think?” I ask, waiting to hear her answer. Mi feel cut up seh mi a do this to her enuh. I swear. Yuh affi stop it then..
“Mi just feel seh yuh did a cheat,” she says and I gulp.
Technically, I am. Jah know, I have to stop this.
“Okay... no need fi worry mon,” I say comforting her. We pull away, and her eyes find her clothes.
“Mi a leave now,” I say to her and she looks at me with an unreadable expression.
Mi need fi smoke right now and drink some Hennessy and think bout this shit. Wah mi o’ say? Might as well say it’s my brother since a that mi lie bout.
“Where are you going?” she questions.
“Mi a link mi brother,” I tell her.
“Can I come?” She asks and I freeze. Jah know.
“Of course,” I nod and quickly send a message to Junior telling him that I’m in a situation and I need him to come through for me. Seeing that I’ve already lied to her, it only makes sense I tell him about it in case she feels inquisitive. If I don’t... Mi get knock. He replies quickly saying he’ll come through. As expected.
“Where we going Beverly Hills?” She asks and I shake my head. I live in Beverly Hills and Junior lives in Portmore.
“He doesn’t live where I live, his place is at Portmore, over by Caribbean Estates,” I tell her.
Talia is at my house so I can’t take Zara there. Me just want fi think bout this. Because mi affi find a solution to this problem.
“Take extra clothes with you because we might sleep over,” I tell her. She looks enlivened.
Jah know, yah take the girl fi idiot.
