Page 87 of Not My Type
“Zara...” he starts.
“Just answer,” I press with a straight face.
“Who nuh tell lie?” he shakes his head. That’s what he has to say? Yuh deaf?!
He keeps smiling too. “Mi a’ ask again, yuh ever lie to me?”
Silence follows then his smile fades. “I have,” his voice dry.
“What did you lie about?” I follow him as he gets off the bed, his gaze a storm—arched brows furrowed, pulling his features into sharp, tense lines.
His jaw chiseled, with every word he doesn’t say. He has the audacity to walk away.
“Nickoi...” my voice low but sharp, slicing through the air as my feet fall in rhythm with every step behind him.
“Zara mi just tell yuh seh mi lie to yuh before... mek it rest now nuh,” he hisses and walks into the bathroom.
“Nickoi if yuh lock the door in my face-” he turns and looks at me with an emotionless stare.
“Mi have sup’m fi deal wid... so later wi talk,” he locks the door and I shake my head.
A tear falls on my bag as I take out my uniform. I have this feeling that he’s hiding something from me. I don’t know what it is exactly but I know that there is something and I have to find out what it is. I check the time. It’s literally 6:30 AM. I’m not ready. I should be ready by 7 o’clock and mi don’t do nothing yet. I’m going to iron my clothes quickly. Run gyal! My subconscious teases.
I look around and smile when I find an iron in the closet, on top of an iron board. Just perfect. When I’m done, I fix my hair and realize Nickoi’s not coming out anytime soon. So I take the opportunity to organize our things. As I straighten up, I glance at the door when someone knocks.
“Come,” I say and Zanne enters with a sweet smile.
“The lady get dick’d down,” she whispers playfully in my ear, making me blush.
“Omg... I’m sorry,” I slap my hand over my mouth.
“Girl dat alright. We a big people and a your man. As long as yuh enjoy yourself,” she grins.
“I did,” I bite on my nail, smiling like a teenager.
“Girl, I could tell.” she whispers. “Mi inna mi room a say ‘yasss, geddit gworl.”
We laugh. “So we did loud?” I ask.
“At times,” she tilts her hand side to side. “Anyways, what time you a leave?” She have a right fi ask. I should’ve been in my uniform.
“Mi a wait for Nickoi to come out of the bathroom,” I tell her and she chuckles.
“Okay, you want us to go out later though. Just us?”
Yuh nuh have no fren suh yuh cya seh no.
I smile. “Yeah. I’d love that.”
“Alright boo and see Nick deh,” I look over my shoulder and Zanne softly shuts the door behind her.
Nickoi walks out, face cool, his jaw flexing, I can see his thoughts brewing. He opens the chest of drawer, taking out a white tees. My thoughts heading somewhere I didn’t want it to, I can’t help it. Him usually take him girl dem here? Or...
I gulp, dropping my eyes to the tiled floors. “So you’ve slept here before?” is my question and have to wait a minute for a simple ‘Yah’ from him.
“So yuh bring other woman yer too?” my head tilting towards my shoulder, eyes on him.
He responds with a simple “No.”
