Page 94 of Not My Type
“Mi nuh know wah mi wah be enuh,” is her response. Really?
I mean, not everyone knows what they want to be, but at least a likkle idea nah go hurt. Right?
“No idea?” I ask again in disbelief. She smiles.
“Mi did wah be wah nurse one a the time them but science too hard and mi nah mek nothing mad me,” she rolls her eyes.
“Okay,” I say. “You should still try something though you know? Do something you love,” I advise her.
“A teacher yuh always wah be?” She asks and I nod. “I always saw myself as a teacher,” I tell her honestly. At one point I wanted to be a paediatrician but my love for teaching is just unexplainable. It’s just my thing.
“Ohh a true yuh bright man,” she says, and I laugh. My phone vibrates. I got a few messages from random people replying to my stories and I got some new followers.
Jemmy Nye started following you.
Finally.
I press her page, and I gasp when I notice that she’s the girl from Clova’s shop.
I—
In her latest picture she’s dressed in a white bikini on a balcony. The location is in Tulum. I start feeling self-conscious. I continue scrolling and a sharp pain shoots through my body when I see her sitting in Nickoi’s lap on a roof and they both are dressed in Dior. That outfit ... that Dior earring ...
I saw her in this at Clova’s shop Saturday and Nickoi is wearing that outfit on a picture on his Instagram. It’s the same day. I check the comments, and my body gets heated instantaneously. He’s in a relationship? And I thoug–
So, I’m his side piece? From the ‘goals’ comments to the males, apparently his friends referring to her as their ‘sis’ tells me all I need to know.
I feel my blood pressure rising the more I scroll through the comments. I want to stop but I can’t. Why am I hurting myself?
I continue to scroll through her page. She’s a.. model. Most of her pictures show her on runways, fashion events, vacations, evening gowns, at the airport, a few Jamaican road trips with... My heart stops. My gaze blurs. He’s there. They look so good together. She has pictures with celebrities too. Then I get my confirmation. She’s also Miss Mexico. I find a recent selfie with her, and spot Nickoi in the background. I shake my head. I’m just another girl that he hits while he has his personal girlfriend. One that’s... so pretty.
“Yuh alright?” Clova’s voice pulls me back to reality and I laugh, hiding how I truly feel. This can’t be healthy.
“Mi good mon,” I lie. I’m practically dying inside, and my tears are fighting to fall.
Whole time mi deh yah a think mi a wife, the bwoy a use me. This was always my biggest fear. The fact that we talked, the fact that I took pictures of her to send to him makes me feel like an idiot. The fact that she was talking about ‘Papi’ and... Mi just feel a way.
“Mi almost done yuh hair, just some products mi a spray in... cas mi nuh know how yuh claim nutt’n nuh do yuh and yuh look angry so,” Clova chuckles.
I breathe. I’m trying to compose myself. Nickoi’s car pulls over at Clova’s gate. I instructed him earlier when he brought me here so he would know his way back here.
He doesn’t get out. I glare outside.
Just wol it Zara. No bad energy. Yuh have baby shower soon...
“A Prezident that?” Shanae whisper yells, shocking me. She walks over to the door. The tension wrapping around me is suffocating as Clova sprays my hair. Who calls people by their ig names? Something is off. Jesus no mon Zara calm dung yuh self.
“A him a the boy Zara?” Clova asks me and I stand up. I’m too angry to sit.
“Yes,” is the only thing I can say, and she wipes her face with a rag. I stare at her confused.
“You know Nickoi?” I ask her but I’m distracted when I hear his voice.
“Wah yuh deh pon?” he asks Shanae and my body heats up. I have to control myself and my temper. I’m about to lose it.
“Nothing... yuh never see me text you?” She asks.
I look at Clova handing her $20,000, trying to distract myself and calm down. I breathe.
