Page 95 of Not My Type
She takes it. “The hairstyle fit you enuh, as usual,” she says, and I force a smile.
Nickoi’s eyes meet mine and it’s like he reads them. His smile disappears. Look like him realize.
Shanae looks at me then back at Nickoi. “So, a yuh ooman?” her voice sounds weird.
She sounds jealous. Or am I just too paranoid and read into things too much?
“Yah,” he says, looking at me.
“Your hair looks nice Mami,” he compliments.
I smile at Clova. “I’ll call you Clova, take care.” I force a smile at Shanae before I walk to the car.
I get in and close the door, staring angrily through the window. Nickoi sighs when he gets in the car.
“What was that?!” I glare at him as soon as he looks at me. This is not even the real reason why I want to yell at him right now. It’s that Latina weh him have a hide.
I’m not in the whole fighting thing, but I’m willing to grab that Latina because he’s been playing me like a fool because of her. Then I’d fight him too.
“What babe?” He asks, driving off.
“Don’t babe me... you a mess with 17-year-olds now!?” I ask. He stays quiet, making my anger flare even more. I might explode.
“So mi right?” I shake my head. “Mi cya believe this, mi did go lick you and har in a unuh face enuh but me respect Clova and mi nuh wah start no drama at her house!” I argue. He chuckles humourlessly.
Maybe because you said you’d hit him in his face.
I roll my eyes.
He’s awfully quiet.
“Nickoi, stop the car,” I deadpan.
My anger speaks for me. I’ve never felt rage like this before. Maybe it’s because I had sex with him, only to realize I’m in a relationship by myself—because clearly, that’s what this is. Maybe I’m upset because I expected these things, but went against my better judgement. What did I expect though? These are the type of things niggas like him bring, right? They make you insecure, they give you headaches and they bring a lot of drama and competition from other girls, right?
“You a sweat and a shake, calm down nuh b? All of this is uncalled for,” he sighs.
I stare outside, all I can see is red. “Nickoi Jacobs, stop the car and make me come out,” I repeat.
No mon that sound deadly Zara... bwoy Nickoi try hear good enuh.
“Mi nuh deh wid likkle pitney so you can stop worry about that,” he tells me.
I open my purse slowly and he looks at me alarmed. “Wah ya do?” He asks, looking.
I dig through my bag and find the earrings and I feel my tears coming. He pulls over. “Get yourself together cas a cya the likkle girl you a act this crazy over,” he says and I drop the earring on the arm rest.
“Mi look like a fool to you?” I ask him.
He raises his eyebrows. “No,” he retorts.
“So why you have me falling for you when I’m just a little fling for you?” I ask, pulling out my phone.
“Zara talk straight and get to the point cause me nuh inna this,” he says a little irritated.
“I don’t know how dumb this sounds to you but I love you. It might be a little too early but I do and I don’t know why or how and now you do this and just hurt me,” I explain.
“Do what Zara?”
