Not My Type 3: Alternate World

58. Reckon

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📍PHOENIX PARK VILLAGE
Z A R A
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Walking to mommy's room to ask her about the excursion, I give the door a knock and slightly push it.

My eyes pops open.

The gentle smooch of lips meeting makes me do a 360. She's cuddling with Henry.

A wah this?

Chro man.

"So no pastor Jacobs grandson this deh pan the news?" Mama grabs my attention. I look to see that it's a video on Instagram.

Jesus piece.

Den a so far Nick reach?

I walk to my room quickly to call him. My phone is plugged in. I prop down on my bed, reach for the phone and press his number. As it rings I stare at the pattern on my sheet.

Why him nah answer him phone? Him feel say me a beg him nutt'n?

Zara please...

His low, rumbling voice answers, adding depth to the moment.

"Fatty?"

I laugh at that.

"Nickoi which part a me fat?"

"The front and the back," is his response. You see deh bwoy yah.

I find myself just smiling while he's on the phone.

Miss yuh forget why yuh call him in the first place?

Oh, yeah.

Before I could speak though he beats me to it. "So wah the di crime now mi killa. You ready?" I love his playful side.

"Almost," I look down at my clothes all over the bed.

Mi still nuh know wah mi a go wear eno.

Chro.

Mi cyaa bother with me indecisive self eno man.

Zara yuh still nuh say wah yuh call fi say eno. A wah mek yuh love man so?

"Nickoi yuh need fi find a way fi get the video off a the internet," I finally say. It catches him off guard.

"Which video?"

"The one with you a fight," I sit up. I've already showered. I just need to decide on something to wear.

You know say bad to bad mi have too much clothes and a dat a the problem..

I shift my attention back to the call and notice Nickoi's silence.

"You did hear wah me say?" I say staring at the ceiling.

"Yah..." he sounds careless.

"You don't care?" I cock an eyebrow.

"No," he answers. At this point, wah Nickoi even care bout?