Not My Type 3: Alternate World

70. Ache

📍NATIONAL STADIUM, ST. ANDREW
N I C K O I

Isolated, watching as Zara makes her way back, a profanity slips from me. I sit down on the nearest chair.

Mi hate dem thing yah.

Jah know star.

Nobody nuh affi tell me nuhn, me kno' me ooman feel cut up dawg.

"Bredda?" Lennox approaches me. "A wah gwaaan?"

Who him a deal wid?

I just smile and take a seat. A smile far from humor.

You nuh wah me smile like dis.

Believe.

"Good run bro," is all I say before staring at my shoes. My anger boiling. I'm not an overthinker, but mi thoughts dem deh pan rapid.

He pats my shoulder and walk off.

When he moves I turn to watch him. There's just something off. Mi cya' tell wah it be right now though.

Intuition neva' wrong my lawd.

Intuition neva' wrong..

I reach for my phone and call her number, staring across from me. She digs in her bag with no idea that I'm watching her.

She seems annoyed.

"Ye?" she answers wid har likkle attitude.

"Look straight," I say and laugh when I remember she's blind. "Put on your glasses first."

Dawg how yo stay so?

She finally smiles. "You think you funny nuh true?"

"At least mi get yuh fi smile," I get my point across. She hums in response. Mi nuh really rate that but mi lowe it.

Too thin skin when it cum to Zara dawg.

She puts on her glasses. "It's now on," her tone dry.

"Look straight," I smirk.

She looks directly at me with the sweetest smile the moment she spots me.

"Fawud."

She stands immediately and walk through the crowd.

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Zara's POV

I get to him and he's just looking down. Sighing, I sit beside him. Mi nuh know why, but mi hate when him sad. It make me sad too.

A love that nuh true?

"I'm sorry.." I purse my lips. Mi just feel like mi need fi say that.

He looks up. "Sorry fi wah?"

"Fi basically salt up yuh race," I shrug in a careless tone. "Stop gwaan like yuh no know," I poke his head playfully.