Page 186 of Not My Type

“Please, come on,” I say again, and this time, he gets in the car with me.

“So you would a just mek that go so?” his eyes on me.

“No but just let it go,” I whine. Jordane gets in the back.

“Ah,” he says, popping a fry in his mouth.

When we get home, I tell Nickoi that I want to visit Mama, but he says it would be better if I go there on Thursday.

Jordane stares at the screen angrily, and I sit beside him. “Put that behind you,” I start, but just then, Nickoi walks out to take a call.

“Nah 3 meds it enuh,” his light brown eyes steely.

I don’t bother him, instead, I start on dinner. I make rice and stew fish, helping Jordane occasionally until we finally finish the essay.

“Thanks... it sound good enuh,” he chuckles and I smile.

“Yuh good now?” I ask curiously.

“Good yah now mon,” he nods and I give him a plate of food.

“This smell good sis,” he compliments.

“Thanks,” I smile then my gaze darts to Nickoi. He’s still outside on the phone. I cover his food before I hop up on the stool and start eating.

“This bad enuh,” he chuckles and I smile at him.

I turn on the TV in the kitchen, scrolling through Netflix for something to watch. Cya eat without watching something. I click on ‘YOU’ and as I eat my food, Joe’s unhinged shenanigans consume me.

Yuh just like Joe enuh, my subconscious tells me.

I mean... a little. Mi read into everything like Joe and investigate everything. Mi just nah kill nobody.

“Yuh think age matter?” Jordane asks grabbing my attention.

“Hmm in a way,why?”

“If mi tell yuh say mi have a ooman weh a 24 wah yuh think?” Jor asks. Ummm.

“You’re like what...17?”

“Yea...” he blushes. What in the madhouse.

“Mi think yuh too young fi har,” I say to him honestly.

“Yes a that everybody a say... family etc a just mi bredda dem understand,” he smirks. Nickoi him would a affi understand.

“Ohh... why such a big woman?” is my question.

“She d’even look big if mi show yuh mi and har she look young,” he tells me, showing me a picture of them at a hotel. They look cute if yuh nuh know the age diference. She’s short with a petite body. That’s exactly why she nuh look older than him.

“I guess it’s okay... once yuh love each other a that matter,” I shrug. At this point mi give up!

“Fi real mi rate har,” he smiles.

“She work?” is my next question.

“Yes she work at the bank,” his voice deep.