"So you plan to login?" I ask, not liking this at all.
"Zara..." he drags my name.
"Nickoi," I keep my eyes on him.
"We nah go argue right now okay?" his voice calm.
"You have a page?" My tone harsh.
"Why it's a big deal if mi have gram?" is his question.
"So you do have a page?"
"No," he sighs.
"Here we again with the lies," I look through the window with an eye roll. Not wanting to argue, I decide to rest the argument.
I feel his hand gripping my thighs. That's his way to get my attention. He's successful when I turn to face him.
"What?"
"I didn't lie to you," he starts. "Mi just never tell you sup'm...but mi a try work on everything....mi a try and tell yuh."
"Okay," I nod. "So you wanna still talk now seeing that we reach?"
He turns in and park, his eyes on the reverse camera as he does a perpendicular backwards park. I don't know how to do that. Parking is my weakness in driving.
Especially when I'm reversing.
"Tell her yuh reach," he looks up at me. I unclip my seatbelt.
"Okay," I pick up my phone and call Candy's number.
"Hey baby?" she answers.
"Good morning, I'm outside," I say with a sweet voice.
"Okay baby girl," she retorts.
I hang up and see him just searching for a song to play. I watch him silently. The song comes on, Fridayy's When it comes to you.
"Been a meds this lately," he tells me. I go silent, just listening.
Why this a get me emotional?
We stare at each other. He's in deep thoughts. I can say the same for myself. This song was written for us, especially him.
Love nice eno..
"Love at first sight?" I say to lighten the mood.
He doesn't say anything. He's transported to another dimension.
"Can you stop beating up yourself?" I know him too well.
"Mi nah beat up miself," he shakes his head.
"So wah you a do then?"
"It's just that..." he grabs his phone from the arm rest. "Mi a' add this to we playlist."
"It's you..." I say softly. "The song."
"Yeah that mi a say, it's like me been a try express how mi truly feel, mi try yes but all a the things me been a grapple fi say the dawg just say it all fi me inna one song," he explains.
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Not My Type 3: Alternate World
RomanceRemember that regular degular 21-year-old who had it all figured out? Well, surprise! Back to 16 we go, where teenage chaos reigns supreme and I'm just your average girl, in an alternate world as St. Hugh's pride and joy and head girl extraordinate...
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