Not My Type 3: Alternate World

64. Radar

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📍BEVERLY HILLS, ST. ANDREW
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"It...wasn't really a fight, we just did a play and it kinda get outta hand a dat mi dida try tell yuh," I say abashedly.

Mommy goes off, Nickoi smirks.

Mi hate Nickoi so til'!

So yuh say...

"Zara yuh see man, don't put yuh hand pan dem! The same way how yuh hand can claat dem, dem ago claaat yuh back and it ago worst!" she's irate.

Nickoi has an annoyed look on his face as he lotions his body.

"Mi know this and mi no practice fi put me hand pan Nickoi we just did carried away and mi dida try cheer him up," I defend.

"Well don't put you hand back pon NOBODY son!"

She's pissed, but she a do the style weh Jamaican parents cuss dem own Pitney instead of the other.

"Mommy knows best.." he mutters. I roll my eyes.

The tension can't go unnoticed. Ugh! I hate this.

I listen as she continues her rant. He's now looking, I can tell he hates how she's talking. He's about to snap anytime soon.

Oh' lord...

"...ANY day yuh make none a this happ'm to yuh again me a lick yuh pan top a it. Even if yuh no wrong! Member me tell yuh dat! Act like yuh hand dem lef up inna me. Walk away from problem!"

He kiss his teeth.

Watch ya?

"Who start it?" Nickoi walks closer. He has a smug look on his face.

She hears it and says. "Zara get ready mi deh pan me way."

I can't believe this.

This never happen. Nickoi and mommy not getting along?

Jesus Christ..

From Rick dead him just reckless. It's like in his head anybody can get it.

His dad...

His friends..

Me...

Now mommy?

He pulls a white tees over his head, then step in his underwear.

"Mi hate you," I say passionately.

Him a try rub it in.

"You a try make me look like a villain but eveything good," he shakes his head.

Hear this crosses.

This is why mi dida try hide miself eno man!

"No, mi never a try do that. Me know it would seem that way and that's why me never wah mommy see my lips and mi dida' try tell her and she wouldn't let me talk," I explain.