Temporary Fix

CHAPTER EIGHT

RONNIE

"Oh my god! I have to pee I'll be right back!" Karlie didn't wait for me to respond as she shot back into the restaurant.

       That left me with Omari, Jace, Brett.

       The rest of the night was cool. We joked around and got to know each other a little bit better. There was a few times where I completely disconnected from the conversation due to not relating. Sometimes I would zone out and the only thing that would zone me back in was Omari's voice. For some reason it was like my brain had to register everything that he was saying even if it wasn't something significant. There was a couple times where I didn't realize that I was staring at him until he began staring back. Then it was like oh shit.

"It was really nice meeting you." Brett said softly. It took me back how there was such a flip from his goofiness, to his now serious tone. He was looking me in my eye and extended his hand for me to shake.

       "It was nice meeting you guys too." I responded softly. I placed my hand in his and he shook it softly.  Jace followed suit.

       Jace and Brett had went off into the parking lot of the restaurant, while, surprisingly, Omari stayed put in front of me.

      "So—"

      "Thanks for not telling Karlie about you and me." I cut him off. A small smile came to his mouth as he nodded his head.

       "How did you know that I was with Karlie though? When you texted her letting her know I crashed at your place?"

       "I saw you guys come in together."

       Oh.

      "Did my mom call you?" He asked diverting the conversation quickly.

      I groaned thinking about the fact that I slept with her son! I was basically asking her to give me money, and while she was probably peacefully sleeping,  I was doing rounds with her son. Not only did I feel bad, I felt embarrassed.

      My whole body turned towards him as I closed my eyes briefly, "look," I said as I gained the courage to look him in the eye. "I'm not that girl, okay?  Nothing's wrong with that girl, to each their own, but I'm not that girl. The girl who barely knows you and let's you see me." I referred to his comment from earlier. 

      His eyebrows furrowed as he was in thought. "Tell me then, what kind of girl are you?" He asked.

       He leaned forward, just slightly , but enough for me to smell his cologne. If you had to choose a guy based off his scent and his scent alone, Omari would win that race. He smelt expensive and handsome, yet young at the same time. If it was anything that I learned from Karlie, it was that scents carried ages.

       "I'm the hopeless romantic. The girl who stupidly believes in happy endings and that good guys still exist. I'm the girl who has to love a boy before I climb into his bed." My words came out sadder than intended, but it wasn't as if I was just talking to him. It was as if I was reminding myself as well. When things go south I always tend to self destruct, to do things I wouldn't normally do, things that aren't Veronica.

      His hands raised in surrender, "I got it."

      I let out a sigh of relief at the brief response. "Okay. Okay. Good." I mumbled lowly to myself.

      Omari leaned on the wall before pulling his phone out. Several seconds of silence passed and Omari didn't seem like he had any intention of changing that. Once he took out his phone, he didn't look at me again. His thumb steadily scrolled on his screen.