The Fooo Conspiracy Imagines

Omar Imagine for Kaylena

I stare up at the ceiling of my room, thinking about yesterdays events. To be completely honest, I haven't been able to take my mind off of it.

I was sitting on the beach with the boys. Omar's hand interlocked with mine, as it always was. The sun beat down on us as the day went on and eventually he got up from his spot, releasing his hand from mine.

"I'm gonna go and get us some ice cream." He said before winking at me and walking away. I blushed shaking my head and laughed as I watched him walk down the beach.

"No, Omar, we're good we don't want ice cream anyways." Felix joked from behind me, making the other two boys laugh, and I laughed along with them.

It had been about 20 minutes and Omar still hadn't returned. I think Ogge sensed my discomfort in this situation and offered to walk me down to the ice cream shop to see what was taking him so long. I gladly took his offer and together we were off. As we had approached the ice cream shop, I couldn't help but have a bad feeling. Something wasn't right. I knew it. When we finally reached the shop, I stopped dead in my tracks, as did Ogge, we'd both seen the same thing.

Omar was with a bleached blonde, tanned skinned, obviously Californian girl. He was leaning on one of the pillars outside of the shop. Ogge and I watched as she twirled her hair in her nimble fingers and he flirtatiously touched her arm. I could fee the tears beginning to well in my eyes and Ogge grabbed my shoulders and turned me around.

"Go back to the beach," He told me, "I'll be right there." I didn't hesitate to do as he'd told me and I ran back to the beach, with a sinking, drowning feeling.

I don't know what Ogge said to Omar, or what he did. But one things for sure, Omar knew. I haven't spoken to him since yesterday, and I don't have any plans to for the near future. I don't know how to dscribe how I'm feeling. A little angry, a little sad. a little betrayed. It's like I'm a mix of every bad emotion you can think of. I just can't belive that the only person I trusted with my entire life turned out to be just like everyone else.

I reach to my side to retrieve my phone, 21 missed calls from Omar. I roll my eyes before they start to tear up again. My thoughts begin to blur my mind once again until I am interrupted by te doorbell ringing. My parents aren't home, so I have no choice but to get up and answer it. I roll myself out of my bed and shuffle lazily down the stairs. I take hold of the doorknob turning it and opening to door. I am met by the sad, brown eyes of my now ex Latino boyfriend. I turn to slam the door right back into his face agan, but he stops the door with his foot and pushes it back open.

"Get out, Omar. It's over." I tell him and I know I've done it. he look in his eyes gets even more sad with every word I speak.

"No! Just listen to me!" He yells making me jump a bit. I have never in two years of dating Omar, seen him like this. For the first time in a long time I can't read his expression. To me, he just looks, broken. "It was nothing, she was a fan, I promise. I know what it looked like, but I promise you I would never, im a million years cheat on you." I see how his eyes are tearing up and looking straight into mine. "I need you, Kaylena, I love you. Please, I'm begging you to give me one more ch-" I cut him off by smashing my lips onto his. When I finally pull back i wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face into his neck, letting the hot tears stream down my face and onto his neck.

"I love you, Omar. I forgive you." I say and he hildsme tighter and doesn't let go.

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I'm so sorry it took so long but here itis Kaylena. I hope you liked it :)

~Sarah