My Soft Spot: Prequel

II

Somebody is really in my spot. MY. SPOT. He gotta be new here. That's been my spot for years. Nah slime.

He wasn't looking in my direction, but I was able to point some features out as I walked closer.

His hair was really curly but in a cute short Afro way. He was wearing a white shirt that was a bit tight just to show off his muscles but loose enough for him to breathe in. As my eyes wondered, I noticed his black jeans were slightly below his waist which briefly exposed his blue Calvin Klein's boxer briefs, and he finished the outfit with some white g Nikes. He was just dripping in the sauce.

I shook my head to shake away the thoughts. No Keomi focus. Remember your spot.

"Hey!" I shouted to capture his attention.
"That's my spot." I pointed to the space he was sitting on. He turned his head to look around before he looked back at me.

"Ion see yo name on it." His accent was dripping onto his words.

"It doesn't have to be! Getcho ass out my spot!" I said not backing down.

He let out a small laugh before he jumped down in front of me. I had to admit he was really cute.

"What's your name beautiful?"
"Keomi..." I said unfazed by his compliment. "What about you curly?"

"Keyshawn..." the curly headed boy said, "my friends call me Kenny."

Taking another look at him, I took a detailed look at him. The way the Sun purposely made his dark caramel skin complexion gracefully blessed my eyes. Lord, please forgive my sinful young hormones and heart for they do not know what this boy is doing is simply standing in front of me. And his smile gracefully curved into a dorky yet cute curve that only pushed his dimples into sight.

"Well Curly fry, you were in my spot." I said folding my arms.
"Since you're cute, we could share it." He said simply shrugging his shoulders.
"Hahaha. Yeahhh no. I don't share my spot."
"Pleaseeeee?" Now how did he master the puppy eye look?

I took a deep breath before nodding my head. "Fineeee. Come on Curly fry." I started to climb the tree with him behind me.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" He said as we reached the branch that wasn't too far from the ground. I shrugged my shoulders as I gently tugged and pushed a single curl out of his face.
"It's my own personal nickname for you."
"Oh." He simply said as he bit his lip like he was thinking about something.

I started to ask him what was on his mind until I heard a familiar car door closing.

"KEOMI! There you are! Did your grandmother forget to remind you that you have volleyball practice and a game today?" My birth mother yelled at me.

I mentally face palmed myself. Shit. That was only word that came to my mind.

"Coming!"

I looked back at him, and it was as if he was in some sort of trance. I snapped my fingers to wake him up. He looked at me one last time before he quickly put his head down blushing out of embarrassment. Awhhh, he looks so cute blushing.
"SSorry." That was the only thing he was able to say.

"Weirdo. Listen, I have a game tonight. If you wanna come, you and your family are welcomed. " I said before going inside my bag and pulling out the flyer for the game.

As she blew the horn for what felt like ages, I took off running towards her car. I wondered if it's illegal to dismantle a car and sell it for more books.