Foreigners of Love

5.5

Yara's POV

My classes were cancelled this morning and it just feels so weird that I have the option of just laying in bed. These past few weeks has been anything but cupcakes and rainbows.

As a freshman, you would think that the professors would go easy on me considering the transition from high school to college can be quite difficult. But the fact that it's October and all the students are just waiting for thanksgiving break to happen doesn't help make things any better for anyone.

To make it even worse, Mr. Silas himself I believe has a thing for Naomi. Honestly, I don't even blame him either because she is just so damn beautiful. I mean if it wasn't her pink, plump, and glossy lips then it had to be that ass that she had. I've seen a couple of things and I could tell that she is all natural.

And weirdly enough I find myself even liking how she smelled.  Not to be weird or anything, but she smelled like a mix of vanilla and an earthy musk that I just couldn't quite put my finger on. I don't know it's if it's her perfume, the lotion that she's using, or some type of scented hair product, but she smells the same every single day and I've got to say that it just works for her.

"Earth to Yara, did you hear what I said?"

Turning towards the voice I came face to face with the man himself. The man in my mind that I recognize as my Prince Charming and day dream asking me out on a date sometime soon.

Did I forget to mention that I have a very vivid imagination?

Silas and I have been married a couple times. Of course an American wedding and a wedding in my home country of Senegal with my extended family. Nothing too extravagant, I tend to imagine more of the part where the "I do" is said by both parties and we kiss and actually look happy being with each other.

But then again, I repeat: These are some of the moments that I experience using my imagination and I don't see whatever him and Naomi have ending any time soon.

I mean, if he and Naomi's thing end, I don't think I would genuinely be happy. Whenever they are together they seem to enjoy each others company and she's such a nice girl that I genuinely wish the best for her. But damn, I would lying if I said I didn't want a kiss from her too.

I might be bisexual.

Maybe.

I just love and follow my heart.

"Yara! Are you feeling okay? You're really out of it. Do you want to go the health center?"

Oh shit.

I haven't respond to Silas this whole time?

"N-no no, I was just..... I don't know. What we're you saying?"

"I was wondering if you want to go out to eat this Cuban restaurant near by? Naomi, you, and I. What do you think?"

Naomi, him, and me?

Wait.

Naomi, him, and me?

Oh shit.

Okay, Yara.   Just chill.

Act natural and be smooth with your response.

"That sounds swell. What time should we rendezvous at this eating establishment?"

Nailed it.

"Naomi and I were thinking Friday night at 7."

"I'll be there!"

Satisfied enough with that answer it seems, Silas went back to reading the chapter in his Calculus textbook.
This morning, Silas and I decided to hang out in Harley Quad's study room with his roommate and a couple of my suite mates. We see each other a lot since we live in the same building and thought it would be a good idea for us to study together since we have a lot of the same classes.

We have been in this room for hours and honestly it was nice to talk about something not related to class.

Now what the hell am I going to wear to this little meet up?