Summer Schooled

8: Omari

My self-control had hit its all time high. I don't know how in the hell I stopped myself from going all the way with Ayla. I mean, she was right there! All I had to do was say the word I know she would've been down...or at least I think so. Had she even had sex before? Probably not. But I didn't want to have just sex with Ayla, I wanted to make love to her. Goddamn, is this really me? I never thought I'd actually say something like that. O'Shea always told me that when I find the right girl, I'm not gonna want to just fuck her, I'll want to make love to her. Does that make Ayla "the right girl"? I don't what the hell I'm feeling right now, but being only one room away from her isn't helping.

I opened the door to Donavan's room as slowly and quietly as I could and slipped in. My phone was only charged a little more than it had been before I went to Ayla's room, but our little episode forced me to get out of there. Iverson was still up on his phone while Donavan was out like a light. Iverson turned toward me when I came in.

"You get the charger?"

"Nah." I avoided eye contact with him.

"What took so long then?"

"Uh, she kept looking for one but came to find out she didn't have it."

"Oh really?" Iverson raised his eyebrow and I knew he was about to start asking questions.

"Yes, really."

"Nothing happened in there? Y'all didn't mess around or nothing?" Iverson sat up.

"Hell no." I sat down near him.

"How would you feel if I said I didn't believe you?" He smirked.

"I would think you're just tryna start something."

"I'm not. All I'm saying is I've seen the way you look at her and how you react whenever her name comes up. It's not a big deal if you're feeling her."

"I'm not," I lied. "so drop it."

"Whatever you say, O." Iverson chuckled and lay back down looking at his phone.

I laid down and put my phone next to my pillow. I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn't stop thinking about what happened. To make it worse, I could literally get up right now and pick up where I left off, no question. But I know I can't do that. it would complicate whatever was going on between us. I'm definitely not in love with Ayla, but I know it's more than a crush. I have a lot of feelings for her that I need to figure out.

The next morning I woke up before Donavan and Iverson. I had to go to school. Ugh. I threw some clothes on and sprayed some cologne on my neck before leaving the room. I closed the door behind me and peeked over to Ayla's door. It was open and she wasn't in there. I went downstairs and there she was, bent over getting something out of the refrigerator. She must've known I was coming because the view she was giving me was something I couldn't look away from. She stood up straight and saw me out of the corner of her eye and closed the fridge door quickly. The tension in the air was so goddamn thick I could cut it with a knife. I wasn't sure if I should say something so I just stood still. Ayla wasn't saying anything, she just stood across the kitchen looking down at her feet and occasionally up at me. I decided to stop acting like a bitch and walked toward her.

"Good morning." I greeted her.

"Hey." She sighed.

"You sleep good?" Now why the hell did I ask that?

"I slept okay. Had a weird dream though." She was looking right at me.

"What's that?" I was nervous as hell for some reason.

"I had a dream we- that we, um...." She trailed off.

"We what?"

"We had sex. I had a dream we had sex."