Summer Schooled

9: Ayla

I felt like crying on the way home. I saw the look on Omari's face and I knew I really hurt him. Shit is just so weird right now and I don't know what I'm feeling. This would be a lot easier if I didn't have to see him five days a week. When I got home, Xavier and Donavan were in the kitchen, probably because they had the munchies. I text Olivia and told her to come over. I had so much pent up inside me I had to get it off my chest and I knew she was dying to know. She came over quickly and came right up to my room.

"What's up?" Olivia closed the door behind her.

"I gotta all this off my chest." I sighed. I told her everything, not that there was much to tell. From me giving him that first ride home, to the kiss at the party and us almost having sex in my room.

"Oh my god," her mouth was hanging open, "I knew something was up, but I had no idea about all that stuff."

"Yeah. Now we're stuck in this awkward 'what next' phase." 

"Do you wanna date him?" She asked.

"No." I felt like I was lying, but the answer wasn't yes either. 

"What do you wanna do? Just be fuck buddies or something?"

"I-" I hesitated. Her suggestion reminded me of my dream. It felt so real. His chocolate body moving in rhythm with mine. I could feel every part of him. I couldn't believe that it almost actually happened. Olivia was still talking but I hadn't even heard her.

"Ayla," she raised her voice, "is that what you want?"

"No. He's too good for that." I was telling the truth this time.

"Too good? Are we talking about the same person?" Olivia was in disbelief. 

"Omari is a lot more than just a thug. He has feelings and he's easy to talk to." Now that I think about it, we hadn't had any deep conversations but I did enjoy talking to him. Omari was like a big teddy bear to me now.

"I believe you. I mean, you rarely come to me with boy problems so I know this is serious." 

It was serious. Two months ago if you brought up the name Omari "O-Dog" Anderson I probably wouldn't have even known who he was. Now he's on my mind constantly like a song I can't get out of my head. I wasn't sure what I wanted with Omari but I knew it would kill me if I tried to just be friends with him. I was trying to figure out what to say next when Olivia's phone rang. 

She smiled when she looked at the screen and answered it immediately. I assumed it was some boy by her flirtatious tone. 

"Who was that?" I asked when she hung up. 

"Leon. He wants to go out to eat."

"Didn't I tell you to leave him alone?"

"I tried, but he won't leave me alone and I can't help if someone is interested in me."

Leon was an infamous character and the most recent memory I had of him was driving past him and his boys on the street, probably selling drugs. Olivia was way too pretty and definitely not suited for the type of lifestyle Leon had. 

"Wanna come with us?"

"He asked you." I really didn't want to be around him.

"Please? He'll probably try to take me home and fuck me after if I go alone. Not that it's necessarily a bad thing, but-"

"I'm going." God forbid I let Olivia go alone, she'd probably end up pregnant. 

Olivia told Leon to come pick us up from my house, a decision I nearly slapped her for. I didn't want him knowing where I stayed. He pulled up in a big black SUV with tinted windows and shiny rims, very fitting for his character. We walked to the car and he rolled down the window.