Chapter 8

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Author's Note:

To all the readers of 'Hermosa' I apologize for not updating since like November! I do have a life outside of wattpad. So you can guess what happened. I hope you all don't hate me that I haven't updated. Also the fact that I wasn't really feeling this story anymore. I was going to give up on it. I had terrible writers block (-_-), I hope this chapter does justice and makes up for all my lost time. Not Edited!

Love, Isabel

Now to the Chapter 8****

“Nena, this is the fifth time we been around the school. We have to face your fears sooner or later. We can’t keep driving around. Class is going to start in about ten minutes.” Omar spoke to Ember.

Ember couldn’t react all she could think about is what will they say about her. Call her names. She didn’t want them to know that they were together, she wasn’t embarrassed just scared of criticism. She was numb looking out the window playing around with the sleeve of her sweater. Pulling and tugging at the grey cuff of the sweater. Her brain was trying to create scenarios where nobody notices but being in a school where gossip runs like cheetahs there was no way out of it. Omar gave the full complete fifth time around the school and pulled into the student parking area. He went through two rows of full parking spaces, before he finally found one of the few empty ones under a pine tree with bright green leafs. He parked his vehicle like the pro driver he is and killed the engine. He turned to face Ember. 

"Nena.." he began. His feelings torn. How could she feel that way. Why does she care so much of what people think. His feelings were real, there is no one else that he would rather be with. 

"Omar, I-I'm sorry. I know deep within me that I shouldn't care what people think, but I just can't help it. I just want you to know that I love you, more than words can say-" She was intrupted.

"Shh nena. I know" He unbuckled his seat belt and leaned closer to her. Until they were forehead to forehead. 

"Te amo" they spoke in unison. They began to laugh. They did belong together.

Omar looked at his watch. 7:55 am.  They had to get going.They had five minuets to get to class and they still had to stop by their lockers. Omar hated that he had to kill the moment that they were sharing by pulling away. Seeing that pain stricken face on Ember made his heartache. He was going to make it up to her no matter what.

"We should get going princess." He said as he pulled the keys out of ignition and shoved them in his front right pocket and let his white packers lanyard hang off his pocket. He opened the door and got out of the car. Closed the door shut slowly it was still a part of him. Omar ran to open the door for Ember before she could open it herself. 

"There you are my lady" as he offered his hand for her to take it.

"Thank you my gentleman." She chuckled as she took his hand and stepped out of the car. Once she stood in front of him he took her other hand. They looked intensely into each others eyes. Omar was first to make a move, he leaned his head down towards Embers'. The closer their lips came together sparks began to fly. Their lips finally closed the distance, the sensation of the sparks spread through their bodies. Causing shivers to go through every fiber in their body. 

"Get a room you two!" Hilda exclaimed. Then there was the sound of a click. "This is so going on your wall Ems. Titled: This is why Em goes to school" she said more to herself than to them. They were in their own world.

Embers and Omars lips still locked at that point. Omar began to lightly peck her lips until their lips were apart, forehead to forehead once again. They opened their eyes, a smile brought upon Embers' face. She had found love; despite the fact that everyone brought her down she had a reason to fight back. To not give up, she now realized that she was proud to be in a relationship with Omar and no one can get in the way. Omar returned her smile, but then that smile became a smirk. That gorgeous smirk Ember had always thought of being so sexy.

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