Two of a Kind

8

CHAPTER 8 PLAYLIST
Just Friends (Sunny) - Musiq Soulchild
Cleanin' Out My Closet - Eminem
Beautiful - Snoop Dogg, Pharrell, Charlie Wilson
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Kamryn

We went to the mall since it was so close by and ended up going to the arcade after I convinced her that if she could beat me at air hockey then she could have lunch on me.

After a playing a couple games against each other, she devastatingly lost every time after I let her tie the entire game until the last point.

She complained that I cheated both times but of course I denied all accusations like Rick Ross.

"False accusations!"

She took a picture of the scoreboard and I flip off the camera out of habit. Hopefully, she don't take offense to it. I don't mind her taking the picture. Honestly, I doubt she's even gonna keep it after I photobombed her pic.

We went and chose our own food from the food court. We both waited in line with each other while making small talk. I got Japanese food while she got Jamaican food. Then we picked a empty table and sat down together.

"How come you don't talk about your dad much?" She asks. My eyebrows immediately scrunch together. Where did that come from?

I sip on my pink lemonade before I answer her out-of-the-blue question. It put a bad taste in my mouth to talk about him. I'm trying to mask my discomfort, but I can't stand this topic.

"Yeah.. so, he's in prison. He got charged for aggravated assault with firearm. He used to beat on my mom and shit. I haven't seem him since I was 15." I answer with not an ounce of sorrow. I hate thinking about him. I had to take another sip to cool down my body. I felt like my blood was boiling thinking about him.

"Damn. I'm so sorry to hear that. I'm sorry I asked." She bites her lip and awkwardly fiddles with her plate.

"It's cool. It's not my story, it's his."

"You right." She says ripping the plastic off her utensils. "You and your mom don't deserve that kind of energy."

"What's that chicken or pork?" I ask, smoothing the conversation to a different topic.

"It's brown stew chicken with rice and peas. You ever had Jamaican food before?"

"No. I eat a lot of Chinese food though." I say.

"Whaaat?? I'll take you to a real Jamaican restaurant one of these days. You don't know real food until you try it. Here."

She scoops up some rice soaked in gravy with a piece of chicken on top. Her fork pauses in front of my mouth and she motions for me to take a bite of it. "Hmm." I close my eyes, the foreign palate of spices on my tongue was pleasant.

"Like it?" She watches me chew the rice and experience the combination of flavors.

"Yeah. That's good." I sip a bit of my juice. "I should've got that." I say.

"See, and that's nothing compared to a homemade version." She mixes the gravy all around her rice.

"I see."

"What's that?" She asked, referring to my plate. I pointed at all my entrees for clarity.

"I got lo-mein, fried rice, teriyaki chicken and spicy chicken with peppers."

"Mm. It looks good."

"And is. You wanna try?" I ask.

"Mhm." She nods her head while staring at my food.

I grab a spoonful of rice and feed her some of my bourbon chicken.

She covers her mouth as she chews. "Mmm."

"Yeah. I fuck with Asian food heavy. They might know a lil something with they recipes over there." I poke my lip.

"You think you wanna catch a movie after this?" She asks.

Another movie night? As much as I want to say yes, I have a class at 8am. It's already a quarter 'til eight.

"Can we rain check? I have an 8am tomorrow." I ask.

"Damn. I'm sorry to hear that." She says.

"Me too." I chuckle.

We enjoyed our food and ending up having a deep ass conversation. She shared how she had an ex who she thinks might've cheated on her. She was being blunt as hell cause she also mentioned she had no proof.

Regardless, her point made me realize it's safer that we both get tested before getting any type of serious. Last time I got tested was after Xia and I broke up but I hadn't been with anybody since.

I mean I had quickies every blue moon, but giving strap to hoes is like shaking a strangers hand. I forget that shit even happened. Plus, I only gave head to two people in my entire life and that was my ex and some girl I met at a summer camp in middle school. Besides that, everybody else was just an experience. If we only kissed or fingered, I don't count them as bodies.

Here we were trying to set boundaries and shit. I like it. I respect her for her transparency. It was like we were already on a mission but haven't directly expressed it to one another.

We both want to do a lot to each other. It's more than obvious. Our chemistry is palpable. You can almost feel it pull our bodies together. More importantly, we connect mentally too.

I can't lie. I really like Amari. I want to kiss her right now, but I wanna show restraint, out of respect.

She doubted that I could genuinely like her, just this morning. I could tell when she asked me that strange question, like would it still be okay if she wasn't the same from the party, she's the reserved type. As if we weren't under the influence, in a dark ass house.

She just didn't give off an overthinking type at the plaza and definitely not at that party.

Now that I think of it, I get why she kept asking all those questions. Today confirms it. She must like me more than a little. It's just felt and not spoken for. Her body language says it all.

She's trying to get to know me to gauge my potential. I'm flattered.

My heart staying on lock so nobody gets hurt. I can tell she a keeper but I just got to campus. I can't be moving so fast.

I'm glad me and Zendaya didn't have sex. I gotta talk to her about getting tested just to be on the safe side for both of us, too.

After eating, we cleaned our table. I gave her a piece of gum then tossed one in my mouth.

I stood up then trashed my plate. She stood up then bagged the rest of her food to-go. I returned to our table and we stood inches apart.

"Can I have a hug?" I ask.

"Yes." Her angelic eyes were sparkling.

She wraps her arms around my neck while I wrap my arms around her waist. I cross my hands over the small of her back letting my fingers graze her ass. I didn't grab it, although it crossed my mind.

I rested my nose in the crook of her neck and lingered in the hug for a moment. I exhaled softly. A constant air tickled her neck, then I inhaled her scent—cocoa butter and strawberry. I wanted her to feel my energy after only spending half a day with her. It was calming yet electric.

I grabbed her hand as I took a step back.

"I'll talk to you later." I look in her eyes then at her lips. The gap between us extended and just like the first night, she slipped right out of my fingers.

She nodded then I walked away. Her soft smile was the last image I had of her on my mind.

I might sketch her when I get home.

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