Two Different Souls

chapter 4

Amaya Reina Garcia

I got lost in her beautiful brown eyes. The hell? I got lost into someone's eyes for once.

She had a nice body, nice lip shape... her beautiful dark curls, her brown skin.

I was.. admiring her??

She smelled like vanilla.. or coconut..? More like vanilla.

Her skin looked smooth, I liked her style, I wonder how she looks when she smiles though, she never smiles at me.

Must hate me, or she must be aware, either way I wanted her.

I'm gonna make her mine, probably not by the end of the night, most likely not by the end of the night, but shit.

She's stubborn, this is gonna take time but.. I'm plotting for the first time.

I was admiring her before I heard her attractive voice speak, snapping out of it.

"This got awkward quick.." she said standing up, but I pulled her back down by her wrist.

"Stay, I wanna talk to you." I said, keeping eye contact with her.

"Sure..." she said, rolling her eyes before yanking her wrist away from my hand and standing up, I wasn't boutta give up though.

I pulled her down by her waist where she landed in my lap, I adjusted her body so she could look at me, she looked surprised.

"Please, I want to get to know you." My hands stayed on her waist so she wouldn't move, she didn't respond, her lips were just parted slightly.

I was serious, I wanted to get to know her.

She finally spoke, "Uh- uhm, fine. But I have to get to know you too." She said, trying her best not to sound surprised, I could notice it though.

I smiled, "Okay then..." No one was really near the living room area, but I still wanted to be somewhere private with her, not to get her out her clothes.

"You wanna go somewhere quieter?" I asked her.

She looked at me with that same damn eyebrow raised, what was up with her and eyebrow raising?

"I'm not gonna try anything slick with you." I assured her.

"Alright, we could go to my car.." Shit, I liked the idea of that.

Oh fuck no I gotta stop.

"Lead the way," I said with a slight smirk on my face, she stood up and walked out the door and over to her car, she got in it and I did too.

I saw her typing on her phone before she put it down, she must've noticed me looking.

"I'm checking on Shea..." she said.

I nodded slightly before I said something else.

"Can you maybe turn on some damn music..." I mumbled, loud enough for her to hear though. She looked like she wanted to punch the shit out of me but she just plugged her phone up to the aux and started scrolling through her playlist.

Not gonna ask what I wanna listen to I see. I roll my eyes.

She turned on some song by Frank Ocean, of course.

"So you're a softie..." I said shaking my head slightly.

"A softie for listening to Frank? You must have horrible taste." No one ever caught an attitude with me, kinda turned me on.

The song was Ivy, the volume was slightly low.

"So, what do you want to know about me?" She asked.

Damn I ain't think about this.

"You play any sports?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I play soccer."

"What position?" Soccer was a mid sport to me, basketball for sure better.

"Mid field."

I sighed, "soccer lowkey ass..." I said smiling, I wanted to see if she got mad when I said that, instead she looked at me with a look of judgement.

"It's definitely not."

"Why don't you think it's ass, Kya?" I ask her, paying attention.

"Cause it's not. You know it may seem easy but imagine this, you're running across a field, trying to keep a ball, making sure to not trip over it. Now imagine when you make it to the goal you miss the kick and get the ball stolen from you." She said, her eyes locking in with mine.

The eye contact.

"Podría mirarte a los ojos para siempre..." I muttered.

She looked at me with a small smile, like she was about to tease me though.

"You could get lost into my eyes forever, huh?" She said, it caught me off guard though cause how'd she know what I said?

She noticed I looked confused, "I have Cuban in me." She said, I didn't know that obviously, Cubans are sexy as hell though so that explains a lot.

"Cuban.... What else?" I ask her.

"Haitian and Jamaican... Native American." She replied, I was a little confused.

"You're not African American?" I realized that sounded a little, racist?

"It's not racist don't worry.... I'm not African American though, my dad's side is Jamaican. My mom's like Haitian Creole and Cuban..." I liked that she had a lot in her family.

"What about you though?" She suddenly asked me.

"Oh I'm Japanese and Latina." She looked at me like she was amused.

"Interesting mix... mom Latina and dad Japanese?" She assumed, though she was correct.

I nodded slightly, "mhm."

"That's nice.. never seen someone mixed with those two." She said softly, she was being nice to me finally.

"Yeah I've been told...." I said before changing the subject, "Tell me a list of things you like to do, just anything."

"Well... my favorite movie is avatar,"

Avatar?

"With the blue people?" I asked her, she looked at me with an expression that has no shit written all over it.

"Yes with the blue people," she said rolling her eyes.

Hm.

She started naming her interests and hobbies, and honestly I was here for it.

She was TELLING me things about herself, finally.

I might be winning for tonight.