Hermosa (Beautiful)

Chapter 2

Chapter Edited! By dreamsmadereal

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I couldn't let him make the mistake of kissing me. I couldn't push him away.  He had such a strong grip on me. I did what I had to do, hiding my face in his chest and saying, 

"Thanks Omar for always being there, for being the best friend I could ever ask for. Just please don't ever leave me?" I whispered with tears filling my eyes. I knew for a fact that my they were drenching his shirt.

"Never mi niña bonita." He replied, placing his head on my shoulder.

And like never before I felt protected. I felt warm, I had no worries.  The comments from everyone didn't matter. I knew Omar would never be mine, but I can dream can't I? Even though it kills me when other girls throw themselves at him, I know he doesn't like it by the look he gets on his face every time it happens.

"Want to go inside?" He asked. 

I nodded as he wiped the tears away.

As we walked in I felt the stares from all the customers in the shop. I knew exactly what was going through their minds. How can a fat, ugly girl like that be in the arms of a such good looking guy like him?  As I went to remove Omar's hand from me he, tightened his grip.

"Baby, why don't we order so we can spend the rest of the day doing whatever you like."  He said to me before turning his head to the other customers.  "And as for all of you, I recommend you think before you speak. To put it in a nice way I see your judgmental eyes, so please keep your nose in your business and out of ours."

We walked to the counter where the owner was waiting. We had become great friends with her over time. She was like a second mother to us.

"Momma Ara!" I exclaimed. 

"Oh my little girl, look at you.  I haven't seen you since last year. You look beautiful. But what are you two doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at school?" She asked. 

"Yes bu-"

"Yes momma, but you see I needed to get Ember out. They were hurting her feelings so I knew she needed to come get some ice cream with me." Omer interrupted, smiling down at me.

 "Okay my babies, what would you like?" She asked.

"The usual, Momma." We said together.

"Are you sharing or separate?"

"Sep-"

"We're sharing." Omar interjected.

"Rude." I said as he kissed my forehead.

"Sorry."

"Its okay, but I want a strawberry smoothie. We'll share that too."

"Momma Ara, could you give us each a spoon and a straw?" I inquired. 

"Sure thing honey."

"Thanks." I said as I smiled at her.

"Okay that will be five-fifty. I'll take it your booth as soon as I'm done."

"Thank you!" We replied. 

Omar paid and we went to our sticky red booth by the window.  I stared at him across the table. 

"You know Omar, I really want to thank you."

"Why?"

"Because, you are my best friend even though I look like this."

In my opinion, I looked terrible.  I was having a lazy day and didn't bother to put on an ounce of makeup. 

"Baby girl, you know that I don't care what you look like, you are beautiful as ever to me. And I wouldn't have it any other way than you as my best friend." He said. I could see it was all true. His eyes said it all the way.  He was looking at me with such love...friendly love, of course.

"Thanks Omar."  I blushed.  "That is so sweet of you!" He always knew how to brighten my mood. Every time I want to cry he makes me laugh. 

"Here you are my children, enjoy!" Said Ara, placing out treat on the table. 

"Thanks Momma!" We chimed in unison.

"Anything you need, just call me over okay?"

"Okay."

Omar ordered our favorite: a banana split with a scope of lunar cheese cake, oreo and chocolate chip cookie dough with sprinkles (my favorite), along with a caramel topping (his favorite). I took the spoon and started with the lunar cheese cake.

"Good isn't it?" He asked, uneasy. 

"Yup, what’s wrong?" I pondered ad I took the first sip of the smoothie.

"Its nothing." He said in a monotone, turning his head towards the window. 

"You can tell me anything.  You know that, right?"

"Yes I know, but I don't know how you will take it."

"Just spill it," I stated.

"Not now,"

I let out a frustrated groan and dropped the subject.  He'd eventually tell me.  He knows that he can't keep secrets from me.

We small talked for a while.  I was finally getting annoyed at how he would look at me like he was going to say something, but then stopped himself and took some ice cream.

"What is it that you have to say?" I asked as I started to take a sip of my smoothie.

"Well you see, I was um...wondering if well, you know...you uh...Emberwillyougotopromwithme?"

I was so surprised that I spit out the smoothie and it landed on his face and shirt.

"What?"

"Well you know how prom is a few weeks away. I went ahead and bought our tickets.  All you have to say is yes and we'll go to prom together." He said nervously as he wiped his face with a napkin.

What is wrong with Omar, trying to ask me to prom?  What am I going to say?  He looks on the edge waiting for my answer...I just don't know