Hermosa (Beautiful)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Edited

“W-what?” I stuttered.  

“All you have to do is say yes and we’ll go to prom together.”  He rubbed the back of his neck with his sweaty palm.

I raised an eyebrow.  “And you thought right now was a perfect moment to ask me?” 

“Well you didn’t go last year and since it’s our senior year, I figured, well...that you’d want to be my date.” He said nervously.

“But why me Omar? We will look like the number ten standing next to each other.  There are so many other really pretty girls you can go with, but you ask me?” I stated.

“Because I told you, I will always choose you over anyone else...please Nena, do me the honor of being my date."

“You know that prom is this weekend, right? One: I don’t have a dress, Two: You don’t have a tux, Three: How are we getting there? Four: I don’t like shopping. Five: What color?”

“Well you see, I bought the tickets since we had the chance to pre-order them. To answer your questions and statements, we can go buy a dress right now. I have the tux, I just need you to pick a color to buy the tie. I rented a limo with all our friends. Suck it up baby, because you’re going whether you like it or not. Last but not least, you choose I’ll wear any color you want."

“And that was three months ago and you’re just telling me now?” I started getting upset.

“I was afraid of rejection.”

I could not believe what he just said.  I would never do that to him. Why was he so nervous asking?  He’s my best friend, he should know better.

“But first, you might want to go home and shower, look at you.” I spoke as I started to giggle which turned into a full laughing episode.

“You laugh now, but we’ll see who laughs last.  It’s your fault I’m all dirty.” He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.

Oh God, I can feel my checks heat up.  I must look as red as a tomato. My mind was filled with so many thoughts, not all were good I admit. I shook my head, and thought to myself that he’s my friend...only my friend.

“Oh hell no Sicko, I’m not taking you a shower. You’re a big boy.  You can take care of yourself. I’m not your mom.”

“Oh well, it was worth a try.” He smirked as we stood to leave. I slapped his arm as hard as I could, which was worthless since he was well built.

“Ugh, I hate you sometimes!”

We walked to the counter and called for Momma Ara.

“We have to go Momma, we have a very busy schedule ahead of us. Have a great day, and we hope to see you soon...love you!” We said in unison.

“Hey!” We shouted and looked at each other

“Ha-ha, you two are still the same children I remember. Have fun.  Bye my babies.” She said and hugged us good bye.

We stepped outside and again, Omar beat me to the door.  He opened it but I just stood there.  

“So now where are we going Mr. I’m going to ask my best friend to go to prom with me and wait till the last minute?”

    “Hilarious. Get in the car.” He said with a flat look on his face. I held in the urge to laugh. He ran to the driver’s side and we took off.

     After ten minutes, I noticed we were en-route to his house. It was only nine-thirty in the morning.  There was so much time to kill. We got out of the car and made our way to the front door. He unlocked it and motioned for me to step in. His house never stops to amaze me. He lives in the best part of town. His house is two stories tall, four rooms downstairs and four upstairs. I even have my own room upstairs for whenever I spend the night.

     His living room is enormous.  His mom is a big fan of art, so there are paintings all over the walls. Some are from Frida Kahlo, Michelangelo, Picasso, and those are only the ones I know. There are also a lot of vases and miscellaneous items from the Victorian era. If you haven’t noticed, Omar is rich beyond belief.

“Hey, earth to Em.” He snapped his fingers to bring me out of space.

“What?”

“You seemed so lost, how have you not gotten used to my house yet?  You practically live here.”

“Shut up.” I mumbled.  

“Make me.”

“Fine then don’t, but what are we doing here?”

“I’m going to take a quick shower since well, I’m a mess.”

“Again, I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t worry about it.” He kissed my forehead and ran up the stairs. I sighed and made my way up the stairs to my room.

I couldn’t thank his parents enough for giving me my own room in their house. It was getting awkward sleeping in the same room as Omar at age twelve. My room was painted the color light green, I had many posters of Taylor Lautner on my walls. I had a full size bed and a one person couch. My own desk with a computer I told them I didn’t need, but they insisted. Each room had its own bathroom, and since Omar’s room was right next to mine, I heard the water running. I turned on the TV and turned it to the Mexican Novelas. Watching the show made time fly by.  Once I heard the water stop, I turned off the TV, then made my way to the door and closed it behind me.  From there, I went next door and knocked.

“It’s open, come in.” He yelled behind the door.

As I opened the door I said

“Ready to-"  I  stopped myself.  

Before me stood Omar with only a towel around his waist. My jaw dropped it took me more than a minute to compose myself. I was lost in his gorgeousness, his well-defined six pack, and his muscles...I wanted to feel his muscles. I turned around as fast as I could to leave, but he stopped me and hugged me.

“You like what you see?” He asked.  

I wasn’t looking but without a doubt he was smirking. I answered his question with a question.

“Why didn’t you say you weren’t dressed?”

“To see your reaction,” He whispered in my ear as I felt his warm breath on my neck which made me almost melt right there in his arms.  God help me. I wiggled out of his hug and walked out the door.

“Get dressed...I’ll wait for you downstairs.” I stuttered.

I heard him chuckle as I left the room.  What a jerk.  But he’s my jerk.

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