A Summer Storm

Chapter 2

"Hello," sex god greets me, flashing his pearly white, straight teeth at me; making my knees turn into jell-o. "Can I rent ice skates for an hour, please?" he asks his voice deep and rumbley.

"Hello, welcome to The Sports Complex, my name is Oakley. Of course, what size skates do you need?" I say to this sexy god in front of me as the door chimes again alerting me to more costumers.

"Size 11, please," sex god replies as three other males stand next to him. He flashes them all a smile but one he gives an even broader smile.

"Hey baby," sex god greets the one male who is built similar to me but instead of having dirty blond hair, he has light brown hair styled similar to mine.

"Hi babe," the guy greets as he turns to me with a glare. "I need size 9 skates," he snears and sex god doesn't even bat an eye at his attitude at me.

Nodding I turn to the other guys and they tell me what size skates they need and I head off to grab two size 11's, a size 9 and a size 10 skates. Coming back I hand them to the four guys in front of me.

"That'll be $8 please," I tell them avoiding sex god and his boyfriends gazes. One of the other guys hands me a ten and I give him his change. "We close in an hour, have a nice time," I tell them as the one who handed me money keeps staring at me causing me to raise an eyebrow at him in question.

"Aren't you Oakley Williams, the guy who was pregnant last school year?" the guy who was staring asks as everyone grabs their skates causing them to stare at me. Oh, fuck me, I'm uncomfortable now.

Nodding as I reply, "Yes, that's me. I'm sorry but do I know you?"

The guy nods, flashing me a huge grin. "Yeah, I'm Jamie Johnson, I'm friends with Haley and Austin."

I stare at him for a moment before realization hits me like a truck. I remember him know, he was one of the first people who defended me when people figured out I was pregnant.

"Yeah, I remember you," I tell him completly embarressed. "Thanks by the way."

Jami nods while mumbeling "You're welcome."

"What a second, your that Oakley Willaims, who's boyfriend died due to a gang shooting?" sex god asks in his knee jerking baritone voice.

Before I can even answer his boyfriend barks out on an evil laugh, "Of course he's that freak that was pregnant. What normal guy can become pregnant let alone keep those sinful creations and birth them? It's probably a blessing for Owen that he was killed so he didn't have to live with that shame of having a freak of a boyfriend and imbominations."

Tears instantly fall from my eyes at his words. I know my babies are not  imbominations but I feel that everything else he said about me and why Owen is no longer with me is truth.

"Oak," I hear my manager, Judy, say as she comes to the front from her office. "Hey what's the matter?" she demands once she sees the tears as she eyes the four guys in front of me. "Are they harrassing you?"

Shaking my head I mumble out that I need to go before I take off to the office to punch out so I can go home. I know I shouldn't let his words bother me but I can't help it.

As I enter the office I hear sex god, "Kyle, what the hell is wrong with you?!"

Punching out I grab my keys and head back out mumbling a 'sorry' to Judy as I head toward the door to leave without looking at the guys that are staring at me. "I need the four of you to leave for upsetting my employee."

Turning to her from the door, I tell her, "Judy, it's fine, he was right. I am a freak and I was the reason Owen died but my son's are not imbominations; they're sweet innocent babies that will never know the love that Owen had for them."