"omar, i need you to take me to school." i pouted, my car wouldn't start up and it was about an hour walk. omar had just walked out of his house, unaware of my situation.
"okay thats cool." he shrugged. walking down the steps of his house.
"you don't want to know why i need a ride?"
"no," he laughed. "were friends, you don't need an excuse." i had forgotten that he actually cared.
we both hopped in, he handed me the aux and asked me to play something.
"umm, but what if we don't have the same music taste." i didn't like showing people my music, was scared they would put me down for it.
"don't be silly, im sure well be fine." he smiled and looked down at my shirt, signaling that he liked brockhapmton.
"oh okay!" i smiled and played 1998 truman, i loved matts part. i loved all of matt's parts, he was truly head bitch. omar and i started rapping along until bearface's part came, thats when omar started to sing. he had a beautiful voice.
"oh my god omar, i didn't know you could sing!" the song finished and i looked at him, shocked. he blushed and shook his head.
we had finally arrived at school when daisy ran up to omar's car.
"CELESTE GUESS WHAT?!" she screamed as i got out of the car.
"calm down daisy, whats up?"
"i just scored us 2 tickets to a brockhamton concert!" she waved the tickets in my face, i grabbed one to read it.
"the 21? thats in 3 days," my eyes widened. "how did you even get these?" she went on and one about how she found them when i realized omar, he was just standing there quietly. i felt bad because i knew that he enjoyed brockhapmton as much as us, but he couldn't go.
"omar are you okay?" i asked him once daisy skipped off to her class. omar and i were still by his car.
"yeah im fine, don't worry about me." he weakly smiled.
"is it because you can't go to the concert?" he sighed and and rested his head on his hand.
"no," he shock his head. "its much more than that."
"then what is it?" i tilted my head.
"i think i like you." he looked down as if he was ashamed (HEHE).
"and i know how you feel about me and getting into a relationship, thats why i haven't said anything." he ran his fingers through his hair, which was actually really hot.
"what do you mean 'how u feel about me?' i don't hate you!" i was starting to get a little angry, how could he assume something that isn't true.
"no, i know that. i just... i know that you don't feel the same way." he stammered, i could tell he was starting to get a little worried.
"well how you know that? i could literally be in love with you and you wouldn't know." i crossed my arms and rested my weight on one leg.
"are you in love with me?" he poked.
"no!" i laughed and pushed his shoulder, he laughed too.
"so was last night like a test?" i asked him.
"a test for what?"
"to see if i liked you?" he got closer to me and stared deep into my eyes (ew).
"maybe." he smirked, he then kissed me, pulling me closer.
RINNNGGG
"damn, theres the bell" he pulled away and ran off, leaving me sitting there wondering, what did i just get myself into?
