Miami Heat

Chapter Thirty One: Be Mine..?

"This is Miami Beach?" Omari's eyes widened. I giggled. "It's looks better at night." I told him.

"You wanna walk around or.." I started, but Omari had already left me.

"Omari wait!" He was already walking, admiring the restaurants and stores. He looked like some lost kid at a candy shop. I laughed, and ran to where he was. "Ummm I was thinking that we could go to the actual  beach." I pointed towards the waves. "Even better!" Omari smiled.

We walked together in silence.

"Miami's beautiful.." He said, looking straight at me. I blushed a little. "It sure is."

I took my MK flip flops off, letting my feet feel the warm sand.

"So, why is this your favorite place to be?" Omari asked innocently. "My family would always come here. Like a family time, y'know?" I explained.

"I think I saw your dad when you were in Orlando." Omari said.

"Yea.." I looked down at my pedicure. "I didn't see your mom, doe."

"She's dead.." I said quietly.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry!" Omari grabbed me by the waist, and gave me a hug.

I really needed that, on the low. I inhaled his cologne.
You smell gooooood...

I pulled away. We both looked into each others eyes for about thirty seconds.

It's as if he really cared about me, or something.

"Wanna continue walking?" I broke the awkward silence.

"Uh, yea." He nervously laughed. I smiled. The sun was setting. "Just, look at it!" He awed at the sight.

"Look at what?" I asked obliviously. "The sunset. The clear water beach. The stuff to do. Everything in Orlando is either about some Disney or Universal Studios shit!" He said. I laughed.

"I guess.." I stared the crashing waves. The salty air made my nose tingle.

"Hey, how about we go for a swim?" Omari asked.

"Oh hell naww! Sharks could come and eat my lil ass up!" I snapped.

Omari bust out laughing.

"I'm not going.." I crossed my arms.

"I'll protect you." Omari hugged me from the back. His arms caressed me. I didn't want him to let go either.
Ebony do NOT fall for him! Stop that shit!

"Please...For your new friend?" He pleaded. I sighed deeply.

"Only fuckin once!"

"You're the best!"

"Of course, of course..."

*

"Oh gawddd! I'm soaked!" I gasped for air. Omari had thrown me in the water, clothes and all.

"It was fun, wasn't it?" He laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Imma get yo ass!" I pushed him.
PING! PING! PING!

"Oh, that's my phone." Omari took it out. I saw the caller ID...
Keisha.

I lump formed in my throat.

"Hey, wassup...yea I can't talk right now...hmm?...sorry not now...okay bye." Omari hung up. "Who was that?" I asked, even though I already knew.

"A friend.." Omari tried not to make eye contact. I nodded, even though Keisha wasn't no friend. She was the one giving head to all the niggas at South Beach High... Matter fact all the niggas in Miami.