The Wrong Crowd [Wattys 2020]

Chapter 22

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Tami gently pushed a flustered Dami to the side before shooting Ore a warning glare. Ore stood perplexed as her eyes nervously darted between the two. Her gaze subconsciously trailed to the bulge in Dami's black slacks.

Ore gulped watching Tami smoothen the light crease in her skimpy jean skirt. Tami seemed all riled up, her wavy blonde wig was all over the place and her yellow button down blouse rided above her belly button.

"Were you guys making out the whole time?" Ore asked incredulous. She sent Dami a scathing glare as he scratched the stubble on his chin and shuffled about his feet. This was the first time Dami was acting embarrassed in front of her and she felt an intense heat creep up her cheeks.

Tami patted her hair and adjusted her top before taking a step forward in Ore's direction.

"It's not it seems like," Tami started coyly.

"Hey, why do you have to explain to her?!" Dami asked huffing under his breath. Ore lifted her head proudly and gave him the once over before letting out a garish long hiss.

"You be fuck boy na." Ore crossed her arms and pursed her lips for effect.

"Look . . . " Tami snapped a finger in front of Ore's face to convey the fact that she was still in the picture. "It's okay, we were just trying to have a conversation!"

Ore snorted in disbelief and tightened her bag strap on her shoulder.

"Oooh, having fun and missing a chemistry test?" Ore was livid and the words tumbled out of her mouth in a rush.

"You have been in and out of school Tami, what is wrong with you?" Ore guffawed. Tami slung her small purse and bit hard on her glossy lips before answering,

"Are you stalking me? It seems like you have been keeping tabs lately."

Ore blew out a breath and gave Tami a questioning stare. She mouthed a 'really' under her breath before looking at Dami who was typing something on his screen. He jammed a hand into his pocket before placing his iPhone on his ear.

The harsh rays of the sun reflected on his apple series watch and danced around in Ore's eyes. She marvelled at how sophisticated Dami looked in a pressed corporate shirt with a black tie and the same colour of two piece suit. He definitely wasn't coming from class dressed like that. Dami's jaw flexed as he spoke harshly into the mouth piece.

A minute or so lapsed in awkward silence. Ore twisted her toes in her leather sandals and began to wonder the chemistry that Tami and Dami had together. It was obvious that they had sex a couple of times judging from the way Dami acted so carefree and relaxed around her. A mild glow even showed on his caramel coloured skin.

The scrunching of a car tire on the asphsalt jolted Ore out of her reverie and she squinted her eyes to stare a black shiny Range Rover basking in the sunlight. Ore's jaw dropped and from the corner of her eye, she spotted Tami staring wide-eyed.

"New car?" She threw before pulling Dami in for a sensuous kiss. They pulled apart only when Philip cut out the sound of the engine and stuck his head out of the open window.

"Hey man, you coming or what?" Philip asked wrinkling his nose at the precarious sight. His eyes collided with Ore's and he smiled sunnily. What the hell? Ore couldn't imagine Philip and Dami being friends even after the brawling fight they had on Saturday.