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(Book 2)Chapter 13- Omari; serious?

 (Book 2)Chapter 13- Omari; serious?

Just can't seem to get over the way you hurt me

Don't know how you gave another who didn't mean a thing, no

The very thing you gave to me

I thought I could forgive you and I know you've changed

As much as I wanna trust you I know it ain't the same

And it's all because you lied

I only give you a hard time

'Cause I can't go on and pretend like

I haven't tried to forget this

But I'm much too full of resentment

I may never understand why

I'm doing the best that I can and I

I tried and I tried to forget this

I'm much too full of resentment

-Beyonce. Don't know the song? You-Tube it. Now.

 

 

 "Leah?!" Oh. So now he wants to talk? Not just hold your head back and wait for it to happen? I ignored anything coming from his mouth and walked straight into the kitchen to put my coat and shoes on; I just wanted to go home.

"Leave her man" Sam said. He's voice getting louder. He walked into the kitchen and looked like he had no-idea what to do with himself; typical Sam; always baffled.

"Errm- why don't you just stay over? It's getting dark and buses are taking long; there's a spare room." He said pointing down the hall way

"Mums gonna be expecting me soon and I don't have clothes" lie. She wouldn't mind- she thinks I have no friends and any time I come home a bit later I can see her dancing with joy in her head but styles it out.

"I'll call her and Katy has spare things- un-oped. She went shopping yesterday" he knew to add the un-opened bit, I would point blank refuse to wear under clothes that some else had worn

"No offence Sam but I just really wanna go home"

"Yeah. And you can go tomorrow. I know your pissed at Omari but leave him okay?" He said ushering me down the hall way and opened a door. It was simple but nice guest room- a bed in the middle a draw and lights- small TV and decorations and desk. It was all in a theme of white and pale purple- kinda like a mini hotel room

"How does Katy get all this money?" I said turning around. Because her career path was doing it!

"Brother and she works in it and I help out sometimes" she's around Sam's age- what job does she have?

"How old is she?" Sam cracked a wide smile.

"Don't watch nuttin" he said smiling walking over to those chairs that spin around. So much for privacy- didn't he know to leave a girl alone when she not in the mood?

"Since I'm staying over can I have your laptop please and some Chinese and Ben and Jerry's please?"

"Rahh. Girls really do eat when there sad- I'll bring up and the phone and laptop"

"And some speakers aswell please if you don't mind" he slyly screwed me but carried on

"Yeah yeah. Gimme a second." I nodded and sat down on the bed as he went to get the things I wanted. He knew better than to try and talk. He probably knew long before me but its okay- I actually felt nothing- I wasn't numb or anything; but any feelings I had right know where just gone. I wasn't angry- sad- mad; happy. Nope. I was just blank; neutral infact; like when you're in lying in bed thinking to yourself. I just wanted to talk to Michelle; friends over boys right?