Ethel 'n Opal

eight

The fuck wrong with'er anyways?

"Opal, your Nuru was right, she's gorgeous!" Marjani nods with a content smile.

"Huh?"

"Ema!" Opal gives her a wide-eyed look, some color appearing on her cheekbones. Now I'm curious. I know she feels me staring at the side of her face too, but Opal looks everywhere but at me with this tortured expression. Olev huffs in amusement and pats my shoulder in greeting. Marjani takes the gift basket he has in his hand, and offers it to mummy.

"This is for your you. We wanted to officially meet the family of the girl I hear our daughter has been friends with for a while now, and in my home, any occasion is worth a gift basket."

"Oh Marjani you shouldn't have!" I internally groan when mummy gasps and claps in delight like she didn't see the gift in his hand the whole time. She holds it up to the light and I eye it to see what I can take before Marc and 'Bastion get their hands on it.

They get to talking some more, acting as if they've known each other for years. Mummy ends up calling popi over and he appears grumbling begrudgingly. But then he sees Olev and his expression changes completely.

"Aye! My men!"

"Oh-oh! Renaldo? How you been?"

"You know men, doing my best. I didn't know you..."

Clearly me and Opal aren't the only two who know each other between our families.

Speaking of Opal, she tugs the sleeve of my hoodie and whispers, "Can we go?"

I nod, taking the gift basket out of mummy's hand without her noticing, before I lead us to the living room.

"You gonna tell me what that Nuru thing was about?"

"Hm?" I don't even have to look at her to know she's blushing, her tone alone gives it away. This makes me chuckle to myself.

"Keep acting dumb."

I take a break from scrolling through my browser and find myself staring at a concentrated Opal who sits next to me on the couch. I can't even lie, shawty got this cutesy-geek vibe to her that makes her annoying as fuck and attractive beyond her looks at the same time. Not to say her features alone can't stand on their own 'cause that'd be reaching. Shawty face card ain't ever declining. But I'm just saying, her personality combined with allat she packing would make most people wanna cuff.

No wonder Tassie got all territorial that day I was at the dean's office.

Oblivious to my staring, she leans back a bit, stretching her arms up. I peep how her shirt rides up a little, revealing a soft carmel tummy with a little pudge to it. I wet my lips unconsciously, and mug her when she finishes stretching, fixes her shirt, and goes back to typing on the tablet she brought with her. When I finally realize what the fuck I'm doing, I scold myself for even having these thoughts because I only got out of a relationship a while ago. I can't be hopping on to the next pretty face when I'm still healing from my previous heartbreak.