omar catches your attention

then we resumed walking, quietly as if nothing of all that morning mess had really existed. Linda was several meters ahead of me and Omar who instead walked practically next to each other.

He started to lightly hit my arm to call my attention.

<< what's up? >> I asked, looking at him without obviously stopping.

<< about this morning ... >>.

I figured he was going to leave at that point, I turned red thinking about it.

He was my childhood friend and the thing he had done, not even seemed true.

I hit him on the shoulder with a right.

<< You fucked me! asshole >> I commented making him giggle. He had always been one with the ready answer, in fact he did not wait too long.

<< you seemed to like >>.

I felt a boil hit my face and torso, I had probably become red like a pepper, in fact the boy fingered my ass.

<< what a fuck Omar! You're a jerk >> I screamed trying to do the hard not to show weak to certain attention, in fact I hit him with a fist and probably that hurt him as he gave a moan of pain massaging his shoulder.

<< Milena is right >> Linda chuckled, probably without understanding the context of the situation.