Page 53 of Pride High 3: Yellow

“Okay!”

They went through the routine again before Faith grabbed his hand and dragged him over to a tree. The sisters took turns hanging from a low branch while contorting themselves into different shapes. Omar walked around the trunk while filming them from different angles.

“Do you want to see something really crazy?” Hope asked, pulling herself up into the tree. She did a handstand on top of the low branch, which was impressive enough, but she wasn’t done yet.

“Watch this!” Faith said, taking his hand in excitement.

And that’s when he started to get uncomfortable, because she wasn’t leading him anywhere. She intertwined her fingers in his and squeezed tighter in anticipation as Hope carefully lifted a hand off the branch, balancing her entire weight on one arm.

“Wow,” Omar said as he peered through the viewfinder.

“What are y’all up to?” a new voice drawled.

Omar tore his attention away from the stunt. Keisha Hart was walking toward them, her eyes moving from the branches of the tree down to the hand that still held his. Omar hurriedly shook it off.

“Hey!” he said. “You have to see this. It’s amazing!”

“That’s what brought me over here,” Keisha replied. “The theater group has already signed these two. We have exclusive rights to their talent. I’m confiscating your footage.”

“No way!” Omar said, cradling his camera protectively. He couldn’t wait to rewatch what he’d filmed, if only to figure out how they’d managed each trick.

“Keisha is our choreographer,” Hope explained, hopping down from the tree.

“Although I bet we could teach her a few tricks,” Faith added.

“I have no doubt,” Keisha said easily. “You two might just save the play, if we can’t find anyone who can sing.”

“They’ll see our moves and forget about the rest,” Faith boasted.

“That’s why I plan on putting you front and center,” Keisha replied. “Wanna work on some ideas together?”

Hope nodded eagerly. “Sure!”

Keisha turned to him. “Don’t you have somewhere to be? Like hanging out with your girlfriend?”

“What?” Faith cried, sounding dismayed. “You have a girlfriend?”

Keisha raised an eyebrow at this, as if he’d been purposely hiding the fact from them.

“Yeah, of course,” he said. “I’m madly in love with her.”

There. That should do it.

Faith rolled her eyes, as if he was being stupid. Hope didn’t seem bothered either way. Keisha still had a funny look on her face.

Omar checked his watch. “I gotta get to work,” he said.

“Can you make us a copy of the tape?” Hope asked.

“No problem,” he said, eager to get away. “See ya.”

“Bye, Omar,” Faith said in flirtatious tones.

Even though she knew he was taken? He didn’t get it. After he walked away, Omar breathed out a sigh of relief, grateful that he was already with Silvia, because girls were freaking confusing!

CHAPTER 9

February 28th, 1993