SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI - CHAPTER 10 !

pairings; teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary; Siana learns things the hard way. So does Miguel.

warnings/notes; phone sex 🥲 underage sex, gabriel getting walked in on F-F-FUCKING, a lil sprinkle of manaias mum and her lore 😞😉 jealous miguel, busted my ass trying to spell everything in samoan, and its still shit mb gang. trifling ass gabriel 😭 not proofread

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One can only imagine the humiliation someone can experience when they're weeping on the small, sharp rocks laid out in front of the house they once called home. Their fragile body can do nothing but shake and tremble as tears fall continuously down their hot face.

Those in Samoa who didn't have properly built walls around the comfort of their home, just a few pillars to hold a roof, were expected to hear the commotion from the larger house that they enclosed.

"Ga'o lou kē kē mai i lou kaemaile," A voice spat. A voice that held such authority over the poor teenagee that trembled on the ground. "Alu ese ma i!" [1 - just looking over here, you dogshit] [2 - get away from here!]

"Fa'amole, tinā. Fa'amagalo mai iā ke a'u," A held-back cry had been broken into a fit of multiple coughs. Sweaty palms had clasped together as if in prayer, trembling in the cold night, their hot cheeks that stung from numerous blows to the face had only added to the displeasure. The disgust. The shame. [Please mum, forgive me]

Siana was only 17 when she was kicked out of her family home. She was a disgrace, a disappointment, anything but a daughter in her parent's eyes. Her title as a Chief's and Pastor's only daughter was stripped away from her, leading to nothing. 17, pregnant, and with the little money she had in her pocket, she endured a walk of shame as eyes watched her leave her village. She was left living in the streets of Apia.

There isn't much a girl at her age can do when alone with little money and dressed in clothes that'll start to stink within the next day or two, as well as jobless. She most definitely wasn't going to be comfortable sleeping on the hard, freezing floor in front of the small shops she used to hang around with her friends. And she most definitely wasn't going to find it easy sleeping at all near those who were homeless, those who she made fun of with her friends for not having a proper roof over their heads. Now look at her. Alone, cold, and homeless.

Her knowledge of the work field was limited to nothing. How could she know anything? She was a spoilt child with no sense of knowledge on anything but her wants and needs. She didn't think that other teenagers her age needed to work because she didn't. She had money, food, a warm place to sleep; and necessities that people her age had to work for when their parents had it hard.

Nonetheless, Siana found herself sitting down, head and back against a wall while she had her arms wrapped around her legs that were clutched tight to her chest. There, she slept for the night.

Miguel had woken up in annoyance, scratching the back of his head roughly as he sat up. Heavy hands run through his soft brown hair, "Fuck," he mutters. He looks over to his alarm clock and it reads 3:16 am. Miguel wasn't the type to wake up in the middle of the night for nothing. Something had reached his ears, he's not crazy, he knows he isn't.

He sighs and tries not to think too deeply about his sudden awakening, now resting his back against the headboard. Sucking in a deep breath, arms now crossed against his chest. He closes his eyes to relax, taking in the silence and slow breathing as a source of meditation. He doesn't remember much of his dream before it was ruined. What he does however remember, is holding the face of the most beautiful girl he's ever laid his eyes on.

Her face was like a puzzle piece that fit perfectly between his larger hands. Her doe eyes caught him in a trance, long eyelashes fluttering up at him. Miguel's hands were gentle with her, a thumb strumming against her smooth cheek, admiring her eternal beauty. Ever so plump lips curve into a gorgeous smile, then form into a shy grin as her eyes avert their gaze from his own. Honey brown eyes are forced to look into his own as he chuckles deeply, his head tilting as he follows her moving gaze.

"Look at me, Manaia," he finally whispers to calm her flustered state. She complies, now looking at up him with those same beautiful eyes. His eyes drop down to her lips as they open, "Miggy-"

"M-Mh! Gabriel" a distorted whimper calls out from the room next to Miguel's.

Then he finally hears what woke him up. He knew it, he knew he wasn't crazy.

Annoyed and furious. Miguel rushes and rips away his sheets from himself, getting up and putting on his night glasses. Too enraged, he walked out of his room without a shirt, the cold air of the early hours in the morning was most definitely not his main concern.

Without knocking, Miguel opens the door to Gabriel's room.

Gabriel whose face turns into disbelief, grabs his blanket to cover the lower half of his body at the sound of his door being opened.

"What the fuck is wro-"

"Who is it?" Miguel stomps closer, not caring about whatever the fuck he caught his brother doing.

"What-" Gabriel reaches along his bed and puts on his shirt that was disregarded an hour prior to cover himself more at each step Miguel took.

"Hang the fucking phone up," his nose flares, eyebrows creased. Not caring for answer, a loud bang is heard when Miguel hoists Gabriel by the collar of his shirt and slams him against his headboard, to which Gabriel groans, his own hands trying to push Miguel away, "Who the hell were you calling!?" Miguel yells.

If Gabriel weren't much of a fool, he would've noticed the slightly hurt tone in his older brother's voice. He could've also seen the tears that threatened to fall.

"Fuck! Get off me!" his hands flare everywhere, "I already hung up when you barged in like a fucking psycho!"

Still not getting the answer he needed, Miguel pulls his brother forward and harshly back against the headboard. Gabriel coughs harshly. Miguel sucks a breath in. He had to ask. He had to know.

And with what he asks, and what answer he gets is going to be all on him for being too overdrawn by emotion.

With a shaky breath, he glares into Gabriel's soul, "Was it Manaia you were on call with?

Gabriel, now stunned, his flaring hands had rested against his bed to keep himself up. A smirk arose on his face, all shock and anger had been thrown away. With a prideful grin, he chuckles deeply, "Yeah, it was her, Miggy. Got a problem?"

There was no way. There was no way in Hell it was her.

"Show me. Show me your fucking call history," he watches Gabriel grab his phone, "Don't move your phone away and delete shit. Unlock your phone and show me, Gabriel."

As Gabriel unlocks his phone, he taps onto the call app and shows his history.

Miguel's heart drops and shatters into pieces. Lo and behold the top name on his call list.

Manaia 💜 last ongoing call was at 3:19 pm

Sione <3: na na na come onnn

Sione <3: 'cause i may be bad but im perfectly good at itttttt

Sione <3: sex in the airrrr idc i love the smell of ittttttt

naia fiyah: what do you want dood 😞

naia fiyah: u started the song off wrong btw 😕🤞

Sione <3: mf why did you deactivate your insta account again 😒 yo ass is always trynna be mysterious

naia fiyah: BECAUSE WE HAVE EXAMS IN TWO WEEKS MAYBEEEE? yk my routine stupid tongan

Sione <3: youve been hanging around david and kiuga too much to get that language

Sione <3: and come school you ass, im in the library by myself and you've been coming late for the past week 🥲 imy

naia fiyah: my mum had one of those nights again, i have to wait until she wakes up and make sure she eats :(( and yk pele never does things around the house

naia fiyah: and not a lot of buses come around my house around 8, ill be there during first breakkk

naia fiyah: oh and i have a favor to ask sione

Sione <3: nope

naia fiyah: please i'll buy u food :(

Sione <3: aww u love me that much you'd spend money on me 🥹 u broke asssss

Sione <3: what is it dawg

naia fiyah: i really need to talk to miguel, i dont have his number and i wanted to apologise to him for something and i feel bad

Sione whines into his arm, "Stupid Samoan," he cries. Hiding his face in the arch of his bent arm, the other arm stretched out to watch his screen turn black. He sends a quick text confirming his part in the favour.

"Good morning, Sione," Miguel greets from behind, "Are you okay?"

Sione turns around and is met with Gabriel instead.

Oh.

Sione had forgotten how eerily similar, yet oddly different the O'Hara brothers were. The voice, hair, and face in some way were nearly the same.

Gabriel hadn't been in his new high school for more than two months, and people already mixed him up with the older O'Hara. None can blame him. One can, however, distinguish who was who if they tried.

Miguel was taller. On the buff side. Speaks only when spoken to. Most of all, he never talks to girls in the way they want to be spoken to, let alone touched. Miguel doesn't talk to girls in general, unless it's Manaia. For good reason, of course.

But now that reason was gone.

Gabriel on the other hand? He was lean and tall, but overthrown by his brother. For sure, friend requests were blowing up his phone by the time he had gotten home on his first day.

Sione nods his head in acknowledgement, "Uh yeah, yeah, m'fine. Thanks, Gabriel."

As much as Sione was desperate to befriend the younger sibling of his close friend, he wanted to back out of that idea. The eagerness compared to weeks ago was gone. He had no relation to Gabriel outside of school like he did with Miguel, and he had a feeling as to why. So he distanced himself from Gabriel as much as he could.

"Ah, good morning, Miggy," Gabriel sends a smirk to Miguel, the said boy who makes his way over to both of the teenagers.

Sione feels relief at the sight of his friend.

Miguel grumbles, his piercing eyes never leaving Sione, not wanting to ever look his brother in the eye. He takes a seat beside Sione, facing away from Gabriel, who stays standing up.

"Morning, Miguel. Manaia said she'd be here late, BUT- she does want to talk to you," he wraps a friendly arm around Miguel's shoulder. He feels disheartened when he gets shrugged off.

He chuckles dryly, looking over to Gabriel, "Like she'd want to talk to me. She was talking an awful lot last night with Gabriel."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Sione asks.

He looks back and forth between Miguel and Gabriel. To this, Gabriel just shrugs and lets out a small laugh before walking off.

"Oh, you're so funny, Gabriel!" a chuckle had left Manaia, she covers her mouth as she continues walking.

She has just arrived when the first break of the day started. She was greeted by Gabriel first, she didn't have a chance to find the rest of her friends as his arm was already draped along her shoulder.

Losing track of time, the bell had already gone as they spent their time together laughing and mucking around together.

Manaia while slightly disheartened at not seeing Sione, she turns to look at Gabriel.

"I have to go now, Gabri. I have English with Sione and Miguel now," she doesn't fight back a smile at the mention of the said O'Hara. Gabriel notices and bites back a smile himself.

"Oh right, yeah, Miguel," he looks down at the beautiful girl and gives her a feigned sad look. "You're interested in my brother, I'm guessing?"

Manaia hides her face in her hands, "No, not at all!"

"Hm, sure, sure."

All she had to do was say yes, and his plan was intact.

"Now, I thought you were a good girl. Don't good girls tell the truth?" Gabriel raises a brow, his free hand tickling her side.

She giggles, "Okay! Okay!"

She stops her steps, and Gabriel follows.

Now completely facing him, she takes his hands into hers and sways side to side to keep herself content, trying to ignore the shy feeling deep inside of her at the thought of Miguel.

"Miguel and I had a bit of an argument not too long ago," she shows a small pout, "But I want to be close to him again."

Perfect.

"Oh? That's perfect. I can help you out, Manaia," his charming smile hid his devious smirk.

Everything was in his favour.

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