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"Kira," Ryan calls after me as soon as the bell rang
"Kira," Ryan calls after me as soon as the bell rang. Students were moving out of the school doors as if an apocalypse was due. I turn mid-way and look at him. "Kian texted," he said showing his phone briefly. "He asked me to drop you home."
"And where is he?" I ask as I adjust my bag over my shoulder. I should really get a reinforcement.
"He went... somewhere," he said, although he sounded uncertain.
"Somewhere with Paige?" Tiara asks with a stern voice as she folds her arms across her chest.
"Yikes," Miguel chirps in before waving goodbye to us.
"Why didn't he text me?" I will never get used to his cycles and bipolar behavior.
"Never mind that," Tiara waves Ryan off. "We'll go together." She drags me away from Ryan and I give him a small smile to reassure him I'll be fine going with Tiara.
"I feel like kicking the wall," I half-yell as we head to her car. She winces at my tone and holds my arm gently.
"Why would you do that?" she shakes her head. "I don't want you going around breaking stuff," she deadpans.
"It's just this Kian boy!"
"Relax, he's just jealous and needs to cool off," she waves me off as she unlocks the car and we get in.
"Jealous? I'm confused."
"Between you and me," she starts as she drives out of the parking lot, "those three are the definition of best friends. It's usually two against one. Miguel certainly doesn't do something without having a reason as to why," she glances at me and I raise my eyebrows. She sighs as she rolls her eyes. "Miguel obviously hugged you to make Kian jealous."
"Why would Kian be jealous anyway?"
"You have a lot to learn," she pulls up at Kian's house. His car is parked in front of the large entrance door. "And lucky for you, I'm here to help," she claps her hands.
"I'd appreciate all the help I could get," I sigh as I unbuckle.
"Won't you need my number, then?" she wriggles her eyebrows and hands me her phone. I enter my number and send a text to my phone so that I can save hers when I get in. "A few rules," she says when I return her phone. "Don't call or text between 2 and 5a.m., don't make any prank calls, don't send dirty pictures and don't call or text and then leave me hanging." I grin and nod my head.
"See you tomorrow," I wave as I walk up to the house.
"Kira!" she yells after me and I turn around, "I forgot to tell you the last one. Don't call me when you guys are getting on with you-know-what." I make a disgusted face and give her the finger. She chuckles as she drives away.
I open the front door and enter, instantly hearing the music playing loudly. He must be working out or doing his homework. I make myself a large mug of coffee and take a few ginger cookies. I'll survive on this until dinner. Speaking of dinner, I'll get to prepare tonight's dinner. Yay!
I go up to my room and place the mug close to my laptop. I have to catch up with the syllabus in Chemistry, Biogeography, Ancient History.
Kian's POV
The feeling's all too familiar. It's like this little endoparasite that eats you up, slowly but surely. And what feeds it? Insecurity, doubts, greed, anger; deadly sins. I don't want to blame Miguel for anything because I know all too well he did that on purpose.
I itch to just touch her but control myself. I never seem to get enough of touching her. Be it in a simple hug, holding her hand, brushing her thigh or slightly shoving her out of the door when she doesn't want to move.
Talking to Paige was a nuisance. I tried to distract myself from Kira with Paige but she made it worse. All she spoke about was how Kira was a little too friendly with everyone and how she thinks that's a little suspicious.
She also kept comparing herself to Kira. 'Kira's hair is slightly longer than mine, but mine surely has a better shine to it, right Kian?' or 'That freakish girl, she just got lucky. If I had studied just a little more, I would have surely gotten a higher mark than her, isn't it?'
I asked Ryan to drop Kira home because I didn't want to face her just yet. I'm not willing to accept what I feel for the girl. It'll go away, eventually. I heard movements earlier so she must be home. I feel like punching myself instead of this bag.
My knuckles are little bruised. A little? Who am I kidding? I'm bleeding and the skin is torn off. I'm sure if mom sees she'll take me to the doctors. I'm just stuck counting the days left until Kira leaves. I won't allow myself to loose sight of my goal.
Once I'm done, I go to my room and take a cold shower, ignoring the stinging pain that I feel on my hands. I change into sweatpants and a navy wife beater. I start typing my English assignment and print it out, putting it in my school bag and rushing downstairs to look for food. I empty three sachets of raisins into a pink bowl and take litchi flavoured water back up to my room. I hear faint music coming from her room as I pass by and go to mine.
I put my bowl on my laptop and drop some cologne on myself. I wet my hair and comb the quiff before running a hand through my hair to smoothen it out. I take the drink for her. As an excuse to see her? I honestly don't know.
I stand outside her door and silently contemplate what to say. 'How was your day?' Not good enough. 'Hey, congrats on the math results.' Really? Just improvise. But what if she's sleeping? Or studying? She could be on the phone. I mean, a lot of guys are keeping an eye on her. I wouldn't be surprised if they are calling her like crazy.
Suddenly the door flies open -how rude- and Kira's standing with one hand on her hip while the other is leaning against the doorframe. She's wearing a black oversized t-shirt that's cut on the sides, allowing a white garment sports bra to show.
"Done gawking?" she asks, her tone clearly not happy. I clear my throat and look away. I played myself this time.