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Twenty-Two
Keira's POV
I stood rooted on the spot, finding it hard to shift my leg an inch. I regretted everything flooding my head. I wished I never had anything to do with this school.
The thought of being seen in this state of mind dragged me back into reality, and I dashed into the nearby restroom, to clean up my face before disappearing for home.
I had barely barely stepped into the restroom, when the thought of my dad crossed my mind. I immediately made a U-turn, sprinting my way out of the school.
It's not even lunch time yet though, but all I needed at the moment were words of affirmation and encouragement, which my dad is practically specialized in.
Perhaps, I was missing the old man!
I was also stepping out of the school's vicinity when I ran into a rock.
A rock? It was the same feeling I had when I ran into Raiden few days ago.
It was Raiden. I felt Deja Vu in action when I raised my head to see he was the one, just as I did the last time I ran into him. Funny enough, he didn't bully me, instead, he bent down to collect my stuff from the hot baked ground, and helped me back to my feet.
"Hey Keira, you've got an appointment somewhere?" - he asked, offering to walk me down.
I couldn't find the right word to give as response to his question, rather I bit my lips as I tried to hide my vulnerable expression from me.
"Oh, is it because of your dad's health?" - he asked again, trying to make me get along with him.
"Yes... I need...to..see..him..now" - I lied.
"Alright, let me drop you off th..."
"No, don't bother!!" - I cut in, almost raising my trembling voice.
He was smart to discover that I wasn't myself at the moment, but he wasn't smart enough to guess what could've made me reacted that way.
He stretched out his left hand at my jaw and tried raising it to lock his eyes against mine. His hand was cool and soft and the thoughts from moments in the wood raced through my mind.
Holy shit! If at all I'd fantasize, then it shouldn't be something like this at a time like this.
I stopped the pictures from flooding my head by lifting my jaw out of his grip, and later stretched my hands to collect my stuff. He was there, lost in his thoughts. Despite avoiding eye contact with him, I could feel his eyes penetrating into my head. I wondered what could've occupied his mind.
"Can I... have those... please?" - I pointed at my stuff lieing calmly in his hold.
"Are you sure everything is fine with you?"
"Yes... I'll be..fine"
"Keira, you have to talk to me...is someone threatening you?"
At this point, I heart leaped into my mouth, and I gulped it in heavily, making my tiny throat hurt badly. I rescued my lips from the grip of my teeth and grabbed my stuff from him, before bidding him farewell.
"Goodbye Raiden" - I announced.
"Okay fine, you'll come to the party tomorrow. Right?"
"Yes...but on one condition"
"What's that?" - he asked, shortening the gap between us.
"Do not make an attempt to come fetch me for the party" - I muttered, with my eyes fixed to the surface of the Earth.
It was obvious that the condition I gave him didn't land well on him. I could hear him fuming with rage on the inside.
Wait, did I just abort his plans? Who cares!
"But Kei..." - he whispered
"Goodbye" - I whispered, cutting him short of words.
I picked my steps carefully, stealing glances ahead, to avoid running into someone else, as I trace my way back home.
RAIDEN POV
I hopped into my car, wound up the little space I had left for some oxygen to escape into the car, switched on the Air Conditioner to cool off my head while I try to test my preparedness for my exam.
I had just flipped through few pages when Sasha knocked violently on my car.
How on hell was she able to locate where I parked my car?
Only God knows what she's up to this time around.
I ignored her knocks and buried my head deeper into my book, while she kept bashing her fist against the door. I could feel her struggling to open the door from the outside, but she couldn't.
I couldn't help but wound down the glass when I overheard Makayla telling her shit.
"I told you...I know he won't be here...he must be somewhere with that pup, fucking life out of her" - she said scornfully.
Makayla's words were eating Sasha into the marrow. She dipped her fleshy fingers into the braid of hair sheltering her head, her eyes redened. I could see blood sprinting through her veins.
"Let's comb the building again"- Makayla whispered.
"Hey, what's up?" - I called out, wounding down the glass.
"What were you doing in there that made you ignored my knocks" - she queried aggressively, her voice piercing my ear drums hardly.
"Oh...I'm sorry about that, I was fast asleep, you know..." - I lied.
I had barely finished explaining myself before she dipped her head into the car and pressed a button, which unbolted the hooks of the door.
Did she really think I was fucking Keira in the car?
Nah, that's too shallow of her.
She opened the door and pounced on the seat as though, she expected something to escape immediately she opened. She searched horribly, scattering every piece of my arranged stuff over the car, with her eagle eyes rovering dangerously in their sockets, almost popping out.
"What is the meaning of all these" - I asked displeasingly
"Whatever meaning you read to it" - she screamed
"What has come over you, Sasha" - I asked, trying real hard to calm my wolf.
"Where is that low life girl?" - she asked, panting heavily as she sat on the seat, making her juicy ass and my soft seat clash against themselves. Her breasts were almost forging the way out of her shirt as her heart makes them rise and fall to the pattern of her heartbeat.
"Don't tell me you're nursing the thought that I am with Keira in this car?" - I asked, feigning ignorance.
"Did you not see her when she dropped from the car, even I parked" - I continued rhetorically.
"When I couldn't find both of you in the school...that was why I suspected you two in the car" - she explained, feeling submissive but not apologetic.
"And that is the reason you messed the car for me?" - I snapped at her, acting pissed off.
"Okay then, where is she?"
"I guess your friends who have been feeding you with bad news are in the best position to answer that question" - I mocked, burying my head into my book once again.
I could tell that my response hit her real bad. I could tell from her reaction. Her face dropped into her cheeks and her shoulder, sank into her chest.
"But Raiden, you should know why I'm doing this..." - she said apologetically, stretching her hands towards me, but she couldn't, when she noticed how furious I was.
I kept quiet as she made advances towards me, trying to show how sorry she is for her actions. I knew I would've done worse, if I were to be in her shoes. But since the shoes aren't mine, I guess I can capitalize on every little thing. She summoned courage to touch me, and when she did, she caressed my broaded chest with her soft palm, fetching me memories of Keira and I in the cubicle few hours ago.
I felt I was getting a hard on, not from her caresses, but from the thoughts of Keira and I in the cubicle.
I snatched myself out of her hand, and announced my departure.
"I'll be late for my exams" - I announced.
I hurriedly dropped from the car before she could utter a word. I was busy buttoning my shirt when I realized that Sasha's friends have been standing beside the car all along. My eyes met with theirs and they rolled them off almost immediately. They look they saw wasn't friendly, I guess.
Sasha alighted through the other exit, trying to hide the apologetic look on her face. She tried locking her contact with mine, but I skillfully avoided them. I pressed a button on my car key, and it gave me the locking sound I expected, before walking away out of their sight.
It was difficult for me to focus on my exams, the thought of swapping Sasha for Keira, without causing havoc occupied my mind, and minutes later, I was already immersed in the fantasy of Keira and I in the cubicle. Before the realization of where I was dawned on me, I already had a hard on.
I managed to focus on my exams before rushing out of the classroom, almost forgetting I'd submit my script. I looked everywhere in search of Keira. After futile efforts, the idea of putting a call through to her popped up in my head and I raced down to my car.