Chapter 40
Kyrah's POV
Time flew like a rocket ship ever since Blake and I had our little bonding in my new car. Things changed, and so have I. It's been two months of pure bliss with Blake and I can't explain how high I have been on love. He makes me want to dance around whispering his name. When he calls, I run to him. When he speaks, I become weak and when he touches me, I run wild. That's what he does to me.
As I sit here in my hostel, busy doing my hair, the door opens and Maeve walks in, arms across her chest. I can see from the large mirror in front of me that she is wearing a sad expression on her face. I turn to face her and she pushes her glasses up her nose. A habit I have come to understand means that she's either angry, sad or disappointed.
"What?" I ask her.
"Where have you been, Kyrah? And where are you going now?" she sounds concerned. For real.
"None of your business, Maeve," I say, turning on my seat to face the mirror.
"It's Blake isn't it? You're going to see him again? Well I have no problem with you two dating but, you could atleast find time to talk to us. Do you even know how many times Roxy tried calling you yesterday yet you didn't pick up? Did you even check your phone? Do you realize Scott doesn't even bother eating lunch with the rest of us these days? Tyler has been saying hi to you everyday in class but you ignore him. And what's with Jim these days? He's on and off like a light bulb, one minute he's quiet, the next he's all noisy and bubbly and-"
"Enough. Leave Jim alone, I like the bubbly him. He's like Clark Kent, he just switches moods and Tyler, well... Blake doesn't like him so-"
"Kyrah!" she gasps and I sigh.
"Just, mind your own business," I say, picking up a pair of diamond earrings Blake bought for me. He's such a darling.
"Alright. Fine. Go ahead and neglect your friends, but let me tell you one thing," she moves closer to me and faces me. One hand on my shoulder. "When it hits you, it's gonna hit hard. Harder than a wrecking ball!" Then she picks up her books and leaves.
A feeling of guilt washes over me.
To be honest, I haven't been myself. I haven't been able to sit down with my friends and have a chat for the past two months. My daily routine has been all about Blake. Blake in the morning, Blake in the noon time, Blake in the evening. I haven't even gone home in two freaking months! Mom calls everyday and I lie that class projects have taken away all my time. I miss Snow and my parents, but this... this love has me thinking of only him. Nothing else comes to mind. Guess that's what it means when they say love is blind.
The door flys open again and Blake walks in.
"Hey, babe. You ready?" he asks, leaning on the wall. His cologne taking over the air in the room. He's in a blue t-shirt and black cargo shorts, and white sneakers.
"Yeah," I respond, picking up the cute pink watch that he bought me. Right next to it is Scott's army bracelet. I stare at it for a moment and Blake notices. He walks to where I am, picks the bracelet up and stares at it.
"What kind of cheap shit is this? Is it Maeve's?" I swallow dryly and I tuck my curls behind my ears.
"No. Er, someone gave it to me, a while ago. It's nothing," I lie.
"Great," he tosses it into the small trash can, which I hardly use, and takes my hand, "I'll buy you a better bracelet. Let's go, our day has just began, babe." Then he kisses my lips gently, cupping my face with both hands.
My mind feels loaded after what Maeve just said.
"Are you okay?" he lifts my chin up and I avoid eye contact.
"Yeah, just a little tired, that's all," I lie again. I hate lying.
We head out after I lock the door and on our way to the parking lot, we pass by Roxy's room and the door opens and a tiny, beautiful red head, very young, I might say, walks out. My heart had stopped when the door opened thinking it would be Roxy, but no it wasn't. From the look of things, she's a freshman. Roxy packed her stuff two months ago since she couldn't continue with her studies due to the huge fee balance.
"Hi," she says.
"Hi," Blake and I say in unison. I turn to Blake.
"Hey, I'll meet you at the parking lot," I dismiss Blake and he nods, leaving the two of us. The red head smile broadly.
"I'm Wren. Wren Hudson," she says.
"Oh, I'm Kyrah Bailey, four doors away," I point across the hall "Are you new?"
"Not that new, but I'm a freshman. Moved in to this room since my other roommate wasn't that friendly," she winces.
"I get it."
"Oh, wait, shit! How could I not recognize you," she face palms herself. "You're the famous couple around, you and your guy. Congrats on that!" she winks.
"Yeah, thanks," I say.
She kind of reminds me of Roxy, I don't know why but maybe it's her black leather shorts or the black jacket or maybe I just miss Roxy.
"My best friend would have kicked you out if you moved in while she was still here." I tell her and she chuckles and I do the same.
"Well, I don't bite. As long as we both respect each other and no one touches my stuff without my permission, then we'd be good," she responds.
"I like that idea. Anyway, it was nice to meet you, Wren."
"Sure," she says and locks her door then walks past me. I let out a sigh and walk to the parking lot.
Somehow, today I feel a bit lost, with a mixture of uncertainty. I have this weird feeling, nothing is wrong but I just don't feel like the usual me. Something is not right and I can feel it. I get into the car and right before Blake puts his keys into the ignition, Jim appears.
"Blake, my man, what's up?" he says, leaning onto Blake's open window.
"Hey Tim, what's tomorrow's plan?" Blake says.
"I'm holding a huge party tomorrow and you don't want to miss out. It'll be at a club. I'll text you the details. Oh hey, Kyrah," he greets.
I smile at him. He looks jovial today. The funny thing is that I never knew he talks to Blake, and also why Blake calls him Tim. Maybe he's poor at remembering names? I don't know.
"Hey Jim." I nod at him.
"You're invited too," Jim says.
"Wherever I go, she goes," Blake answers for me and I feel bubbles forming inside me.
"Alright, bro. Catch you later," he says and walks away.
Wait... Did he just call Blake, bro? That's something Jim would hardly say. As I said, something just feels out of place today. I can feel it.
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