Chapter 7
When I join Maeve and Scott in the living room, they're both quiet.
"Both of you are weird, you hardly talk yet we're all friends," I complain.
Maeve shrugs.
"I am not that used to talking to new people but with time we'll start talking," she says.
"Alright, no pressure," I smirk.
Maeve's phone rings and she hesitates before picking up.
"Hey... Yeah, I miss you too... Alright then... I'll be there," she speaks to the person at the other end of the line.
She hangs up and looks at me and I know that it's that Scottish guy who has just called her.
"Shoo! Go on, what are waiting for? Run to your Romeo, woman," I say and Roxy who is now out of the shower starts singing, indirectly about Maeve and her new guy.
"Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words..." she crosses the room in her towel and stands in front of the tv "...killing me softly with his song, killing me softly..." she holds up the remote as if it is a microphone and continues singing dramatically with funny facial expressions and we are all amazed.
"...with his song, telling my whole life..."
"Will you please stop that? He's not my boyfriend... yet," Maeve rolls her eyes.
"Oh really? That's not what it looked like to me," Roxy winks at Maeve and I chuckle.
Scott laughs and Maeve blushes and walks out.
As I pick the remote from Roxy to switch on the Tv, my phone rings and Blake's name flashes on the screen.
"What do you want?" I ask as I sit down.
"I want to talk. About last night," his voice soothes my ear.
"Sorry, but I have no time to talk about last night. That's the past. Bye Blake," I say but he stops me from hanging up.
"Wait! Kyrah please, I really need to talk to you," he begs.
"Fine." I purse my lips and listen.
"Could you meet me today?" he asks.
"No," I respond without hesitation.
"How about tomorrow afternoon?" he asks.
I stay quiet for a minute.
"Are you still there?" he asks.
"Yeah, sure, tomorrow it is," I tell him.
He sighs heavily.
"Thank you, I'll pick you up from school then."
I hang up without another reply. Scott and Roxy have their eyes on me, arms crossed and they don't look happy.
"Was that him?" Roxy asks.
"Yes, he wants to talk to me tomorrow," I groan and lay my head on the back of the couch.
"Lemme not say anything else."
Roxy sits on the couch and starts scrolling through her texts.
***
I stand at the main entrance of our campus waiting for him and he arrives on time. His car is a matte black Audi S8 with really cool rims and tinted windows, lastly a customized number plate written 'BLAKE' in bold letters. Classy, but I like Scott's car more.
Rich kid alert!
He opens the door for me and I enter with no hesitation.
Leather seats, nice and comfy. Inside the car is a sweet citrus smell.
I notice the console is slightly different from Scott's.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"To the park. It's quiet and less congested on Sundays," he says and we remain quiet for the rest of the ride. Only country music is playing. Blake keeps clearing his throat and swallowing hard.
His free hand keeps pushing his hair back once in a while and I can't take it any more.
"What's going on?" he doesn't reply. We pull up and he opens the door for me and I step out.
He then leads me to a part of the park where there is a small basket and a red cloth lying on the short green grass.
"Let's sit here," he nervously says.
"Picnic huh?" I smile and I see relief taking over his face.
He unpacks some sandwiches, apples and orange juice. He starts the conversation by talking about the weather and the lovely birds chirping.
We eat and talk for a couple of minutes when someone from behind us clears her throat and speaks.
"Hey Blake, enjoying your picnic?"
I turn my head to see who it is and thank God! It's not Sabrina. I do not want to see that girl right now.
"Hey Carla, yes we are, meet Kyrah,"
She stretches her hand and shakes mine.
"Kyrah, this is Carla, she works in my house and she gave me the idea of bringing you here," he says.
"Oh," is all I can say.
She smiles and walks away.
"She seems nice," I say.
"But not nice like you are," he bites his lower lip.
I laugh.
"You saw what happened last night, I am not that nice Blake, I didn't even know I could fight like that," I shudder at the thought.
"This is all my fault. You know what, let's take a walk, Carla will take care of these," he points at the basket and the remaining sandwiches.
I get up and we start walking. His hands are in his pockets and his eyes focused straight ahead.
"What's up with you today? You look nervous. Normally it's the other way around," I state.
He stops and looks at me for a few seconds and takes in a deep breath.
"I've been wanting to tell you something," he whispers.
"If it's about Sabrina, spare me the torture," I say.
"No. It's about... You," he says.
Wait what?
"What did I do wrong?" I look down at my blue sneakers and he lifts my chin to face him.
"You've done nothing wrong Kyrah, just let me talk for a minute," he says
I nod.
"Well, there's something about you. You're really nice, pretty and the way that you smile makes me want to... I don't know. I really like you Kyrah and I want you to be more than a friend to me."
"Where is all of this coming from?"
"I've been watching you since last year and I didn't have the guts to talk to you," he pushes his hair backwards with one hand which remains holding on to the back of his neck.
"I like you. I really do. I just don't know how you feel about me. Before I let you say anything, just promise me you won't be mad at me," he sighs.
"Why would I be mad at you?" I ask.
"I don't know, maybe it's because this whole week has been hell all because of me. I'm sorry about that."
"It's not your fault Blake," I tell him as my hand gently lands on his shoulder.
"It is. She keeps attacking you because of me. I'm sorry," he looks away and sighs heavily and looks back at me.
His chest rises and falls as he breathes.
Just as I am about to look away from his sharp stare, he grabs me by my waist and presses his lips on mine.
He brings up his hands and gently cups my face. His tongue slowly caressing mine and I let out a little moan and let him take control. His lips are warm and soft and his breath minty. His hands on me feel so heavenly, from the way he cups my face to the way he's holding my waist. My heart is racing at an abnormal rate. My body feels like it's on fire and I can't feel my feet. Am I floating?
My entire body freezes. The butterflies in my tummy won't give me peace.
He lays me on the grass, and pulls away and whispers to me.
"I'm sorry, are you sure you-"
I shut him up by kissing him again and he gives in.
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