Dirty Little Sins

KIMBERLY

The Monday following the resumption to a new semester in school was one of the days I dreaded because it meant I would have to wake up as early as to go to school and cycle my bike because I totally hated to have to walk to the bus station for the school bus.

I would officially be twenty one in a couple of weeks and my mother swore she would get me a car… can’t wait!

My mother was in the kitchen getting ready breakfast for us in her nurse uniform with her concentration zeroed on the eggs she was waiting to turn brown

“You will burn it with your stare, you know” I told her as I sat on the dining with my uniform skirt riding on my hips.

It used to be longer the previous semester so I had not bothered to get fitted for a new uniform but obviously I was wrong and it now exposed my body in places I will rather it covered.

Azeena had commented that it was probably better if my body was exposed so my boyfriend… ex boyfriend who had both cheated and broken up with me last semester saw that I wasn’t still hung over him.

“But I am still hung over him and did you see the girl he took to the party? Charlotte who still has her button-teeth from childhood; I don’t know what he sees in her” I huffed

“Do not body shame, Kimberly…besides you deserve better than that no good boy and I should be asking what you see in him” She had said

I laughed at this and hugged her.

Azeena and I have been friends since I knew her even in high school; we kept together and did everything together. Being seniors was totally going to bang for us and I could hardly wait for the initiation partying

I knew she was Arabian and she looked the part with her black rich hair cascading down her and eyes that portrayed barely contained sexuality. I looked like a fucking clown beside her and I made sure she knew how much she dripped sex making me look like some turkey beside her.

“You are stunning too, Kim” She told me

She was just trying to make me feel better and I loved her for that. She attracted so many men to her and I could not help but be jealous at how they were automatically attracted to her. One of them had even asked me if I was some sort of white slave to the Arabian princess, maybe some chaperone that her father had given her for the sole purpose of seeing to her needs.

Of course I had been wearing my uniform them and I wondered if the person was maybe a dunce as most of the boys our age were.

They held no appeal to me because half the time if they were not talking trash about girls, they were sweating like pigs and bumping each other.

It was a wonder that Arthur had asked me out. He was in Azeena’s brother class and was a senior which made it totally incredible.

Zeena had been against it of course, she was never on good terms with her brother and I did not like him either. He was always teasing me and called me a skinny white girl one time, teasing that my skin was see through.

I had unfortunately gotten my mother’s skin which was pearly white but I looked like my father as she would often remind me.

He was Italian and had died during some drug bust shootout. My mother had claimed he was but some innocent bystander and that a stray bullet had hit him but I knew she was lying and my father was probably some Italian drug lord.

I did not pursue the matter of course because she always seemed to get sad when I brought up anything concerning my father.

Anyways Arthur and I had started dating and that had seemed to intensify Zeena brother’s opinion of what I looked like even when Arthur had talked to him about it.

“You should just ignore him, he is an ass” He told me

“I know but it sometimes is annoying when he goes on and on and even when I try to ignore him, he doesn’t get it” I snapped

“I will speak to him again”

“Don’t worry about it” I said

I wasn’t going to allow the pompous ass get to me with his irritating words and if there was anything that worked very well, it was silence.

“I won’t be coming back early tonight and you can hang out Azeena” My mother said as she kissed me goodbye

“Okay mom, have a great day” I called out after her

“Have a great first day and do not forget to lock up”

I smiled.

My mother and I had coped after my father’s death and even when his ever absent family members surfaced for a share of his wealth, not like he had any because she lived very decently. I remember my mother telling them that we wanted nothing to do with them and there was no way we were going to move to Italy as they were suggesting.

I finished up my food and locked the door, dragging my bicycle up to the road before cycling to school.

I arrived some minutes early, breathing hard from the exertion and there stood my arch nemesis by the gate, staring me down with warm liquid eyes

“tifl saghir” he called out

“Good morning to you too, Hassan and I would appreciate it if we do not begin this so early in the semester.” I told him, rolling my eyes and positioning my bike while he stood behind me with his arms crossed

“You look hot, tifl saghir” He murmured, his eyes trailing over my legs

My pulse quickened as I stared back at him. He was seriously eyeing with such intensity and I swallowed when he stepped closer, leaning into me with his dark eyes pinning me to a spot.

“You have grown. I guess I won’t have to call you a little girl anymore, Kimberly” He said softly, his fingers curling around the strand of hair that had come loose from all the cycling.

“What are you doing?” I muttered, not moving away from him.

I was enthralled by the movement of his fingers through my hair and I watched his eyes darken as they trailed to my lips.

My tongue flicked out, licking them and almost immediately his eyes snapped back to mine.

“See you around, Kimberly” He muttered, before letting go of my hair

I watched him leave with my heart pounding furiously in my chest. What is wrong with me? I thought as I continued standing in a spot.

I hated the guy but somehow I was completely attracted to him and… shit!