I looked at myself in the mirror, tilting my head to get a different angle. I tugged the cotton-pink sweater away from my body and criticised it ever so slightly. Should I change it? I still have a bit of time before my students' council meeting. I turned to my closet and ran my hands across the different colours, patterns and materials. I took out a predominantly white tee with sunflowers scattered all across the front. I held it up against my body. My face scrunched up, I wasn't in a sunflower mood so, I decided to stick with the fuzzy pink sweater beside it really complimented my skin tone.
''Are you decent?'' Zack asked, sticking his head in my room.
''What do you think?'' I asked him not taking my eyes from the mirror.
''You look cute. I like it,'' he said and walked into my room.
He flopped face-first into my unmade bed and then snuggled with my pillow. That statement was good enough for me. I turned to him and, said I was ready. Zack was on the student council with me so, he gave me a ride to school on the days we have early meetings, which is every Monday.
As we walked down the stairs, he started to talk.
''I'm sorry about yesterday. I know I'm being a terrible friend, but I really like Moya,''
''Mindy,''
''Oh yeah, Mindy right. So am I forgiven?'' he asked, looking at me with those beautiful blue-green eyes of his. Curse his model-like genes.
''Yeah, whatever." I locked the door behind us, "Besides if you hadn't ditched me I probably wouldn't have met Kevin,''
I haphazardly put my keys in my bag as Zack asked in a very low monotone,'' Who's Kevin?''
I turned towards him confused by the sudden mood change, ''Kevin is a new friend of mine. I met him yesterday in the car park.''
''New friend, huh?''
''Yes, Zackary I can make friends. People can like me you know,'' I said with a bit of sass.
''I know, relax dude geez. I was just saying,'' he held his hands up in surrender.
I rolled my eyes and flipped my hair behind me as I passed him. I wasn't upset because he insinuated that I have no friends, but my anger was more geared towards him missing my play. Guess I still wasn't over that.
''This is about your play isn't it?'' he asked.
He took hold of my hand and turned me to look at him. He could read me like a book or maybe I didn't know how to hide my emotions. Either way, it was difficult to hide things from him.
Except that.
''No,'' I lied straight through my teeth.
''If it means that much to you, I'll come to your play. I love you and, I want to support you,'' he said, looking me dead in the eye.
''Do you promise for real this time?'' I mumbled and, he pulled me into a tight hug. He smelled nice like mint and waffles. Though that could have just been my imagination.
''Yeah, I pr-''
''Hey Kiara,'' Kevin's voice said and, I removed myself from Zack's bear hug to wave at him.
''Hey Kevin, why are you walking to school so early?''
''I love the mornings, so I get time to enjoy it when I leave at the crack of dawn. Do you wanna join me? I got some more jokes'' he asked in a singsong tone.
''No, she's riding with me so bye now,'' Zack cut in before I could say anything.
I lightly slapped him on the chest. It was my way of reprimanding him for being so rude.
''Thanks but, Zack would be so lonely without me,'' I joked.
''Oh, no problem. You look really cute today by the way. I guess it's in your jeans,'' He said while looking at my blue jeans. ''A skirt would have been nice too, maybe a black one,''
I giggled at his pun. I contemplated his suggestion of wearing a skirt. That was a pretty good idea.
''Thanks. Hey, how about we go shopping today? You could join us for lunch and, we'll finalise details,'' I suggested.
''No Kay, I'm sure he's busy,'' Zack softly answered for him.
''Nah, I'm not doing anything after school. I would love to join you guys for lunch,''
I didn't miss how Zack narrowed his eyes at Kevin. It was possible that he was just being his unnecessarily protective self. He knew people tended to use me so, he was probably being cautious. Should I be cautious? Kevin didn't look like he wanted anything from me, then again I was never a good judge of character.
I smiled at him, super excited for today. Sure Kevin might be dangerous but I'd enjoy it while it lasted.
Before I could ask if he wanted a ride, Zack butt in yet again'' It's getting late so let's go, Kay,''
''Oh alright. Bye Kevin,'' I said as I got in Zack's car with a goodbye wave.
''That's Kevin by the way. Do you like him?'' I asked as left Kevin behind.
''I don't know him so no,'' Zack's answer was very aloof.
''What do you see in him anyway? He dresses weird and, he approaches girls in car parks, I don't want you talking to him anymore,''
What? ''What?''
Sure, I trusted Zack's intuition but he couldn't just tell me what to do.
''I'm just looking out for you Kay. He could be a serial killer or something. Maybe his friends made a bet to see if he could get with you,''
''What?''
''It's only the thing that's logical Kay. Think about it,'' he tried to reason with me.
''So you're saying that I'm such a horrible and hideous person that the only reason someone would talk to me is that a)they have to be mentally challenged or b) made a bet with someone. Glad to know you think that way,'' I said.
Thank gosh we arrived so that I could storm out all dramatic like.
''You're a real a-hole Zack,'' I told him and slammed his car door and marched to the school doors, keeping my head high. To be honest, I wasn't entirely upset. What he said sucked but I like to believe it was his way of trying to protect me.
''Kay, I'm sorry that's not what I meant. Kay wait, please''
''Zacky. Hey, come here,'' that was Mindy.
Was he going to follow me?
Yeah, right.
I paused and waited to see what he would do. I turned and saw him looking between the two of us. I didn't need to see when he chose her over me. I turned back and around trying hard to keep the tears at bay. I wasn't even going to go to the student council's meeting anymore, the vice president is allowed to be absent sometimes.
I listened to Kiara crunching on the bright red apple she grabbed on her way out the door. My eyes quickly took in the neon yellow numbers on the dashboard. According to it, I did not have enough time to stop by Starbucks to get Kiara some breakfast. Of all days I did not have food stashed away in my car, this was the day. Usually, I had at least a granola bar, but when I took my cousins on a joyride the other day Charlie gobbled it up. I don't blame her, they were delicious. Unfortunately, I forgot to replenish my stock. I tried to recall if I had any snacks in my backpack. What about the pack of nuts? No, I ate them one morning when I had to rush out with food. You had a bar of chocolate, where did that go? Oh right, I gave it to Kayla when she was feeling lightheaded. I was truly out of options. I feel so bad. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Kiara would get extremely crabby without proper nourishment. Plus, she would not focus in class and she really needed to focus
I stood outside Kiara's house and just stared. I left earlier than usual to enact my plan. I was going to sneak into her house and make her a feel-better breakfast. If she felt like talking I would listen, if not then I would simply share a meal with one of the most important women in my life. Yet, I could not seem to get myself to move. I was scared. Scared that she would turn me away, just like that night. I was terrified that she would blame me, but nothing made my heart ache more than the thought of never seeing Kiara again. Before I could turn away, my cousin's voice resonated in my head. When she was leaving yesterday she told me such simple words, something you could easily get off the internet, yet coming from her it made sense. "Just be there for her. It may not seem like you're doing much, but it would mean the world to her," Just be there for her. I could do that. I was great at cooking. I would be there for her while providing delicious food. Food made everything bett
I put down my textbook, accepting defeat. There was just too much noise for me to study. Can't a guy relax with some chemical equations in his own home anymore? Where was the humanity? The consideration? The house was extra packed today because my mum's side of the family is in for a visit. Mum has a younger sister named Auntie Abby. Auntie Abby is amazing, she has always made me feel like a part of the family even though I was not related by blood. Auntie Abby has two daughters, twin girls who are just as nice as their mother. Uncle Patrick, Abby's husband, and I also got on since we both loved science. In fact, Uncle Patrick was a scientist and last I heard he was researching a new bacteria that was found frozen in the Arctic. "Where's our little cousin?" Bernie asked from outside my door. "You do realise that I am older than you right," I opened the door and welcomed the bear hug from both Bernie and Charlie. "Shut up," Charlie laughed. They always said they were the older
I looked back at my mum who sat on a bench to the side, naturally, she chose to be seated in the shade. She was texting someone on her phone. It should be anyone, but the one person I really hoped it was not was Uncle Lionel. My parents tried to hide what happened between them from me, but I hear things. Today was supposed to be a good day, I should focus only on good things. With that mentality, I turned towards the beauty. If all the girls at my new school were this pretty then I definitely would not mind moving. Initially, my dad lived close to his family which meant I got to visit my aunts and cousins whenever I wanted. They were the only ones who kept me company when Dad had to travel or be at the office until two in the morning. I also loved our old apartment. It was big enough for me, him and Roger, the dog. It was our only little cosy place. Before my dad got married, he told me that we would have to move somewhere else since the apartment was not big enough for all of us. I
I puffed out my cheek, using a finger I poked each one. In my head, I figured I looked exactly like a chipmunk so what better thing to do than chirp like one. I barely paid attention to my stepmum as she hushed my little brother. He cried a lot. He also slept a lot, but I figured if you spend half of the day screaming you'd spend the other half sleeping. My stepmum, who I call mum, says babies cry because they miss being around us. I do not think I believe her but babies did stop crying when you gave them atention so she could be right. "Hey honey. Are you excited to spend the day with your mother?" she sat beside me on the couch. Daniel's fat little arms reached up to grab her hair. The day he was born I felt so happy because I finally had someone who I could spend time with. My dad sad I'd have to wait a bit longer befoe I could actually spend time with him. "I guess. It'll be nice to see her again after four or so months. What time is she supposed to get here?" I held my brothe
"How long is the cake going to take?" I whined. The sweet scent of the cake permeated the house. This was not helping my craving. Kiara checked her imaginary watch, and with a look of concentration, she told me that the cake had ten minutes left. I had no reason to call her bluff. I would be satisfied as long as the cake was not burnt, I would eat it. After all, Kiara took time out of her day to bake a cake with me. Who was I to disregard her efforts? "Can you turn off the lights?" Kiki asked as she finished straightening the bedsheets. From where I was standing I could already see her pulling up the movie. It did not take long to find it since the page was already bookmarked on her laptop and mine. I turned off the lights as she requested and slid into my usual spot- on the left side of her bed. Within seconds her attention was glued to the opening scene. The very same scene we had seen so many times that I could rewrite the entire script from memory alone. I knew the exact sce
I gathered as many ingredients as I could while Kiara got the bowls and cake pan. I took a backseat while Kiara measured and mixed everything. There was something mesmerising about watching her move around the kitchen so naturally. For someone who did not like Maths and Chemistry, she did really well at creating recipes. I would suggest becoming a food scientist if she were not such a natural actress. "Am I going to need to add vanilla?" Kiara shouted over the sound of the pastel blue stand mixer I got her a few years ago. "What?" I called. "I know you heard me!" she jabbed me in the side with a spoon. "Yes, you are going to need to add vanilla," I smiled at her while she rolled her eyes at me. I dipped a finger into the batter after Kiki had mixed the flour and sugar with the other ingredients. I would risk salmonella any day just for some raw batter. Kiki, on the other hand, was cautious and complaining. She complained about the butter being too cold and the eggs not being warm
I wanted cake. Carrot cake to be specific. Actually, any cake would do. Perhaps it was because I was truly craving something sweet or perhaps it was because I was currently smelling Kiara's shampoo or it might have been one of the products she used religiously. It smelt sweet, yet I couldn't pinpoint exactly what I was smelling but I liked it. It reminded me of cake. I was about to angle my head so I could get another whiff of Kiara's hair when she spoke up. ''Why do you think we're friends?'' she started. She looked up at me with her beautiful big caramel-coloured eyes. She blinked her long dark lashes as she waited for my answer. I wonder if she could hear my heart race as she rested her head on my chest. I prayed my shirt could somehow muffle the sound. I glanced at her laptop which was playing a sitcom we found. I guess we both decided to use it as background noise. I thought about her question. We were friends because I fell in love with her the moment I saw her and wanted to
I glanced over at Kiara. Her eyes were closed. Her hand moved along to the beat of Alicia Keys. Did she know she was humming along? I doubt that she did. I have found that Kiara lacked awareness from time to time, I didn't mind nine times out of ten. I found it cute how she would sing louder at the parts she was sure of and mumble along to the parts she forgot. With Kiara's singing, my mind went back to what happened when I was dragged away that morning. I ended up missing the first session of the day. I would need to ask Kiara and the teacher for the notes because if I knew my best friend I knew she had mostly doodles with a sprinkling of words in her book. I locked the meeting room as Kiki and I watched towards our lockers. I tried to get her to talk about the game, but Kiara preferred to ignore things. That was one thing I wanted to change about her. Discussing what upsets you is a good thing, we don't have to do it the second a misfortune happens, but it needs to be done.Since