The Boy With a Black Hoodie

Chapter Eleven: Alan

When I went back to Kiara's place I did not expect to bump into her parents. Not that I knew they were her parents but I could tell from the way they held themselves. I was about to knock at the door when at that moment they decided to come out.

"Uh, hie, Hello I'm looking for Kiara," I said trying to be calm but failing.

"Hello, I'm Kiara's dad Arthur Adams and you are?"

"I'm Alan, Alan Walker and we were supposed to work together on an assignment." I lied but I couldn't exactly tell them that I had poor grades. I had to maintain my image.

"Hi Alan, I'm Kiara's mom Cynthia Adams and please come in. We were about to go out into the garden but that can wait." Kiara's mom said and I followed them in again.

Her parents looked like movie stars. Cynthia, her mom had flawless chocolate skin and her hair was cut in a neat fade haircut and dyed in a beautiful maroon color. Her dad looked like he came from a magazine ad. Together they looked perfect.

They offered me tea and cookies and asked about Kiara's behavior at school. I almost choked.

"She is great and all teachers adore her." Now, this was pushing it a bit far ok not a bit but far away. No teacher adored Kiara. I'm hundred percent sure if she wasn't a genius she would have been expelled.

"Really? She always wanted to skip grades so I'm glad that she enjoys school now," Her dad said and I nodded.

"I told you hun that she would accept it though it would have been great to send her to England," Her mom continued.

"Alan dear go ahead into her room and wait for her there. We will be in the garden I'm sure she will be very happy to see us,"  Arthur said and I agreed.

I waited and when Kiara came she was surprised to learn that her parents were home. After discovering that they would be here for the consultation we both decided to come up with a plan to fix our reputations.

As we walked to the hotel, yes walked I had run to her place ok I asked her a question that had been bothering me.

" Don't you have a good relationship with your mother Kiara?" I kinda expected her to go mad and change the topic and you know the whole movie drill, instead, she laughed.

"Did you see my mom dude? She is just so perfect and it's hard to keep up with her sometimes. She does whatever she feels like so the answer is yes we don't get along," She answered.

"Sounds like you, "I mumbled only for her to punch me on my arm.

" ouch, woman! Are you descended from wrestlers or what?"

"Yes. John Cena is my ancestor." She says and she laughs. I join her and we walk in comfortable silence until we reach the hotel.

"What are we doing here? I thought oh never mind you live here." She remarked.

" Yeah, mom is still looking for a suitable home." Dang, I was becoming a liar.

"Wow."

"Wow what?"

"You live in five-star hotel A. Awww so cute," And I felt my cheeks heating.

"And you live in a mansion Kiki!"

"Ok ok are we gonna stand here forever or should we go and grab your bag?"

"Sure let's go," I said and led the way to the elevator. It was the most awkward elevator ride in history. The reason being we were the only ones inside and I could just smell the sweet scent of Kiara's cologne. I also couldn't stop thinking about our kiss and how it felt so amazing.