Just Listen

Chapter 32

Warning...mature content

KP's POV

Walking down the school hallways, I felt so out of place. Lucrecia wasn't even here. I have to make sure she was okay. "Hey," I averted my eyes from the floor towards the girl infront of me. "What do you want?"
"I'm sorry about your father. He didn't deserve it." Paige spoke, her hands behind her back. Bad news travel fast don't they.

"Oh, so now you care?" I folded my arms together, not believing that she'd do a one eighty.

"You were right about Luu, I should have listened to you." She casted her eyes to the floor. I snorted. Rolling my eyes. "Look, Kamilah, I'm sorry."
Horizontal wrinkles appeared on my forehead. My jaw went slack and my mouth hang open loosely.
"And there is something that you have to know..."

"I don't care."

"But Kami!" She stepped forward trying to reach me as I stepped back, trying to avoid her like the plague.

"You have no right to call me that." I stated. My back facing her. I folded my arms. "Apology accepted, but it doesn't make us friends," I sighed.

"I get that, but please listen to me," she begged.

"Why should I? You never gave me a chance."

"Would you just bury the hatchet and listen!?" she shouted.

"To what exactly?"

"Lucrecia," she began. "She's not who you think she is."
Okay, now I've had it. "Oh please! Don't you have something better to do? I know it was you who ratted her to the headmistress." I spun around, furious.

"Yes, I did. It was stupid of me. But Kamilah, there's something you have to know."

I lifted my hands in surrender, "I've had enough. I'm late for class." I brushed my shoulder against hers as I walked away.
"No!" She refused, grabbing my arm and pulling me back. I glared at her. My eyes squinting.

"Let go."

"Not after you hear me out."

"I said no!" I yanked my arm back.

"Quit being such a brat and listen to me!" she groaned. "Your friendship with Lucrecia, that girl is..."

"The only real friend I ever had!" I exploded. Paige stepped back in shock. "What did you do? What have you done? You've only bullied me. Made fun of me. How do you expect me to just forget everything?" I cried. Paige just stared at me. Not sure of what she should be doing. I saw her open and close her mouth a few times. Her hands balled into fists.

"I,"
"Save it. It's not worth it." I wiped my tears off with the back of my hand.

"I just want to fix my mistakes," she whispered. "Isn't that a bit too late?" When she didn't respond, I took it as an opportunity to make my way back to class. Unfortunately, she was dead set on ruining my day.

"Wait!" she called back. "I can't change what I said or did in the past. But I want to help you and save you from regret."

"Then please, do say." I stated, exasperated. She closed her eyes, preparing herself. I rolled my eyes. Folded my arms and leaned against the wall.

"Lucrecia and Luu aren't who you thought they were, or are." My left eyebrow rose. Releasing a breath I had held in to wait for what she wanted to say.

"Just because Luu showed you flames, doesn't justify whatever lies you want to conjure up against Lucrecia." I stated, scrutinizing her.

"But that's the thing. There is no Luu or Lucrecia." My eyebrows furrowed together. Looking at her as if she was going crazy. I rolled my eyes and walked away. "You'll be sorry Kamilah." She called out behind me. I scoffed and continued to walk off. She really was going insane. Luu probably stole her boyfriend too. Angelo? His name popping up in my head made me feel numb. I felt like hyperventilating. I held my hand against my chest. Squeezing the fabric of my uniform tight. Feeling fresh tears threatening to fall.

My legs gave up on me and I slumped to the floor. The urge to lay in a fatal position overwhelmed me. I couldn't stop the tears that freely fell like raindrops, making miniature puddles on the floor. I sensed a figure crouching down infront of me. He place his hand on my shoulder. Using his other hand to lift my chin up. He gave me a smile, one that seemed like him just making the effort would wound me. A sad smile.

"Can I take you to your room?" he asked, brushing a few strands of hairs off my face. I nodded, fearing that my voice would betray me. He stood up. I didn't. His head titled to the side. Suddenly, two arms scooped me from the floor. I was too numb to be surprised. Angelo was all I could think of. All I could think of was why he was so mean to me when all I wanted was just to love him.

"Where's your dorm?" He asked as we he was walking. "Lu-cre-cia's," I said in between sobs. He nodded and soon enough we had arrived. He gently placed me on the couch. Walking over to the cabinets, he brought back a bottle of water and sat next to me. The crying had died down, the only remainder were just sniffles. "Why are you doing this?" I asked him after blowing my nose.

He scooted closer. He sat in a way that his upper body was facing me. His left arm rested on the antimacassar. For some strange and weird reasoning, I felt flustered. His right hand cupped my right cheek. "Because, I was worried about you." He responded. Scooching over. He bit his bottom lip. "Your hazel upturned eyes shouldn't be secreting so much tears." He breathed and I forgot how to.

"I know how to make them stop." His hand was still rested on my cheek.
"You do?" My response came out as a breathy whisper than I had intended it to be. He nodded. His lips tugging up slightly. My own lips parted slowly. My throat felt dry. He rubbed my bottom lip with his thumb and for a brief moment, he was rubbing off all that pained me. His pupils dilated. I swallowed.

"Close your eyes." He whispered. I didn't want to. It was obviously a bad idea, but my body said otherwise. I found my lids slowly closing. My breathing was laboured. I felt his body moving in closer. His face so close to mine. My eyes suddenly shot open in panic. He simply smiled. Gently brushing his thumb on my cheek.

Heat rose from my stomach to my chest. His lips were getting closer and my heart decided to skip a beat, the smell of him drove me into a trance. I parted my lips and felt him wash over like a wave of warmth. All my senses left me defenseless as the taste of him nearly silenced my thoughts.

My body tingled as I felt his frame leaning onto mine. The way his arms wrapped around me felt like a forbidden act. The feeling itself felt foreign and yet enticing. He pulled me in, claiming my mouth as his. My knees became jelly. Before I could even make sense of all that was happening, my fingers had already slipped under his shirt. Feeling the radiating heat on his smooth skin.

In the back of my head, I knew that he will soon become the Monday of my life. Yet, I didn't want to think of it. I wanted to be lost in this very moment.

The kiss seemed to drag on forever until we pulled away to breathe. His cool eyes bore into mine. Heat rose to my cheeks. My eyes darting to anywhere besides his. He rested his body weight on his arm that was on my left side. The other, held my chin as his tight lips formed an enigmatic smile. "I have to go." He forced himself to say. Even though I knew it had to happen.

He gently got off and slowly walked towards the door. I released a breath i didn't know I held in. After he closed the door behind him, my eyes closed shut too. I layed back on the couch, missing his warmth on me. My eyes shot open as I stared at the perfectly decorated ceiling. My hands slowly covering my face.

Groaning, "I just made out with Walter!"

Angelo's cousin, out of all people. That's great Kamilah. Just peachy.

Not now Paisley.