Just Listen

Chapter 35

KP'S POV

She stood there, her smile inviting me in. I followed her into the unknown. Hand in hand, we watched the sun rise. The first rays of sunlight lit up my room. The dawn chorus of melodic birdsong drifted in. My eyes fluttered open, taking in the blurry view. I rubbed them to help my vision.

"I could get used to seeing you every morning."

My eyes shot open as I jolted up. My head snapping to the direction of where the voice came from. I could not believe what I saw. 

It has to be a dream! 

He stood up from the couch. I took in his appearance and heat rose up to my cheeks. I Pulled the covers towards me, trying to shield myself.

"You should be more worried about the drool than your nightie," his eyes brimmed with tears of mirth and the smile tugging his lips broke into a grin.

"Oh, God!" I covered my mouth. Trying to wipe it off, I turned my head sideways to avoid staring at him. He walked over to me and sat on the bed. Without warning, he held my chin and turned my face towards him.

"You're still very pretty. I find it cute that you drool when you sleep. I'm just surprised my snoring didn't wake you."

As if him telling me wasn't enough to bury my shame, his lips found their way to my forehead, gently leaving a lingering kiss on it. I couldn't face him. I looked at anything besides him. I was a shy one when it came to moments like these. He made me feel so exposed.

Common sense decided to finally show up, "Why did you stay?"

"Look at us... we are basically a couple already."

My eyes shot open. "I never agreed to that!" I became defensive, shifting on the bed.

"Kamilah, I know my cousin hurt you or whatever. Give us a chance, please." The sound of agony danced in my ears.

"I,"

"Still love him? I know, he probably still feels the same way too. His pride is in the way though, he won't come to you. One thing is evident, I'm sure you learned from your mistakes. Let me, love you."

His words made my heart turn into the titanic. It sunk. He was right though, I knew one thing, Angelo would never come back to me. As for him, I always felt some type of way whenever he was around. I never knew the definition of jealousy until I met him. With Angelo, I never had a reason to doubt him. I trusted him blindly. Maybe, I was the blind one in our relationship.

Yeah, no kidding. You pretty much spoiled him when he should have done that.

I groaned. This wasn't the time for self pitty. I inhaled deeply, covering my face, I peeked at Walter. Something about him just didn't sit well with me. His forwardness and kindness seemed surreal. I just couldn't bring myself to trust him. I've learned to read through people, thanks to Uncanny Valley, but him. He was so--perfect. It was eerie.

"What is the purpose of your face? You better get ready to leave the dorms, we already missed first period," he said it so casually. My nose flared.

"WHY DID YOU LET ME SLEEP IN, WALTER!?"

He chuckled, buttoning up his shirt. "To answer the question you asked earlier, I stayed because I wanted to look after you. You didn't seem happy yesterday. I was worried."

I brushed the thought off as I quickly put on my uniform. Yeah, I didn't shower. So what? No one will notice.

Oh, trying to pull that Tessa Young stunt huh. News flash! Trevor hinted that she reeked. 

What'd you expect? We're late. 

At least brush your teeth, girl.

NO TIME!

I swung the door open, Walter on my tail. I swore I felt like a deer that was caught up in the headlights and blinded by death's suddenly-invisible 35km/h-approach, when I locked eyes with the Headmistress. Her onyx eyes darted from me to Walter, her lips slightly ajar. 

"You're late for class," she said monotonously. 

My shoulders slumped and I swallowed hard. I knew this wasn't going to end well.

Walter greeted her and walked past me. I was about to do the same when she stood in my way. My eyes fixated on her red stilettoes. I struggled to swallow down my still-beating heart. 

"Uncanny asked me to check up on you and I just came from Ms Layla's class, she told me that you weren't in."

I could not formulate any words. Paisley! Why? I've never been suspended or expelled before! I knew S.X's high's code of conduct, any misconduct led to immediate expulsion.

Hey! Leave me out. Deal with it. You were the one who called Walter in yesterday 'cause you were being a baby about sleeping in your dorm room without Lucrecia.

"You know, Kamilah, I expected this sort of thing from Walter. You, though? I must say, you remind me of Uncanny's rebellion in the old days." What transpired next shook my embarrassment away. Her chuckle was light, and laced with a hum of amusement at the matter. It made my lips tug up a bit. Her manicured hand landed on my shoulder and she led me to her office.

"Am I in trouble?"

"With your dad, yes, if he found out," she winked.

She opened her office door and my face fell. My jaw hung open and my tongue slowly slid against my teeth. My muscles tensed. Why was she here? The Headmistress waltzed in like she couldn't feel the thickening air.

"Uncanny, you won't believe what I had just witnessed!"

"What is it, May?" Uncanny gawked at me.

"-I guess she is her mother's daughter," she threw her head back laughing.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

I guess my presence bothered her, because she didn't seem to have heard the story about Walter and I. This woman was literally a chicken an egg situation. I rolled my eyes as I sat next to her. A shiver went down my spine when I noticed our close proximity. I tried to ease my unraveling heart. Taking in a deep breath, I thought of the one thing that always made me happy--Daddy.

"Kamilah, I need you to go pack up. We're going to my parents' house."

I sat there, my chin rested on my palm. I stared at her without blinking.  A quick bark of laughter escaped my lips.

Did she say exactly what she just said!?

"Are you kidding me?" I blinked slowly, glaring daggers at her.

Her nonchalance annoyed me. She gave off a chortle, "You heard me. Go. Pack."

"So, you expect me to just get up and leave like you did?"

She gritted her teeth, I could tell that an inferno brewed inside her. "No, I expect you to do as you're told."

"Who do you think you are!?" I spat.

She flicked her curly hair with a snort, "Your mother."

My mouth went dry. I have never had such distaste towards anyone other than her and Luu Donna. "I don't want to leave Daddy. I'm not going," I seethed.

"Oh, so you no longer want to know about your grandparents? Fine by me. See you later, May." She stormed out of the office, her tulle skirt making waves as she walked.

She stood by the door, "By the way, Michael is being discharged. The doctor said that his injuries weren't severe as they thought." With that, she shut the door behind her. The Headmistress glared at me.

"What?" I asked, hiding the tornado of emotions that lurked inside.