Finding Oriana

Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

Over the next few days, I sneak my way to the gym. That's before going into the special needs class to help my mum. It seems to be, going slow. I guess it's still early days yet, but she has a couple of kids in already. I do have a bit of a soft spot for one of the little boys that's just started here. His name is Royford and his condition is with his legs. Not only does he have autism, but he's also had a few operations on his legs. Something to do with them not forming properly, you know, before he was born. That's where mum helps with his therapy. He's just so cute though what with his little cute cherub face. He just melts your heart.
Anyway, Bailey says that if I keep going with the kickboxing? I could end up being pretty good at it. Of course, I just need to learn how to focus. And as you know I've hatched this plan to get Kaiden to fall for me. As of yet, he's still to look my way. Shit, he's a stubborn one. Honestly, I've pulled everything out everything that I have in me just to impress him. Sadly, I'm not making any progress... I mean, like today at the gym. Well, it hurt because I had my first glance a glance at his flirting skills and sadly it was not aimed at me, but a girl, training at the same gym. Oh, that was fun to watch not! So it's turning out to be like the more I try to get his attention the more he seems to flirt with all the girls. So, to give my aching heart a rest I'd skipped training. I ended up heading straight to our local swimming pool. Yeah, it was an interesting one. Oh yes, it was I'd only got pulled to one side by a man, one that told me he was a photographer. He asked if I did any modelling before. Obviously, I hadn't, so he asked if I'd come down to his studio and have me do a few modelling shots. Now as you know, my mother did all that crap. I wouldn't say it's something I'd take up on purpose, but it could be a way to earn some pocket money. I mean, it's not like I need it or anything. No, but it would come in handy you know for when I go to college. Yes, as soon as I do my last exams in the next few months, I'll be leaving the sixth form and heading off to college. I'll study Art, hence the reason I was at work with my aunt Hales. Not only was she helping me out with research for an exam. (It was one I had coming pretty soon) But she's also kinda promised to show me a few things, too. You know, like water, colours and stuff the basics.
I told mum about the photographer, and as I knew she would, she said no. I think she's just scared incase I get sucked in the way she did, but I checked him out. His company seems pretty legit, but still, she's having none of it. Maybe I'll do a bit more research and then I'll ask again? You know once she knows it's all legitimate.

Some weeks later...
"Hey squirt, how was school?" My Dad asked as I throw down my school bag.
"That bad, huh?"
"It's always that bad, Dad. It's school," I tell him with a huff. He's currently in the kitchen sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in his hand and his laptop in front of him. I'm guessing he's been working from home today. Normally, he'd be there still when I come home from school.

"Don't ask, dad. I'm telling you, just don't ask."
I'm looking in the fridge, searching out my bottle of Fanta. Luckily for my little brother, it's still there. Yes, he likes to take what belongs to me. Now on a normal day, and if it was anything else, this would be fine. However, when it comes to my red Fanta? I can lose my shit if he's taken it.
Once I pull it out, I practically slam the door behind me. As expected, it made my dad's head tilt to the side.

"Are you sure, you don't want me to ask? Squirt, you've been acting kind of strange lately. Nobody's bothering you at school, are they? I mean, if you're having issues, then we can."
I quickly cut him off, telling him I'm fine and there's nothing to worry about.
"Trust me, I'm okay. I guess I'm just, tired. You know, new school and all. I guess it's just taking a while to settle in."

When I tell him this, I'm picking my bag up from the floor. Then I make my way to my room, only because I'm not ready to discuss my moods with him. Not yet anyway. I don't want anybody knowing I have a fixation on Kaiden Vincente. Sadly, my mood is because of him. Yep, just today I watched him kiss a girl. This happened, just after he'd seen me walk out of class. Let me tell you, it hurt so badly. Watching him do this shit, really fucking hurts. So, I'm just about ready to give up. Now that I'm seeing exactly who, Kaiden Vincente is. I've been seeing "Mr McBuff" at my school a lot lately. Yes, he's at the same school as me and my cousins. Of course, I didn't know this. Well, not until I'd asked Lucas about him. You know because I needed a little more info on him. And yes, I know he's younger than me. But hey, what's a year's difference? I'm in the sixth form at his school, and I'm almost ready to leave, too. So that wouldn't be strange dating him, would it?
Anyway, the reason I had no clue that he goes to my school? He was on holiday when I first started there. He went to Italy for a few weeks to visit his grandparents. Oh, I think I swooned a little. It's when my auntie Hales, told me he's like half a quarter Italian or something. He kinda looks it too, with his sun-kissed skin and dark blond hair. It makes his blue, grey eyes sparkle. And his smile is to die for. It's with a perfect set of white teeth, and two amazing dimples to finish it off. Inserts sigh. Only thing is, he still hasn't even batted an eye my way. Meh! Stupid boy. I mean, it's not like I've not given him enough glances to show him you know to show him I'm interested. But sadly when I do it he just takes a quick look and carries on doing what he's doing. So I guess he's either got a girlfriend, which I highly doubt with all the little stories I've heard about him and how much of a tart he is. Or he's just uninterested in me, which is strange for a tart like him. And especially to not take me up on my offer, of snogging my face off. Wow, I kinda feel like the rejected one of the "Mr McBuff's" array of girls to come onto. Well now, doesn't that thought feel nice to know? Ugh! Boys, who needs them? But what's worse was that he's in my art class at school. Yes, they sometimes mix the sixth formers in with the other years. I'm not sure how I feel about it now if I'm honest. I'm not loving the view of watching him flirt with the pretty girls. I sighed, while also feeling a stabbing pain in my chest. You know, after I watched him kiss another girl. Okay, okay... So I now know I need to get a grip. If I've got to spend the rest of this year just looking at him while watching him flirt his way through, the whole school? I think I'd end up slapping him. So yeah my mum's right I need to forget about him. I need to move on from this little crush that I've got going on with him. So, it meant I'll have to stop going to boxing practice with Bailey. I'm sure he'll understand. He told me off a few times. Mostly for watching him while sparring. I guess he knew I wasn't there to learn to fight, but hey how it was entertaining while it lasted.