The Malik Teenagers

Chapter 3: Are You Ready?

Kyra's P.O.V

When I arrived at school the next morning, he was there again. His arms crossed over his tight fitted shirt, his tie undone and draped a round his neck. His shoulders leant against the wall for support and one of his legs were bent as the soul of his shoe pressed against the wall. His chestnut brown hair was styled the exact same as yesterday, and I assume most days.

His pink lips curved up into a smile as he saw me approaching. I silently cursed at myself for prolonging my chat with mum in the car, creating an opportunity for Vexi and Letty to set off to homeroom without me. I smiled politely as he moved off my locker so I could get to it.

"Are you stalking me or is it just a habit, you hanging around my locker?" I asked as I put away my bag and slung the strap of my gym bag over my shoulder.

"I just wanted to offer to show you the way to gym after homeroom. You haven't been there before, correct?" His eyes squinted as if unsure.

"No, I haven't. How do you know I have gym first period anyway?"

"I saw your schedule yesterday, remember? Besides, they combined gym classes for practical lessons and I have gym first too. Looks like you're stuck with me for a whole hour" he closed my locker for me.

I started heading towards homeroom, conveniently across the hall from his Homeroom. It turned out he had many classes at the same time as me either next door or not too far away. I always see him lurking around. I realised he was following me and I still hadn't taken him up on his offer. The late bell was only a minute from ringing.

I spun around on the heal of my foot as I was only a few steps from my classroom. He stopped in front of me. I thought Brooklyn had to be only a head taller than me but as we stood face-to-face in the middle of the hallway, I realised he was taller than I assumed as I stared up at him.

"Wait for me when the bell rings" I requested.

His lips curved up into another smile, something that made me feel all soft inside. It wasn't exactly butterflies but I realised that in only a couple weeks from now, it could feel like a herd of elephants. It was something I always felt with...Logan.

*****Flashback*****

The handwritten note, with tear stains and crippled edges, fell from my hand. At first it was hard to comprehend, hard to accept. It didn't hit me for a while, maybe not even yet.

My movements were slow, hesitant, like I was dreaming or possibly dead. I walked out of my room and heard the excitement from down stairs. I took the first step down, holding onto the railing tightly, afraid I'd crumble to the floor.

Everyone moved about in a rushed manner, ignoring my presence. Little Mix and One Direction were attending an awards ceremony, each hopefully accepting an award or two. Everyone was dressed, I was too.

Niall and Louis stuffed food into their mouths, never liking the food served at these events. The girls touched up their makeup and hair. Dad kept checking himself in the mirror, worried about the one piece of hair that dangled down the middle of his forehead. It suited him.

I stood quietly against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, too afraid to speak or make my presence known. I watched them all worry about insignificant things when the most significant and inevitable thing had just happened to me. My dreams had come true, and not in a good way.

"Ky!" Dad announced. "Quickly eat something before we leave. I don't need to worry about you girls starving at the awards like last time" he jokes.

I wasn't in a joking mood. I made no attempt to eat or move. I think I might be sick. Everyone continued fusing.

I felt someone watching me and I didn't have to look up to know who it was. He always looked out for me. We both had broken hearts.