Kay Flock story:
about a girl who is learning herself and a boy who is losing himself
Many would consider them an unlikely duo but a perfect one.
They balance eachother perfectly; Like ying and yang.
This story begins with the pair coincidently me...
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------------------ 📍 BRONX, NEW YORK, USA 1:44 PM ------------------
Lifting his head to me he looks toward me as I do the same my eyes shifting around the room anxiously not wanting to make eye contact yet not being able to keep my eyes off of him.
I recognised him from somewhere but just couldn't remember exactly where: Ever since the incident my memory had gone down hill. I would usually forget small moments and names of people or things but, luckily if I thought hard enough it would take me a few more moments to remember what was going on.
His pretty, straight, black brows scrunch up as he stares at me in my face, lifting a finger toward me, pointing "yo ain't you that girl from the elevator?" He asks rhetorically.
I twist my head to the side confused as to what he was referring to before it clicked "oh yes sorry I didn't recognise you" he nods plainly.
Guiltily i clench my teeth feeling I had annoyed him I ponder my sight nervously, It's typical for me to abnormally anxious and quite around those I don't know.
But his leaned back, careless attitude made the feeling much more intense, I'm usually good at reading others emotions and adjusting to them. But his weren't on display atall, I couldn't tell what he felt or thought.
He shook his head sitting up from rocking the red, plastic and metal chair "nah, you good..." he replies before carrying on, looking towards me once again "so what you thinking for the poem?" I smile lightly at his question.
Glad that he wasn't going to make me do all the work, I shrug "honestly, I'm not too sure. What about you?" I ask curiously, he sucks on his teeth thinking "ion know I'm tryna think what my favourite type of poems are..." we sit in silence for a few seconds.
Thinking together our favourite type of poems and coincidently we say at the same time "love poems" are voices synching causing us to look towards eachother shocked I giggle lightly causing him to chuckle a little too rubbing his facial hair against his hands.
Though me and Kevin hadn't spoken much I could feel a spark between us, a friendship that would hopefully form well over this next term of working together.
Opening my note pad and grabbing a pink inked pen, I decide to note down ideas before coming to our conclusion making it easier to round up our thoughts "so I guess love poetry it is." I conclude he nods at my remark, leaning in so he could get a closer look at my note pad which he had noticed I was starting to write upon.
As I wrote I felt his presence near me his knees knock into mine as his watches my now slow and somewhat shaky hand write away blindly.
His aura was dominant, matching his cologne along with another smell which was similar yet unrecognisable, Kevin's voice enters the atmosphere knocking me out of my thoughts "yo uh... my bad I ain't even asked for your name yet" I glance over my left shoulder where he hovered closely.
Locking eyes, but quickly diverting the contact "oh yeah sorry I should've said. My names Khadijah. And you're Kevin I'm assuming" I reply referring to Mrs.Smith who had called him out by name earlier.
His face scrunches up just how it was when we first made eye contact with one another, making me realise I had likely made a mistake due to my bad memory, "yeah but I go by-" and before the conversation could go any further another person interrupts.
"Heyyyy KayKay" a feminine voice had entered the room, causing both me and Kevin to look away from eachother and instead towards the desk infront of us.
Sat a pretty light skin girl, her hair completely black, and straight, her eyes sleek and a dark brown, Kevin's dementor changed hearing her tone kissing his teeth he replies annoyed slightly "sup Niha" he looks away from her and into the distance.
Expressing his disinterest in the conversation between the two, though she ignored it carrying on "you slidin thru tonight?" She asks leaning her head against her hand while glancing over to me.
Not with a smile or grin, but with a look of dislike and discomfort before putting her attention back over to Kevin who remained disassociated with her.
He spares her a look, face blank, without emotion as usual "nah, gotta run some drills. You know what it is." She scoffs at his remark, obviously unimpressed with what he had to say "you've said that this last month and a half, going on two months. Your telling me over that time you haven't had a single hour of the day free." It was obvious to Niha that Kevin was lying and it was now obvious to me too.
He kissed his teeth not wanting to go back and forth with the girl "yo hop off my dick. I told you that I'd hit you up when I'm free. Ight? Now carry on witcho' work." Kevin ends the conversation mercilessly, carrying on our previous conversation about the poems like it was nothing.
Though it obviously wasn't just 'nothing'. I mean Niha let me know by her surrender-less stare into my soul. Which I attempted to ignore but couldn't help to check if my 6th sense was correct, which each and every time it was.
Me and Kevin had carried on chopping it up over the poetry despite the small inconvenience which came between "so why's r love poetry your favourite?" I query, causing him to hum, I liked that about him he listened carefully and answered carefully, I could tell Kevin was a very well put together person.
Though it seemed there was much more behind him than he let off, he was very closed off and often came off cold even if he didn't intend to, though he knew what he was doing and when he was doing it.
"Shit. I don't know. Something about how it's written, it's hard you know. When I first read that shit, I thought it was wack, cringy; but when I really looked into it, it was some of the realest shit I ever read. On the surface level love poems are just about love, but when you go deeper into it... love poems are about life."
