Knowing Kiara Warner

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<<FINNS POV>>
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Walking into math class that day, I never would've guessed this would happen.

"Hi, I'm Kiara."

She said to me. 3 fucking words and I knew everything I had done to push myself away from relationships went down the damn drain.

I felt like shit every time I pushed her away or was short with her. That whole week, I purposely avoided her or any conversation she tried to have. I wanted to do the exact opposite. I wanted to know her favorite things, how she worked through math problems, and anything else I could get. But I couldn't. As selfish as it is, I don't want to put myself in another situation that I know will hurt me.

If I pushed her away long enough, I figured she would give up. Seeing how close she was getting with Chris gave me hope that she would forget about me. Seeing her get out of his car smiling fucking hurt, seeing both of them laughing made it worse.

But when Chris left her alone, I couldn't stop myself from talking to her. I knew I fucked up right when she realized it was me. That little spark of hope in her eyes. I wanted to turn around and walk away, but I couldn't.

"Sooo, how was your day?"

She wanted to know how my day was. I emotionally cut myself off from people for so long that it was easy to respond like a dick, but I wanted to tell her how my day was. I wanted to tell her that I was practicing for football tryouts all day and making cupcakes with my mom for work.

When she snapped at me, I knew there wasn't an excuse I could give her. How can you tell a girl that you're purposely avoiding them cause you don't wanna fall in love again. You can't. I was grateful when she accepted the topic change and seeing her whole face light up at the topic of books was the best part of my day.

I didn't notice Chris pulling her away from me until she was multiple feet away. It's an automatic response to close myself off around Chris. He isn't happy to see me either talking to Kiara. It takes her only 2 seconds before she's knocking his arm off her shoulder and backing away. Her almost looking disgusted at him, was really fucking amusing.

When she starts almost yelling, I take the opportunity and get out of there and back inside the crowded ass house. I shouldn't have invited her to go somewhere quieter. I shouldn't have even walked up to her in the first place. I want to be selfish and stay away from her to save my ass. But at the same time, I want to be selfish with her.

God, I need to get my shit together.

Now I'm looking for any drink in this house that isn't alcohol. If I did drink still, I would be passed out on this kitchen counter, but I found better ways to distract myself.

Looking around, I see a girl with bright red hair and a skin-tight body suit. She's decent looking. Her nose is a little too big for her face, but nothing too bad.

Kiara is perfect.

Quickly, I take that thought and forget about it, not wanting to think about Kiara and what I'm about to do. I walk up to the red head and snake my arm around her waist. She looks up at me with a flirtatious smile and leans closer.

"Hey, pretty boy." Her breath smells fruity, and she starts playing with my hair. I smirk back at her and lean down in her ear.

"Wanna go somewhere?" Pulling back, I see her eyes get darker, and she nods. I know I'm not ugly. As self obsessed as it sounds, there's been multiple girls that have tried to "fix" me after my breakup with Whitney, but I strictly kept everything since just hookups.

I grab her hand and start pulling her towards the stairs, but when I see Kiara walking around aimlessly, I quickly make the decision to head out around the side of the house into the basement instead. I sit down on the worn-out couch and guide her to sit on my lap. I feel nothing making out with her. I mean, I am a boy, so when she starts grinding against me, my body reacts, but that's all it is. A thoughtless reaction.

Grabbing her hips, I lay her down on the couch and take my shirt off. Before I can even blink, she's rubbing her hands up and down my torso, and I'm kissing her neck.

Thinking about it now, I should've chosen someone with a more easily accessible outfit cause this shit is going to be a nightmare getting her out of it. Great.

♡

I wake up to my alarm at 6:30 am and step out of bed. Stepping into my bathroom, I wince at the bright ass lights and notice how exhausted I looked. I ended up going to bed sometime after 3. I fucking knew I should've ignored that party.

After my shower and getting dressed, I head downstairs and see my mom cooking breakfast.

"Morning mom."

"Good morning, sweetie." I still can't believe at 16. I'm still being called sweetie by mother. She's dressed fully in her work clothes, so she should be heading out sometime soon.

Mom's not really a morning person, so that's all we talked that morning before I left for school and her for work.

The drive pointless to getting my mind off of her. Music didn't help, going 90 on a backroad, nothing. The inner fight in my head slowly chipping away knowing I can't just pretend she doesn't exist for much longer. Makes me feel sick, I barely even know this girl for crying out loud. How could she be so interesting to me in such a short amount of time? Nothing about this makes sense.

For the first time, I got to math class before Kiara. I felt impatient waiting for her to show up. Two minutes before the bell rings, I see her walk through the door. She looks exhausted and walks over with her her shoulders shagged looking at her phone. She doesn't look at me once when she sits down, but I don't look away. Even exhausted, she's still beautiful and if I can't date her I will learn to at least be her friend.

If last night meant anything it was proof that Kiara was not disappearing from my life anytime soon and I could physically not handle being a douche to her the rest of the school year.

"Hey."

She looks up at me with a tired smile, "Hi."