Karolina
7 years ago
I looked over Emory's shoulder trying to see, what she was doing. To my surprise, sense the sarcasm, she was reading some architectural book. She has big dreams and I am sure she will achive them, not like me. She wants to be an architect, while I want to be a model, who know the law. Every time we come here, to library after school or between lessons, I do the homework and studies, she reads guides and textbooks on architecture. That's also, how we met. She was sitting in the ine of armvhair in the back of the room, reading a book.
At the beggining of first year, I saw her in the library. We were in the same class and together we got into older class od English, so I thought we might become friends. I couldn't help but looked over her shoulder to look what she was reading. I saw a page about gothic style, my favorite architectural style. I tapped her on the shoulder and made a comments. At first she was skeptical of me and just nodded at what I said, but over time she began to answer.
Thanks to which the conversation went on for several hours, we were literally kicked out of school because we were sitting in it for too long. I got a big talk from my mother, but it was worth it, because of that we found out that we have quite a lot in common and we started to be friends.
If I be good at math I would go for architecture as well, but I'm not. Unfortunately. I almost failed math at the end of my freshmen year. Now I am more ambitious. Don't worry.
"Were you thinking, where you would be in 5 years?" I questioned her suddenly. I leaned over her and put leg over leg, immediately taking it off, reminding myself that I can't do that. If I want to be good ballerina I can't. She gave me slight smile and shook her head, putting away her book. "I don't want to be mean, but where do you get such questions, totally out of context?" She adjusted her glasses and started gesticulating with her hands. I pouted my bottom lip in a childish way, making puppy eyes, taking my head closer to her, shaking it slightly. "Probably it's from spending too much time with Will." She rolled her eyes. Right, I should shut up. I firgot she doesn't like him. I wil never understand that. He is weird and crazy and drunks every day, but it doen't mean he is not a good man. She should consider that.
"I should have guessed, it was quite his style." She rolled her eyes again and came back to reading. "He is non stop asking me about you, why don't you....." She didn't let me finish. "Please stop. I can't. You know it............. If Martin.." She stopped because my phone buzzed. Em took it in her hands, cause she was closer to it and checked who texted me.
"It's from Winter?.......... She is saying that she in school.... THIS school and she waits for you on the main hallway with some girl called Rika." OH MY FUCKING GOD! I forgot she is coming today. I stood up quickly. My hair and skirt jumped up and failing in a mess. I collected my things and snatched my phone from Emmy's hands. "I love you Em, but we will see each other on the lesson, I need to take her." She giggled and agreed. I gave her a little kiss on the cheek, what she returned and as fast as I could I run out of the library.
When I closed the door I bumped into someone. Is it set? I looked up and immediately my smile faded away. Trevor Crist. Little man whore. I rolled my eyes. He leaned down and picked up my bag. I didn't notice I dropped it. I think Emmy is right with getting more sleep. I tend to forget things more and more. Emmy says I'd lose my head if I didn't have it on my neck.
"Here, Kie." He gave me my hand bag back and tried to 'accidentally' touch my hand. I didn't take it. Talking to him was too much for me. "I am Karolina for you..... Don't you happen to have a girlfriend you need to take care of? Do you really have to flirt with other chicks? Me in particular?" I scolded him. He disgust me. Everytime he is around me and I am alone he is clinging to me. Like a creep. That's why I started to showing up more with peolpe like Kai, Damon,Will or his brother, cause I know, he won't do anything.
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The Red Queen || Devil's night || Damon Torrance
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