Not Stupid, Naive (On Hold)

Chapter Eight

I've been waiting for Cyra at the parking lot for almost an hour now, and she still hasn't come to pick me up. I've tried calling her but her phone's switched off.

I tried her number one last time, but again, it said switched off.

Luckily, I knew the way home. I mean, I do, right? I look out the car window every day when Cyra drives me home (the same way she's driving me crazy).

I should know all the routes and turns home, right? I mean, I've mastered the walk from the cars point of view. I'll be good, right?

I gulped. No, I've never walked home before. But I'll be fine. I'm a good girl, I study my Bible every time I have a bad dream, and the last one I had was four months ago.

Now that I think about it, it's not as impressive as I thought. But hey, I've managed to stay out of trouble with bullies, I didn't offend anyone with a soldier father, or is it father soldier?

Anyway, I'm good. Maybe singing would help.

~I'm good, yeah, I'm feeling alright~

I start my walk, readying myself for whatever awaits.

I walk past a few landmarks I recognise. Past shops, houses, alleys, pretty dark and spooky alleys.

~Baby, Im'a have the best freaking walk of my life~

I continue to calm myself down.

I keep walking, but soon, I start to get tired. I looked back, and I'm devastated to still catch sight of my school. I haven't walked a Mile, I'm sure.

Change of songs now because I'm definitely not good!

~oh, I hope someday I'll make it out of here.
Even if it takes all night or a hundred years~

Another song! This walk must not take a hundred years! Wow! I really need to start exercising! People say I've got a good shape, but that's just the surface, I can't run a 100-meter even if it meant getting a million dollars!

That's not true. For a million dollars? I'll run like a fitness instructor.

Well, since there's no money in this walk, I'm tired, and I feel like I'd slump and die any moment.

Plop plop

What do you know? It started raining.

Great.

I really love rain, but being rained on is not lovable. I guess I'm a really big home girl.

I'm getting drenched by the minute, and I run into a store for shelter. I just pray I don't catch a cold.

Urgh! Cyra's a bitch!

Yeah, I said it!

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I finally get home drenched from head to toe, and I am so angry! I'm going to kill Cyra when I see her.

I better make her aware of her death.

"Cyra!!" I screamed.

No response.

"I'm home!" I yelled again. Still no response.

So she forgets me at school and now she's ignoring me? Cyra, you are so dead!

I start walking up the stairs to go to her room. On the way, I hear, moaning?

"Luke..." I hear Cyra's voice.

Luke? Who's Luke?
I begin to get scared. Is Cyra in danger.

"What? I'm not doing anything. " I hear a guys voice. I edge shakily to Cyras door and place my ear on it. 

"Luke... damn you! Luke!"

I can't take it anymore. I slammed the door open, and what I saw left me rooted to the spot.

A shirtless guy I've never seen before in my life is right on top of a half-naked giggling Cyra. I don't know whether to close my eyes and walk away and pretend like I didn't see them or to go over and pull the guy off Cyra.

"C-Cyra?" I managed to say.

She turned her head to me in shock, and the boy jumped off her.

"Who's she?" He asks Cyra.

She ignored him and picked up a long wool sweater, and pulled it on. "Luke, you have to go," she tells him.

The boy, Luke, is hesitant.

"Now!"

Luke groans like a child whose mum refuses to give sweets and glares at me. What did I do wrong?

As he walks out, he bumps into me purposely. I stumble a little. What the heck?

"Chastity, what are you doing in my room?" Cyra asks.

"Who is he?"

"What are you doing here, and why didn't you knock. I'm sure you don't lack manners, " She says with her legs crossed as she sits on her bed.

"You didn't come to pick me up at school," I tell her.

"That's not a reason for barging into my room,"

Oh, so it's my fault now?

"Cyra, I had to trek, God knows how may miles from school here, and it's because you didn't come to pick me up,"

"I forgot."

"Would you die if you texted me and said you couldn't make it?" I ask her. I was getting angrier by the second. "So you forgot me for Luke?"

"I never said that, I just -"

I'm in no mood to listen to her. "Who is he anyway?"

"My friend. He's a friend, " Cyra says. I don't need to blink twice before I know she's lying.

"You must be close friends. Him on top of you, you giggling like a fool. I'm telling Mum when she gets home. "

As soon as she hears the word 'mum', she jolts up. "Don't tell mum!"

I cross my arms. "Why? He's your friend, right? He made you forget your sister." Cyra is quiet. "Maybe you'll explain to mum what you two were even doing,"

"We were talking," she lies again.

"Cyra, I'm not stupid! He was shirtless. You were barely wearing anything. The last time I checked, that's not how to talk."

"That's because no one has ever talked to you."

" I tell you literally every conversation I have every day after school, and you're telling me no one talks to me?"

"You can't understand. " She says and walks up to me. "You'll never understand."

"Then start explaining!" I yell.

She sighs. "I'm just gonna say this, don't tell Mum,"

"I won't if you tell me what you were 'talking' about." I air quote 'talking'.

"Great, you won't tell her," Cyra walls out. I obviously follow her.

"I will, unless you tell me who he really is, and why he was on top of you."

"It's called mating. You've got a phone. Look it up. You've got friends, ask them. You saw me with that boy?"

"Uh..yes,"

"No, you did not!" She holds my shoulders and looks me in the eye. "You did not see him, I did not forget you at school. Mum doesn't know. Got it?"

"But, I saw him, and you forgot me at school,"

Cyra shakes her head. "No, you did not. No, I did not. Think of this as a movie you were never meant to watch but you watched and you're trying to forget. Okay?" "

"But -"

"Good!" She let's go of me. "I'll make you something to eat. You go get dry clothes,"

I look down at my clothes. I completely forgot I was drenched and now I feel cold as the cloth sticks to my body.