KENZIE POV
All the sorting and chopping along with the washing pans yesterday, and I am technically a zombie right now. The only moment I might have felt like breathing was his laughter, for the second time yesterday. His voice resonates so well, it's like a rare melody.
Resting a tower of books on the staff table, I politely nod at Mrs.Neustatter who thanks me for being helpful.
"I'll take leave then professor. If there is anything else, I'd be more than happy to help."
"I will call for you if there is anything else Miss.Brown."
"Luna, schedule," I command, stepping out.
'Zoology, Theatre and Psychology. Apart from your regular schedule, you discuss with a the student from technology department regarding your assignment after school.'
I sigh slowly in my half-empty locker. The last time I slept content was before all this started. Wish I didn't sleep the five minutes more.
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"So spill. Who is your crush Kenzie?", I look up from physics support. Since the last fifteen minutes we seated, all Vi and Pie we were going on about were veiny hands and hot boys.
Pie wiggles her eyebrows, waiting for me to respond. I turn to look at Nic, who should have been fed up by this but somehow looks more interested than both of them. Her gaze concentrated on my lips.
I glance back at the clear-skinned girl. She slides her phone towards me. "Go on. Type in the id."
"I don't have a crush."
"You what?". The way she said it seemed concerning. " Miss.Kenzie everyone has a crush. Come on just tell us. Promise we won't spill."
I simply shrug and continue with vectors.
"Girl! Just look around. Look at the table over there. Isn't the broad-shoulder six-foot guy hot? And there. Damn his biceps. If only he would pick me and swing me around. And the dimple guy there is so cute. He would so suit you. There is heaven everywhere. And you can't pick one angel?", amongst all the blabber, I couldn't catch a thing because of how fast her hands were moving."So pick."
Does an average teenager need a crush? Maybe I should have some attraction towards boys because my hormones are meant to be at their peak.
"Don't force her. If she doesn't like boys it's ok", Nic speaks for the first time.
"Oh, Nic I understand you like girls. But she says doesn't have a crush. At least she should like someone."
"Hey! I don't like girls."
"Maybe that one.", I say after a minute of observation. The two ladies at my table immediately turn to look towards the person of interest. At this moment, even Vi stops with her ice cream.
"Who? That laptop guy?", Pie asks squinting her eyes to the extent her lens might pop out.
"Yeah. His hair seems to be taken care of."
"And his little ponytail is cute just like my new toy cat's tail." Vi joins in clapping.
I wait for another comment but all Nic does is stare at the guy.
"I will look up his credentials for you. Let's hook our girl up", I peek at Pie, confused." Oh wait we will also need the address since the bridesmaid dress we need should be according to the venue. Don't worry the wedding makeup will be on me", she continues.
"What?", Nic and I let out in unison.
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The session ended and I looked around the almost space while packing my stuff. Before leaving, I bid farewell to the librarian and hurried down the corridor.
Deciding to grab another few hours for revision proved well. After completing the theatre cleaning early today, I beelined to the tech section. The topic that I chose for the project was surprisingly out of the syllabus for freshman but Mrs Neustatter considered it and suggested I get help from someone in the tech department regarding the model.
I gaze around the laboratory for a presence after steadying my breathing when footsteps approach."I am sorry for being late Miss. Brown."
My eyes slightly widen as soft bangs flutter away from the eyes before a hand is stretched in my direction."Hello. I am Archer Smith."
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NICOLE POV
"Keep in line students. l will not repeat the instructions so listen close". Mr.Rodriguez commands. His voice was audible up to empty bleachers, consisting of a few helpers of the contending students. Ken and Ray stand in the middle, hands back as he instructs them.
I stretch a bottle towards Ken when she returns. Politely denying it, she continues with her stretching.
"So how many matches do you need to win?", I ask.
"All of them. The running and jumps at least, not sure if my hands could get a win."
"You brought Pie and Vi's new shipped suitcases to our room single-handedly. Two huge stuffed bags! You can take it."
"Thanks", her faintly visible dimple assures me she is relaxed now." I should get on track", she says before walking to the girl's side of activities.
On the opposite side, Ray looks a little worn off. His eye bags were a little too noticeable for him to have slept last night. Racing against the boys, he struggles to breathe, leading by seconds.
I turn my head, feeling an intense gaze. Arm-hung, Ken looks straight, keeping her eyes on me as my cheeks start to feel hot. One by one, all the other girls drop while she persists and our eye contact breaks when her hands give way.
I look around and sip on coke while trying to cool down. Everybody gathers around as Mr.Rodriguez announces that the leaders will now race and that this race decides the victor.
Ray and Ken stand the tracks being first and second, both of them staring intensely at each other.
I set aside the coke and stand up as they take a stance, eyes on Mr Rodriguez.
"Ready!Set!Go!". They take off at such speed that their feet and the clapper resonate together.
Ray takes the lead with Ken behind him and the third boy on her tail. He quickly takes over the second place as Ken's legs start to quiver. She is left behind as he pushes forward, running parallel to Ray. The small crowd cheers for Kenzie to not stop and go for it.
Suddenly, Ray starts to lag. His stride lessens as he struggles to breathe. On the other hand, Ken picks up pace and sprints quickly, leaving Ray behind. Her eyes don't adhere from the end line.
Now it's the boy or her.
I make a run for the finish line, to catch her win.
As she enters the last quarter, I push through people. Everybody gasps as I reach for the front line and my heartbeat quickens at the thought of something bad happening. As I peek through, I see the boy past the finish line and Ray panting in the back.
Where's Ken?
I look around and my eyes lock on something on the ground. Hair. Curly hair.Our uniform. And...blood.
"KENZIE!"
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