The Lost Puzzle Piece

Is It Luck, Or Something Else? Pt.1

Seriously, this happens to me almost every night. I move, a lot, in my sleep and this morning like most others I woke up in a tangled mess on the floor. I sat up and stretched, unfortunately whacking my head on the side of the dresser.

“Shit!” I hissed, rubbing the side of my head.

I glanced at the clock and was surprised I had slept for a good 9 hours straight. It was 2 o’clock in the afternoon, and there was still about another 9 hours until my next shift started.

Grabbing a fresh towel, I headed to the bathroom for a shower. Hopefully it would wake me up enough to function.

I put a dot of shampoo in my palm and started to wash me hair. The shower is THE best place to think, and sometimes it’s all you need. At least having short hair had one advantage, shampoo and conditioner lasted a lot longer. I rinsed my hair and massaged some conditioner into my head, wincing as I hit the new soft spot from hitting my head this morning. I ran my hand over the bump that still lingered on the back of my head.

I took three deep, calming breathes and was ready to take my life into my own hands. Ready to finally have control of my fate, have a say in what my destiny was. The gun was already cocked, so with my third breath I squeezed my eyes tighter and pulled the trigger.

There was a sharp pain in the back of my head. I always thought the end would be painless, but I guess with my fortune nothing would ever be what I expected.

I seriously had the worst luck ever. I had passed out from a kind of panic attack when I had pulled the trigger. When I fell backwards I had hit my head on the front of my bed frame.

The bump was still tender, but I’ve always healed quickly so it would probably be almost gone by the end of the week. I quickly washed my body with some pomegranate body wash, rinsed my hair and hopped out of the shower.

There was a knock on my door so I threw my towel around my body and hurried over.

“Mom, I just woke up-“

Once I looked up I saw that it wasn’t my mother at the door, but Noah. Another smirk found its way to his lips.

“If this is how you always answer the door, I’ll be coming by more often.” He stood there staring at me with that stupid smile of his, his gorgeous- did I just say gorgeous?!- I mean his ugly, horrible, green eyes giving me the up down.

“Asshat” I said and slammed the door in his face.

Good lord! This boy! I’ve only known him for two days and I already want to throw him out of a moving vehicle. I have no idea why he infuriates me so much already, when I barely know him.

There was another knock, but this time I ignored it and started putting some clothes on for the warm weather outside.

“Kalila!” Noah shouted from outside my door.

…You have got to be shitting me… boy really did go ask around for my name. Persistent bastard.

I grabbed my drawstring bag, threw my wallet in, along with a water bottle, my iPod, and my notebook and pencil pouch. Making my way over to the door I grabbed my key and put it in my pocket.

I walked out and smacked into Noah.

“Seriously, you didn’t get the hint that I don’t want to talk to you?” I glared at him where he fell on the ground. He was a few inches taller than me, and a lot more solid. But I had momentum on my side on the way out the door, so he ended up falling flat on his ass.

“Oh, I got the hint. I just don’t really care.” He said with a grin, showing his perfect teeth. Looking up at me from the ground where he still sat, he reached out a hand for help up.