Kismet

Seven

It's been a month and a half since I've hung out with Kaz. We've texted, flirted, seen each other at school, but I haven't seen much of him since that night.

When I say him, I mean his character. With no time together we never really got to learn each others real personalities and each others deep thoughts.

It's Saturday evening and this is the 4th time my dad has cancelled out on us hanging out together. I was frustrated but mainly disappointed because my dad has never flaked on me ever before.

I just needed of hug or some type of affection.

I called Kaz to see if he was busy. He didn't answer the phone until the last ring.

"Hello beautiful," I could tell he woke up just to pick up the phone. His voice was so deep and sultry. My, I couldn't wait to see him.

"Are you busy?", I asked.

"Nah I was just sleeping," he said, "why wassup?"

"Can I come over..?", I asked dubiously.

"Sure, if you promise not to judge."

I chuckled, "Okay whatever that means. Just text me the address."

I found myself knocking on his apartment door later that night. It was a distance from the school and it wasn't in the best area. Mexicans ruled this apartment complex. There was graffiti over some of the walls. Baby cries echoed all throughout the hallways. And I could already tell they already had a crazy insect problem.

He answered the door in some sweat pants and a T-Shirt. His smile was so wide and the effects of him waking up still carried on him. I looked down to his sweat pants and blushed. He didn't notice until he invited me inside.

"Ma'am, I can take your lanyard," he said presenting his hand out.

"Sure thing sir," I handed him my lanyard and he threw it on one of his shelves. We were so goofy together.

His apartment wasn't as bad as the outside of the complex. I could tell it was trying to be kept up with but not too much. There wasn't a theme to the place. It was just everything an apartment needed.

His voice caught me off guard, "Ehh, come to my room. There isn't much out here."

I followed him the short distance to his room. There were two beds one for him and his brother on each side of the room. One neatly made and the other was a mess. Guess which one was his.

"Sorry, for the mess. I didn't want to do anything extravagant for you. You don't deserve it," he said puffing and throwing himself face flat on his bed.

"Oh really?" I said giggling, "what did I do this time?"

He stayed silent for a moment until he finally rolled over and looked at me. His frosty eyes stared at me.

"Whaaat?!" I asked still standing at the door.

"I want you to be all mine but I don't know how you would feel," he said biting his thumb.

I invisibly blushed, "Are you asking? Or are we just pouring out our feelings?" I said siting next to him on his bed.

"You tell me how you feel and we'll see if I can ask," he said.

Now we were talking to each other only a level above a whisper.

"Well I like you but I wish I knew more about you. I wanna figure you out before I shove myself into a pool pit of mystery," I said.

"That's reasonable," he said, "you may not know it, but I know you."

"I doubt it," I said, "you'll be surprised at how many people think that they can figure me out."