Live For Me

Chapter 3

"hey, hey Kiara! Kiara Hardwood" she snapped her head to me with a mocked face. I was hoping for her to walk to me. Because why not?

I'm laying her like a French model but she didn't even glance at me before I called her name out. She unfortunately, just gave me a raised eyebrow.

I know she had a bad day but I saved her life for god damn sake. "What are you? a hippie?" She squinted her eyes.

She gaped her mouth realizing something and stomped to "how did you know my name?". I winked playfully and said something that was slower than a whisper.

She hesitated but she knelt down. "Fairy godfathers don't tell their secrets" I whispered. She hit me with her bag and rolled her eyes. "Ughh you are wasting my time" she stood and brushed her daisy printed black dress.

She looks so exquisite with that dress no wonder she wanted to die in it. I snickered to myself. She walk away and followed her when she is almost at the end of my range of view.

I rested my head on my stretched arm. I tried to stay far away so that she won't realize I'm following her.But my footsteps were too hard even when I'm relax. She turned around and gave me a really exhausted face.

"Can you stop bothering me" I just draw a confused face. "I don't think I'm bothering you...I'm just walking" I shrugged.Her next move wasn't expected by me. She came closer and kissed me deeply. I pushed her away really hardly. It seems like I'm being too harsh on her. "What was that?" She flicked her eyes erasing all the confused feeling welled up in her. Why is she so confused?

"Isn't that what you wanted? Isn't that all of you jocks wanted from me" she broke into tears seemingly helpless. "Do I seem cheap to you guys?".

She put her fingers through her hair like there was a lot going on at the same time in her head.I don't know which is worse. Seeing her alive and cry like there was nightmares on replay in her head or seeing her trying to kill herself because she wants to put a stop the nightmares from replaying again.

I pulled out the black hairband from her wrist "why would i want what the other jocks want?". I tied her hair into a bun. Well at least I think it was a bun. "I want what other jocks can't get..." I locked my eyes on her face as I put all the strands of her hair behind her ear.

Wiped her tears from her soft skin with my long excessive sleeves. "Which is your happiness". She looked at me with her swollen eyes, trying to smile. It seems so hard for her to do it.

She took my hand softly which seem really familiar to me for some unknown reason. I stopped her before she could and look at her "you can go home now...".

She bit her lip and grab my hand walking through the path she was taking before, with a forced face. I oddly feel like I love it this way than staring at her from behind her like a creep. "I taught you didn't like me following you?" I smirked.

She grunted "you are the reason I have to walk home today" she exclaimed with a frown. "So you trust me now?"

I could see her thinking expression and shook her deliberately "not at all". She turned around now facing me and cock her head towards the building behind "that's my house". She motioned me to go back. I smiled at her and turned around. Trying to look somewhat tempting.

"Thank you" she whispered.