Kisses from Karma

Chapter I.3 The Fall

I sat on the living room in my pajamas after dinner, the TV was on but I had no idea what was playing. No matter how hard I tried to push it away, the gym locker incident kept forcing itself back to my mind and I felt like eating the throw pillows and chocking myself every time I remember it.

                I buried my face into a pillow and grunted into it for the nth time, willing myself to forget about the chagrin I was feeling. But Jesse’s face and honey-brown eyes were like a video on replay in my mind which only reminds me of all the self-inflicted mortification.

                “You alright?” Brennan appeared from the kitchen. “You look like you’re trying to pillow-drown yourself.”

                I sat on my legs. “I did what you asked me to.”

                A flash of excitement showed on Brennan’s face as he asked, “Really? How’d it go?”

                I groaned and slumped to the floor, crushing pillows onto my face. “I accidentally went in to the boy’s locker room,” I said through the pillow, muffling my words.

                “What?” Brennan seemed genuinely shocked at first but then he chortled before he could catch himself, which he tried to disguise into a fit of coughs. “Really?”

                “It’s not funny!” I shot at him.

                “No one said it was funny!” Brennan said, fighting the smirk off his face. “But seriously Kal, what happened?”

                “Someone caught me, and he thought I was a stalker.”

                Brennan guffawed. And I wanted so badly to punch him. He fell to his knees with a hand on his stomach, red as a tomato. He was still struggling for breath when he said, “Sorry. You gotta admit, it was kind of funny.”

                “No, Brennan, it’s not funny at all!” I said, shooting him a glare.

                “You’re right. Sorry.” 

                I stood up, furiously throwing a pillow at him. “The next time you hit on a girl, you go figure out her locker combination yourself.”

                “Oh come on, Kal. I said I was sorry.” I heard him say as he flopped himself into the sofa.

                I was in the midst of my dramatic walk out when the doorbell rang.

                “Will someone please get that?” Mom shouted from the kitchen’s bathroom.

                Brennan and I looked at each other. I crossed my arms and I was about to open my mouth to tell him to get it, but he closed his eyes with a smirk, he was already hugging the pillow I threw at him. “I did the dishes,” he declared.

                I narrowed my eyes at him but it was no use, considering that he couldn’t see me. I threw my arms up beside me exasperatedly and dejectedly declared, “I got it.”

                I dragged my fluffies to the front door. I opened it, and when I saw who it was, all I wanted to do was shut the door, run back inside and hide.

                “Hi,” Jesse greeted. He was holding my backpack

                “What—why…Jesse...” I stuttered. I tried to regain my composure. “Hi,” I finally said.