The Eyes Tell Lies (Khalil Underwood Series #1)

English, Arguments, and Phones

Keke POV

After walking through the halls and in the classroom with Khalil, I began to feel uncomfortable. He had all these girls swooning over him, some even noting about the sexual experiences they've had with him. Some were talking about how it's taken them months to even be noticed by him, and I was noticed on the first day. Granted, I approached him and his friend first for help, but he stuck around when I expected him to walk away.

From what I've gotten from these remarks, I just took it that Khalil, and maybe his friend Avery, were womanizers. It seems to be that they use these females for whatever they want from them, then leave them and move on to the next. I didn't have time for this, if there was a slightest chance that either was interested in me. I didn't want to be another girl on their lists.

I've had enough heartbreak in my life to last a lifetime so if he tries to make a pass, you best believe I'll put him in his place. Maybe if I were distant or blunt with him, he'll lose interest. But distance often leads guys to try harder.

One thing straight, I'm definitely not going to join his game of "Hit It and Quit It". That's overused and immature.

I sat in English, looking around. It was really boring, even though we had a substitute teacher, who didn't even try to teach the class. He handed out packets of work to do, but nobody even opened the packet to see the questions we were assigned. Even the nerds sat in their corner not doing work and playing on their handheld game consoles.

Khalil tried talking to me a few times. Avery too. I wasn't responding because if Khalil can do it, who's to say Avery isn't capable of breaking my heart just as hard as Khalil? I may be dragging it, but I saw it how I saw it. I didn't have time to get hurt by any one of these lil nappy headed negros. 

"Keke?" Khalil poked my back, right above my bra strap

I sighed and gave up the quiet act. "Yes, Khalil?" I said as proper as possible.

"Why are you acting weird? What I do?" he asked.

I made a face and bit my lip, a habit I had when thinking of a lie to mask the truth.

"It's nothing. Don't worry." was all I could say that was not necessarily the truth, but also not a lie.

"Is it about what happened in the halls?" he asked.

I glanced to an unusually quiet Avery. He seemed occupied in his phone, possibly texting -- or should I say sexting -- a girl he plans on banging later on. My eyes wandered back to Khalil, who looked with pleading, hazel eyes. To say I wasn't turned on by his wonderful eyes, masculine body, and innocent smile would be a complete and utter lie. Khalil wasn't an ugly specimen, but he had a lot to work on personality wise.

I actually wanted to kiss his luscious lips at that very moment, but that would seem desperate for my first day.

"No. It's just --" I sighed and turned back around in my seat. I couldn't think of a lie to tell so I just kept quiet.

I could tell Khalil was looking confused and Avery was probably shrugging at my sudden attitude change. But in all honesty, I don't give a flying fuck, pardon my French.

Khalil stood from his seat and left the class. Bathroom, maybe. A hand poked my ribcage repeatedly. It annoyed me when people poked my ribs because that was my ... need I say it? Tickle spot. The hand kept poking my ribs and I couldn't help but let out a shrieking holler of laughter. My eyes teared up and salty droplets of water fell from the corners and down my face.

Classmates stared at me with curiosity and some started to giggle at my laughter.

I finally turned around to see Avery practically breathing in my face. I squeaked and threw my head down.