Lovely

Chapter 2

One year later

Kassandra's POV

Today marks one year since I last talked to Jonathan. I ignored his calls and texts, and eventually he gave up on contacting me.

Also, today marks my fourth day of class at Boston College, where I am currently majoring in biological sciences. My dream is to join the medical field after graduation and continue my studying in order to become a radiologist. I have always wanted to have a profession in helping individuals, and I am sure that being a radiologist fits me best as I become an active contributor to society.

I recently learned that Jonathan has committed to play hockey at the University of North Dakota, and that he chose that school over Boston College. One reason for his actions may be that he did not want to be near me, due to that argument we had a while back. Maybe.

Regrettably, I am still not used to the school's campus, even after staying for week during the summer for freshmen orientation and moving into my dorm two weeks early. I push my Ray Bans sunglasses up against my slim and tiny nose, walking to who knows where. My destination is the dining hall, but somehow I ended up in front of a parking lot. Where in the world am I?

"Hey girl, watch out!" I turn back to glance at the person calling me, but by the time I obeyed this person's command, it was too late. I fall forward and the person's bicycle wheel runs over my left leg, causing me to groan loudly.

"Oh shit, are you okay?" the voice asks with a hint of worry. I glance up at the figure to come face-to-face with a curly, light-haired guy whose hand was offered to help pull me up, which I gladly accepted. "I am so sorry, I'm late to practice and my coach is going to kill me."

I nod in understanding. "It's okay, at least I'm not hurt or anything. You should get to your practice, I'm holding you back." This person pulls up his bicycle and I move out of the way so the same incident wouldn't occur again. He hops on his conveyance and hangs his sports bag across his body, flashing me a shy grin. "Thanks, and by the way I'm Kane." he says.

"Nice to meet you Kane, I'm Kassandra." Patrick smiles and bikes rather quickly down the parking lot and within seconds, there is no sign of him.

That night, I was reading To Kill A Mockingbird on my cozy, queen-sized mattress for my English assignment, which is due tomorrow. As I am about to flip the page to discover Tom Robinson's verdict, three knocks erupt loudly on the other side of my wooden door. I get off of my warm habitat and open the door slowly, only to be greeted by him.

"Hello Kassandra."

My eyebrows furrow in confusion, but I try to hide it. "Kane, hi! What are you doing here? How were you able to find my room? Oh my, is your bike broken and you don't have insurance? I'm so stupid, I shouldn't have - "

"Kassandra, stop." Kane interrupts my rambling, as a smirk begins to form on his face. "I'm not here to force you to pay me for a new bike, although there are a few dents caused by what happened earlier today." He chuckles deeply, and a blush arises on my cheeks.

"Oh." Great job Kass, is that all you can say? You're such an idiot. "Without any further ado, I have a proposition for you. Go out to dinner with me, and in return you won't have to pay for a new bike. Deal?"

My eyes widen in shock. Out of nowhere, this guy, who can possibly be precarious, invites me to go and eat with him all of a sudden? No way José. I plaster a smile, quickly thinking of a legit excuse. "No thanks Kane, but I can pay for a new bike. I'll just ring my Dad tomorrow - "

He sighs loudly, interrupting me once again. "Kassandra, stop being so obdurate. Although you look cute rambling, please stop. My point is, I want to go out to dinner with you. I want to know more about you. This may seem creepy, but it doesn't hurt to make a new friend, right? Oh my god, that does seem creepy, but you know what I mean. Fine, I've never asked a girl out to dinner before, so I suck at this. Can you just say yes, pretty please?" At this rate, he looks like he's about to beg on his knees.

I giggle at his mini speech, and I appreciate his efforts in asking me out to eat with him. It doesn't hurt to make a new friend, right? I cogitate to myself.

I mentally groan and hesitantly agree, "Fine, but I'm not paying. And I like Chick-fil-A." In response, he laughs ludicrously, with his laugh reverberating throughout my suite. "Of course, what kind of man makes the woman pay? By the way, should we exchange our numbers? So we can keep in contact."

At first, I feel reluctant but eventually give in, grabbing my favorite gel pen and scribbling my phone number on the nearest notepad that I can find. I rip the white sheet out of the pad and hand it to Kane. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow Kane. Have a good night."

He stares into my eyes for a few seconds before taking the paper. Then, without any warning, he gently pecks his lips onto my forehead. "Good night Kassandra, I'll see you soon. And it's Patrick. Patrick Kane." He smiles and walks away and I stand frozen on the doorway, my feet so heavy as if elephants are lying down on them. I renuminate everything. What just happened? What did I just agree to?

Did Patrick Kane just kiss me?

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I'm so so sorry for the late update! I'm finally finished with AP testing and I have finals next week!

This chapter kinda sucks, but whatever. Vote and comment?