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Forgive me

Chapter 36: Forgive me

Kimora's POV

I'm there but I'm not.

I'm trapped, I'm trying to break free. I hear voices calling out to me, crying. I want to reach them but I can't. I can't move.

I can't breath.

Everything is murky and bleary. I feel like someone placed my body in the middle of a life sized jello. I can't hear anything, I can't see anything, I can't even feel anything.

Kimora

Kimora wake up

I'm trying! I'm trying got damnit!

Eventually I just give up trying and sink back into the darkness.

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Freshman Year:

The school loomed over me, tall and imposing. My prison.

Geeky little me, a sheep about to step into the den of lions. I was so nervous my stomach hurt.

All of the girls, looked more prettier and fashionable than me. There was one in particular, she had fiery red hair and blue eyes. She was so gorgeous I actually got jealous. There was a pink haired girl standing on her left and a brunette on her right. Other people gawked at them or smiled when they walked past. I was guessing those were the popular girls.

Taking a deep breath I climbed the front steps and stepped into the school.

Wow.

The floors where shiny, the halls bright and filled with students. I found my locker and stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Everyone had their group of friends but then there was me, the new girl.  I'd already reviewed my schedule over twenty times.

There was still time before first period so I went to the cafeteria to try and get something to eat.

Big mistake.

If I thought I was an outcast before it was nothing compared to now. Even if I got breakfast where would I sit? There was no room anywhere.

I quickly got in line and tried to look like I belonged. I chose French toast sticks and got apple juice. Then I kinda just stood there hoping a solution would come to me.

It came in the form of a girl.

"You lost?" She asked. Her hair was very curly.

"No I mean-I'm new," I smile sheepishly.

"Cool. I'm Cheyenne Woods."

"Kimora Hyung."

"You can sit with me outside if you want?" Cheyenne offers.

"Sure!" I try not to act too excited but I can't help it.

We sit under a tree and she studies me while I eat my French toast. This girl is intense.

I look around and try to find a conversation starter. That's when I see him.

There's no other words to describe him with other than just...hot.  His eyes are a deep emerald green. His lips are full and pink, his hair a luscious looking mop of messy curls. He's toned in all the right places and he carries himself with an air of confidence. I notice half of the female student body openly checking him out.

"Who's that?" I whisper starstruck.

"Not you too," Cheyenne rolls her eyes. "That's Reese Mendez. He's half Puerto Rican, half Brazilian. He's also a Spanish speaking notorious womanizer who'll hurt your feelings without a second thought."