Woke

4.)

Chris:

It was my first day at my new school.

I was honestly a little nervous. Not because I was scared of being the new kid, but because the beginning of my first day at the school meant the beginning of spending a lot of time with Kiara. She'd officially caught my eye, and I was catching feelings. It was embarrassing because I'd literally met the girl a few days prior. It was also a little frustrating to me, because she hated me so I didn't have a chance. Knowing I was into her, but there being no point in trying to pursue anything admittedly hurt my ego a little bit.

I was sitting in the office, waiting for Kiara to come get me as the office aid instructed me to. A lot of girls that passed by would give me smiles. Some guys I'd met through Devon that were trying out for the basketball team would nod at me, which I'd return. I recognized a few people form D's party too, much to my relief. At least I didn't have to worry about being all that much of a loner during the school year if Kiara never warmed up to me.

The bell rang, and Kiara was still nowhere in sight. The hallways looked deserted from my angle, and I was beginning to feel awkward.

"If Miss Washington's not here in 5 minutes, I'm getting Principal Karr." The desk lady said to me.

I sighed and nodded. I didn't want Kiara to get in trouble, and I definitely didn't want the principal escorting me to class. That'd just be embarrassing.

Four and a half minutes later, Kiara came rushing into the office. "Where have you been, young lady?" The lady demanded.

Kiara exhaled. "I'm so sorry, I was having car troubles this morning."

"Well here's your pass. Make sure you help Mr. Marks situate nicely."

"Will do." Kiara gave her a tight lipped smile. 

I thanked the woman and followed Kiara out of the office. I had to increase my stride to keep up with her pace. Walking beside her, I was able to take another opportunity to acknowledge how pretty the girl was. She was wearing low waisted ripped mom jeans with an oversized camo jacket over top of a black crop top. Her black and gold Adidas superstars matched the shirt and her gold Africa pendant necklace and rings. She wore a camo bandana to match her jacket, and her hair was in a huge puff at the top of her head.

"I fuck with the fit." I complimented, trying to make conversation.

"It's a simple one." She responded. "Of course you do, though."

As she sashayed, I noticed on the bottom right side of her abdomen she had a mark. My eyes widened in surprise. "Is that a tattoo?"

"And if it is?" She snapped.

"I was just curious about what it said..."

"It says Kendrick. You won't understand why, so don't even bother asking."

I cleared my throat as we made a turn into a different hallway. "What kinda car troubles were you having?"

She rolled her eyes. "I was low on gas."

I frowned. "That's it?"

She thought. "No... I also dropped my bagel and had to get another one."

"So technically, you were late by choice."

"Yup."

"Why?"

"You ask a lot of questions."

"I'm tryna get to know you."

"You don't need to."

"But I want to."

"Oh my Lord." She exclaimed, stopping in the middle of the hallway. "Will you give it up already? We're not friends! I'm literally such a bitch to you, and it's so obvious it pisses you off. You know I don't like you, and don't act like you don't low-key hate me too."