[ Wakanda or America ]

§Chapter 8: Avoid§

The Next Day

Kori's Pov

I couldn't sleep. No matter how hard I tried I just couldn't go to sleep. That damn stranger and his sexy eyes kept plaguing me all night. No matter how many times I'd force him out my mind he always found a way back.

Running my hands down my face I groan as yet another image appears. This time of what I imagine him to look like if he was shirtless. I've said it once and I'll say it again: I'm a perverted child. What the hell do you expect from me?! The man is a sexy black beast sent from hell! I can't say heaven because it's a sin to look that good.

But the obvious problem is that for one, he's Jamie's boyfriend. Even if it's on a dare he's still taken. And I'm not the type to promote cheating. Even if that bitch of a sister deserves heartache.

"Ugh....why is romance so complicated?"

"Oh please...what would you know about any romance?" May God strike this child down today before I do. "I don't remember ever seeing you with a boyfriend. Unlike me despite all the breakups. This time though, I've hit the jackpot."

Sitting up in my bed, I turn to glare at the offensive piece of flesh standing in my doorway. I thought I locked that last night. But then again you tend to forget things when being blinded by beauty such as that. Unfortunately he's a playboy so I can't really pursue him unless I want my heart broken. And what kind of person would put themselves through that pain? Unless you're a masochist which I'm not.

Rolling my eyes I shove the pillow over my head to block out her annoying voice. Yet like a leech it still clings to my eardrums making me curse mentally. Then she has the audacity to sit her filthy butt on my damn bed. Lord knows the preparations that must be taken to avoid murder.

"He's just perfect Kori! Everything I'm looking for in a guy he is. It's almost like a dream come true! I can only imagine how he is in bed. One of these days I'll have to find out~"

Did I forget to mention she's not a virgin? Yeah my sister's a hoe. I'm surprised she doesn't have AIDS by now. Mom and I have a little bet going on to see how long it takes.

"Good for you. I don't care. Now get out of my domain."

"Oh don't be so jealous little sister. Though you're clearly lacking in the appearance department, I'm sure some random little nobody will take pity and sweep you off your feet. Then you two can be pathetic together."

'Three....two....one-'

Before I got the chance to kick her ass, Mom comes to Jamie's rescue.

"Jamie leave your sister alone. Don't you remember what happened in the last few fights when you provoked her?"

I smirk evilly at the memory and take delight in the shiver running up Jamie's spine. Mom casts me a sideways glance and winks before returning her attention to the matter at hand. I notice Jamie absentmindedly rubbing her chin. Which happens to be the exact place I punched her in our last fight and caused her lip to bust. Ah good times.

Jamie casts me a dirty glare before shuffling quickly out the room. Not without flipping me off before Mom could notice. But Mom's face palm shows me she knows what's going on behind her back.

She gives me a soft smile before kissing my forehead. "Goeiemôre my kleintjie*."

My family comes from African descent so somehow I naturally know some of the language. And mom did teach me a few words as well. We usually talk like this between ourselves sometimes or when insulting someone in public. Sometimes I argue with Jamie in African.