Kimi's World

Chapter 2

I felt my body lifting up with ease and I couldn’t help but rub my eyes to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Oh my gosh, it was the guy with the tattoo on his neck!!

“You okay?” His smooth Spanish voice made me want to clutch my heart and faint just for the sake of it. I couldn’t believe it.

“I-I-I…” My mouth backstabbed me and went dry instantly. I knew that he was the definition of hot, sexy, finesse, style, etc., but seriously?? The least I could do was say something that made sense. Like the sentences I was saying in my brain right now. Oh right, I couldn’t because I was too busy fixating on his eyes… I could get lost in them for decades! No, wait, I could even make a poem about them. Beyond auburn eyes lay the path to which I seek…

“I’d better get going. See you around.” My hero grinned at me, exposing perfect white teeth and broke the connection by walking away. Being the desperate girl that I was, I stared at his gorgeous upper torso which squeezed so well in that tight white shirt. Ooh, were those muscles peeking out of there?

Kimi, snap out of it! You’ve got a test, remember??

My brain clearly didn’t appreciate the finer things in life but it was right. I watched my step this time and quickly ran to the auditorium where students were writing. A couple of them were already walking out with smiles on their faces. No freaking way. Am I THAT late or are they really THAT smart?

Uh oh. Deep breaths. I could do this. I studied for who knows how many hours forcing theories of society, levels of culture and reasons for migration in my head so it couldn’t all be in vain (okay, total exaggeration. I only studied for one hour…). Crossing my fingers, I made my way inside, dropped my bag near the wall and found a spot next to a guy who kept peeking over people’s shoulders to find answers. When I looked at the question paper, I could totally understand why.

Two and a half hours later, my brain was completely fried and my spirit was broken. I estimated my score to be at least sixty percent. But hey, at least I tried. Not everybody can study an hour and get over half of everything right. But honestly, as a 21st century teenager, I would have preferred reading stories about teenagers on Wattpad or commenting on people’s Facebook statuses. Oh well.

My crazy best friend Romiley Kinahan was at the kiosk, obviously drowning her sorrows by drinking Coke with a faraway look on her face. Romiley was mixed meaning her mother was Damara (a Namibian tribe) and her father was British. The result was like… wow. She had a light brown skin colour with high cheekbones, a tall yet slender build and dyed-blonde hair which she cut off on one side to imitate Cassie, I think.

“How was it?” I asked as I joined her.

“I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to go home.” She took a long swig and threw the can on the floor, to the surprise of everyone standing around her. “What?” She spat at those who dared to look at her and being the intimidating girl that she was, everyone hurriedly looked away.

“Seriously, Romiley. Who does that?” I chuckled as we decided to head to the main campus which happened to be on top of a hill. Sometimes I asked myself if the people who planned this place hated teenagers because their kids were lazy. Geez, talk about holding a grudge… Now the rest of us who didn’t exercise at all were punished for something we didn’t do. How ironic.

A couple of vendors sold some goods on the side of the road and I decided to buy some credit. I had to go on the net and e-mail Helena’s assignment with my phone when I got home, that’s if I managed to get my computer working again. I was totally going on strike against Coca-Cola products for a while.

“Kimi?” Romiley stopped in her tracks and I halted along with her. She looked very serious. Strange. I’d never seen her like that before.

“Yeah?” I asked, with concern in my voice.

“I’ve got something to tell you and I don’t think you’re going to like it.” She crossed the road to the area we called ‘Rocky Crest’ because of some rock formation that looked like chairs in a stadium.

“Dude, where are you going?” I called and jogged after her. Then I heard my cellphone falling to the ground and breaking. Flip! Why couldn’t it fall BEFORE I wasted ten bucks on credit?? I picked up the phone and the battery like a complete idiot. How embarrassing… Even cute guys were looking my way.

It’s those things you do, Kimi. You need classes on how to get a boyfriend and no, it has nothing to do with a fishing rod.

“Are you planning to get yourself killed or something?” Romiley asked as she was taking a seat. “Can you at least help me solve MY problems first?”

“Yeah, yeah, hold on a second!” Suddenly I heard a car coming and I realized my phone’s cover was still on the road. Noooo!!! I moved out of the way as fast as I could and a cracking sound filled the air after the taxi passed by. I stared deplorably at the poor cover which never got past the age of two.

Forget it. There was no way I’d pick up all of that. I decided to head over to Romiley instead.

“What’s the matter with you?”

“I think I killed Joani Brendell.” She said and dropped her head sadly.

“Wait, what??” My eyes widened in shock.

“I saw Joani with Clifford and I flipped out! Remember that dumb chick that copied my dress at the Matric Farewell?”

“Yeah…” I swallowed and avoided her eyes immediately. A week ago, I came up with some story that Joani had a life-threatening disease and one punch could kill her. What? Sometimes Romiley overreacted and it got too much so I had to come up with something! Don’t ask me why I decided on a fake disease. I didn’t even like Joani for that matter. But still, she was just a pretty little Barbie doll who thought she was better than everybody else yet she couldn’t throw a punch even if her life depended on it. She’d be too concerned about breaking a nail.

“Well, good news. She’s not dead. I saw her this morning.”

Romiley lifted her head, “She’s not?” Now those are the sparkling eyes I like to see.

“No. Now get up and help me find a cover for this stupid phone.” I was glad she became her smiley self again but then my world came crashing down for the third time that day.

“Kimi? Hey, how are you? Hey Romiley!” I closed my eyes, said a quick prayer and turned around with a fake smile.