kardashian | h.s.

story of my life

"where's mom?" khloe asked me as we sat in the parking lot. "i don't know but she better get here, the class starts in... 7 minutes." i read the time on my phone. khloe and i sat in the car for 5 more minutes waiting for her but she didn't come.

"fuck it, let's just go." i got out of her car and walked inside, khloe and the cameramen following me. i told the lady at the front desk that i had made an appointment. we always had to make appointments for just us because of our "status" or whatever, and because we film them sometimes, like today. she led khloe and i to one of the rooms and told us the instructor would be there in a minute. the room was painted brown and the lights were very dim. it was a really calming room.

"what the fuck is mom's problem? like where the hell is she?" khloe rolled her eyes. we were both annoyed with mom. she does this shit all the time. kim's even worse than her though. most of my family are messes.

"hi, my name is audrey and i'm going to be your instructor today." a small girl with short blonde hair told us as she walked happily into the room. "is anyone else joining you? or is it just you two today?" she asked us as she grabbed us mats from the back of the room.

"well there's supposed to be one more but she's late. we can just start without her." khloe told her and she nodded. she began showing us the warmup. throughout the entire warmup, kourt didn't show. so, we began with the actual lesson.

in the middle of audrey attempting to teach us how to do a headstand, which i was doing pretty good at but khloe was not, the door loudly opened and i heard my mom's voice. "i'm sorry i'm late, i wanted coffee and the line was like, super long." she laughed as she walked in to the room and set down her purse. she grabbed a mat and walked up next to me, tripping and falling on her way.

"sorry." she giggled as she sprawled the mat out. i rolled my eyes and tried to ignore her. the rest of the yoga class went exactly how i'd expected it to, khloe and mom falling down every 10 seconds and me laughing at them.

after the class, we went to lunch at a restaurant close by. we sat outside, with mom across from me and khloe next to me.  the waitress took our orders and we talked while we waited for our food.

"so kaia, how's your boy?" mom smiled. "he's not 'my boy', he's a friend that i happen to have gone on a date with." i joked and khloe rolled her eyes at me. "which you never told us about, by the way." she jumped in and i laughed before telling them about our date. i have them a quick summary because i didn't feel like explaining everything in detail.

"aw, that's sweet. he really loves you, you know." mom pointed out after i finished. "yeah, i know. i love him too, it's just so soon, after what happened last time i had a boyfriend. i don't want to get hurt again, i guess. it sounds selfish, but it's true." i shrugged. "it's not selfish, kai. but we just don't want you to be scared of dating because of justin. harry's not like that. he'd never hurt you like that." khloe explained.

"i know. but i also know that the media is already giving me so much shit because they saw me on a date with harry, they'll have a meltdown if i'm moving on so soon." i was still too nervous to get serious with harry, even though i knew i wanted to.

"people handle things differently. if you move on faster than somebody else would've, that's for you to decide. fuck whoever doesn't like it." khloe explained as the waitress brought our food and put it down in front of us.

"it's like they want me to be this "broken girl", like the victim or whatever. but, i'm just not. justin didn't break me like they want so they have give me shit for it. like yeah, of course he hurt me and it still hurts, but it didn't ruin my life like they think it should've. so i get all this hate for the fact that i'm strong, like how the fuck does that make sense?"

"it doesn't. don't let them run your life, kai. you've been through too much shit lately, to let anyone control you or tell you how to live. you do whatever you want to do, and fuck anyone that has anything bad to say about it. are you ready to move on?" khloe asked me. "i think so, yeah." i'd have to think about it some more, but i was starting to think maybe i was ready.

"i think it might be a good idea to keep this out of the media for a while though, because they're definitely not going to like you moving so quick, like you said. it looks kind of bad, so i would just keep this between the two of you for a while." kris clearly disagreed with khloe. my mom was always so worried about the media's perception of us, rather than about us.

"okay, can we talk about something else? how's kourt doing?" kourtney gave birth two days ago, to a little boy, they named him reign, which i liked. we were all at the hospital with her. "she's good. reign's doing good. scott's lost his mind, which we're going to have to talk to him about." mom explained.