Not That Bad

Oh! Is That So

Kiara's POV

''Lastly, we would like to congratulate the man of the hour, Mr. Lambert, for his outstanding work in the field of diverse outreach and innovative research program. With these final words, I will hand over the stage to my lovely co-host Alisha for the final presentation of today's program. Thank you all for being such a great audience. Goodnight and have a great time''

I look at the audience and smile one last time. I collect my papers and shove them haphazardly into my file. Alisha walks towards me and shakes my hand taking over the podium smoothly. I walk off the stage as fast as I can without falling face-first on the floor.
My throat is parched. I walk backstage and find it humming with people. It's closing time and people want to get the hell out of here before they are stuck with wrap up duties. I can relate. I find an empty chair in a corner and sit down. I slump in the chair and close my eyes, rubbing the back of my neck. It's sore. See this is the point where I wish I had a boyfriend, then maybe he could rub my neck and give me a nice massage when I got home. I guess my roommate will have to do for now.

Its been a long day. No, actually its been a long week. We have been preparing for tonight's event for the past month but last week was unbelievable. The whole team had to camp out at the auditorium to get all the things done on time. I am just happy that everything went smoothly without a hitch. All I want to do now is just go back home, have a long bath and sleep for a week or two perhaps. The jury is still out on that one.

'' Great job out there!''

I open my eyes and see Rome head my way carrying a small bouquet of roses.

'' Those better be for me''

'' Sorry babe these are for my man of the hour'' he says with a mischievous smile, wiggling his eyebrows.

'' Rome, Professor Lambert is not your man. And need I remind you, again, that he is married. Happily so.''

'' How do you know that? Maybe he is miserable and is searching for someone to share his pain with, which I happily will do. One of these days he is going to fall in love with me''.

He places his hands on his heart and gives a corny look. This boy is hopeless. He has the worst taste in men, next to me. I sigh and lean my head against the wall.

Meet Roman Zunino. My best friend slash roommate slash pain in the ass. Roman comes from a long line of a filthy rich Italian family. He is almost six feet tall and so freaking handsome, with the most beautiful olive-colored eyes you will ever see and skin the colour of sweetest milk chocolate. I'd date him myself, only if he swung that way. He is an art major. How an art student and a political science major became best friends, I cannot figure out to this day. We don't even run in the same circles. But what do you know, people who are meant to be in your life find a way to come to you. Whatever it is, I am grateful for him every day. He is the most amazing friend one can ask for. He is loyal to a fault and he remained me to go out and have a life. If it weren't for him I would have spent all my time in the library, buried under books. Its also because of him that I have gotten into so much trouble, multiple times, but I would do it all over again if I have to. Roman is a very picky person. It so happened to be that he was looking for a roommate and I was looking for a place outside the school campus. I kind of have a problem, I don't play nice with self-absorbed bitches. And my old dorm happened to be filled with them. So I moved out. Roman and I met at a café and hit it off. We have been inseparable since. Its been two years now.

O shoot! I have been talking non-stop for a chapter and a half and I still haven't told you anything about myself.

Hello, my name is Kiara Michaels. I'm your typical nerd. Straight A's scholarship kid, president of the student council, teacher's pet, and all that jazz. I like reading and busting balls, wink-wink, in my spare time. I am a sarcastic bitch and have a dry sense of humour that most people don't seem to understand. I mean I don't want to blow my own horn but I am fan-freaking-tastick. But don't take my word for it. Keep me company till the end of this absolute fairytale, sarcasm, to find out for yourself. I bet it's going to be an interesting one. My life often is not without trouble.