Fly High | ✅

45 | Cheers

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Kelly likes me? A wimp like me? Why?

I have been asking myself these questions ever since we went our separate ways on Tuesday. It didn't help that she was practically avoiding me for the rest of the week in school. She always had her nose buried deep in her books and whenever I tried to approach her, she would always give a small wave as a friendly but dismissive gesture before scuttling off to the library.

When she left without a word on Friday, I decided to leave her alone to sort out her feelings or, like she said, mend her broken heart. I didn't know how to react or what to do but knowing her feelings and her traumatic past made me unable to stay aloof.

Because she was the closest thing to a friend I've ever had all my life.

The sudden blare of electric guitar coupled with a rhythmic thumping above me had me pulled away from my train of thoughts. I looked up to my ceiling and saw the old pendant light above the kitchen table trembled to the tremors from the heavy bass. Flakes of peeling plaster rained down on me like early Christmas.

Looked like Rockstar Wannabe got turned down by yet another agency.

Fucking asshole!

I stomped to the kitchen and pushed the window open, knocking over a bottle of oil in the process. Cursing out loud, I leaned over the basin and stuck my head out, twisting my neck to see the unit above mine. The window was open.

Perfect.

I sucked in a deep breath and yelled, "Hey, asshole! Pipe it down, will ya?! Nobody wants to listen to your mating call!"

I knew the jerk heard me because there was a slip-up but he recovered quickly and retaliated with a fiery passion. The volume increased by tenfold and my ceiling shook even more violently.

Smirking, I strode over to the front door and open the door slightly, my eyes fixed on the unit across the hallway and waited patiently. As expected, the timber door yawned open and an elderly woman peering over her judgmental spectacles clicked her tongue disapprovingly.

She disappeared into her home before emerging a short while later with an old fashioned phone in her grasp. Feeling victorious, I closed the door shut and retreated back to my room.

Miss Winters was as cold as her name. She had been living here alone since I was born. I guessed she was a pretty cool lady who minded her own business, unlike the rest of the women living on the same floor. Her door always remained shut unless something annoying happened...like now.

The only thing she couldn't tolerate was noise pollution. And that was exactly what Mr. Rockstar was doing. Knowing Miss Winters, I could bet my entire fortune the cops will come knocking his door soon.

I gave it ten minutes tops before the annoying sound died down followed by a series of footsteps sounded above my head.

I laid down on my bed and sighed. Revenge tastes so sweet.

✴

I quickened my pace to a slow jog once I saw the familiar red hydrant at the junction to Logan's workshop. As much as I dreaded to see him again after that kiss with Kelly, I couldn't help but to feel a sense of urgency to find out if he had gotten back together with Kara.

Logan didn't seem like the type of guy who was fine with the way Kara was staking her claim over him like dogs pissing to mark territory. Having seen the way he acted around Kara at Average Joe's, I was pretty sure he didn't have any remaining romantic feelings for his ex-wife.