Be My Only Karma {ON HOLD}

Chapter 3: Admiration V.S Flirtation

After my tour of the school with Westley, we decide to go back to the dorm and get ready for classes. As I hear our footsteps echo through the oddly quiet corridor, the only other sound I hear is the voices outside. Neither I nor Westley speak, not wanting to interrupt the silence that will soon be broken.

Westley opens our dorm door and signals me to go in before him. I smile and walk by him into the room with the large crystal chandelier hanging over the sofa. As I take off my hat, I notice someone slouching in the chair where Westley was previously reading his book.

It is a boy wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a shirt with a picture of a cartoon cat juggling fish. His spiky blonde hair contrasts with his coal black eyes that are busy focusing on a sheet of paper he is holding in his hands. A pair of polished headphones occupies his neck, emitting a rhythm that even I can hear. I watch his foot tap with the rhythm and his mouth follow with silent words.

Westley is not impressed and gives the boy a sharp gaze before purposely slamming the door, frightening the boy so much that the papers fly out from his grasp. He leans back in the chair and topples the entire thing over with a bang loud enough to make me jolt.

“Ty, if you have time joking about with your junk, then I’m sure you have enough time to tidy that tip you call a room!” Westley announces to the boy, ignoring his call for help and entering his own room, leaving me to deal with the boy.

I turn to the boy and run to his aid. “I’m guessing you’re Ty.” I enquire, smiling sweetly at him. “I’m Kimiko.”

Ty does not respond to me as he is too busy trying to push himself up onto his feet. I hide a slight snicker and hold out a kind hand to him. “Take my hand.” I say gently. The boy looks up at me and stops squirming.

He smiles and grasps my wrist. “Thanks.” He says as I help him up and put the chair back on its four legs. The boy starts to pick up the sheets of paper scattered around the room into his hand. I decide to help him and gather some sheets near me. His eyes glance at me every now and again before he decides to speak to me. “You don’t seem to be a very lady-like girl.” He laughs, referring to my clothes and messy hair.

I shake my head with a smile. “You don’t seem to be a very gentleman-like boy.” I sneer. We share a laugh or two before Westley enters the room with a reference book under his arm.

I notice his hair sway on his back as he walks towards the door. Ty gains my attention by leaning his arm on my head. “That Westley sure is a mystery.” He says bluntly, still in ear-shot of the man himself.

I try to look up at him with a perplexing face but his arm is in the way. “How do you mean? He seems to be a straight-forward guy to me.” Announcing my thoughts, I see Westley turn towards us slightly to reveal a light smirk.

Ty shudders behind me and backs away, raising his hands as if surrendering. I turn to him with a quizzical expression, unsure as to what just happened. The fleeting instant that allowed my eyes to veer back at Westley gave me the opportunity to see his expression, like that of a wolf ready to strike its victim at the throat, focus onto Ty cowering helplessly behind me like a little puppy.

I did not know how to react to this little scene however, for some peculiar reason, I ended up laughing at the two boys and their animalistic attitudes. During my little outburst, the usual expressions filled their faces again.

Ty shoves his hands into his pockets and scowls at me, embarrassed to admit that he hid behind a girl. Westley reverts back to his un-readable expression and quietly leaves the room, slamming the door behind him. I wipe away the tears from my eyes and head into my room to change into my girly uniform with a navy skirt and white blouse.