Be My Only Karma {ON HOLD}

Chapter 4: Melancholic Dusk

The smell of tender pork and freshly-baked bread lingers in the air at the school cafeteria. Usually one would think that a school meal is all rotten, mouldy slop. Well, they have never been to a rich-kids school. It turns out that the chefs here were originally from high-star restaurants and cafés. I take very little notice to food texture and presentation, all I care about is the taste. I am what you would call, a fairly blasé eater or a cheap date. I am unable to understand the point behind small-portioned, ill tasting food such as caviar or duck liver pâté sprinkled with edible gold. It is just going to end up churned inside the stomach anyway, so why go through all the fuss to make it look presentable? Even if I am from a rich family, I can still eat what my parents call ‘commoner food’. But, hey, they taste a whole lot better than that expensive stuff.

So, here I am with my mouth-watering pork steak and soft, fluffy bread, sitting beside Ty and Alaysia. Ty managed to meet Alaysia and I as we stood in the line at the cafeteria and I invited him to join us. I considered asking Westley but, the next thing I knew, he had disappeared.

I sit at the round table and construct a pork steak sandwich. I hear the chatter and hustle and bustle of the other students around me. It gives off a friendly atmosphere with all of them coercing and laughing together. I glance at Ty sitting opposite me with a wide-eyed look. I stop building my sandwich and give him a blank look. “What?” I ask directly.

He points to my meal. “What is that?” He asks with a slight disgust in his tone. I look down to see the greasy, hot sandwich.

I look back up at him and smile. “I call it ‘pig-in-a-bun’!” announcing the very crappy title I christened it, Ty looks at me concerned.

“You’re not feminine at all are you.” He states, more than asks. I give him a cheesy grin before raising the monster in front of me and taking a huge bite out of it.

The tender, juicy meat sandwiched between the sweet and fluffy bread is full of delicious flavour and satisfies my hunger. I scoff the entire thing until there is not even a crumb left on my plate.

I wipe my face with my arm and smile contently. “delicious!” the word escapes my mouth with pleasure as the two at my table look at me in shock. “Since there are no classes after lunch, I’m gonna head back to the dorm and change.” The skirt is beginning to get on my nerves, dancing around as I move and showing way too much of my legs than I like. “You two should stay and chat. I’m sure you’ll both get along well!” I slap the shoulder of both Alaysia and Ty, seeing a rosy blush glow on Alaysia’s cheeks. Ty notices her and changes to his womaniser act. Alaysia seems to find his actions rather perplexing but she acts her honest self, involving her special book in the conversation that Ty seems to have a slight fear of due to his expression. I leave them be and head back to the dorm to change out of these uncomfortable pieces of clothing.

As I walk through the quiet corridor to our dorm room, I notice a female figure standing with her ear pressed to a door; our door to be exact. I release a sigh from my lungs and lean against the wall, watching the girl. The movements of her hands tell me she is trying to pick the lock, however she is a green horn, moving the pick randomly and just hoping for the sound of tumblers to ring in her ears. I shut my eyes, hearing the clear rattling from the thin piece of metal forcefully being shifted around inside the keyhole. The noise is nostalgic to me, reminding me how I once was as a child…

My attention turns to the girl as I hear the sound of the tumblers turn. She smirks to herself and creeps into the room, unaware of my presence. I follow her quietly and lean on the doorframe, watching the girl’s every action.

She shuffles along and looks around, noticing the book Westley reads. It seems that Westley retreated to the dorm hoping to escape from girls like her. She continues to scope the room, looking through the draws and cupboards and picking up anything Westley related.