Keia's POV
On Monday morning, Lyrique was due to pick me up now that her car came into the country on Saturday. This Monday felt different from the others.
I didn't feel like I had to brave my day through. I did something I hadn't done in a long time: I played a song on my Bluetooth speaker while I started my day.
So I chose Hurricane, by Bridgit Mendler.
I did things differently that morning. I ate waffles instead of a sad scrambled egg like I did every morning. Using a recipe Cy gave me.
I wore a light purple long sleeved t-shirt, a dark plum skater skirt with pockets that Quinn once got me but I never wore, a black choker with a moon shaped charm on it and a pair of sandals with small fake diamonds on the straps. I tied my hair into a top bun so that people still couldn't see my tattoo, and put in a silver alice band with sparkles. I might have been feeling better but I didn't put on make up, except lemony lip balm.
I had my ruined lavender slingbag replaced by a peach coloured backpack with a pineapple design all over. I was ready for school.
Lyrique was the first to notice. She seemed like she had a good weekend too. Instead of a hoodie, she wore white jeans, a cold shoulder top with rainbow stripes and light brown high heeled boots. Her car was white and newly washed. We looked quite the pair.
"Whoa, Keia. You look different today."
" Thanks, if you noticed and you've only been at NWA for two days, I can imagine the people who've known me since grade school. "
"We'll both knock them dead."
Indeed, the moment Lyrique parked her new, unfamiliar expensive car in what is usually Brice's parking space, people turned heads. We walked out and people started taking pictures and mumuring. Bruce himself was.The first one to speak. He didn't notice who was in the car until I turned around.
"Hey, this is my p-" I turned so he could see our faces. "Ho-ho-ho! Hey! Is that you, Keia?"
" Funny, that's the first time you called me by my real name, " I merely stated but people thought it was supposed to be a burn.
"We don't have time for this, let's go Kay," Lyrique said.
We walked into the hall and people started talking.
Suddenly, yet another football went flying towards me. But this time, I caught it in one hand. I looked down the hall to find the perpetrator.
Who else would make the same dumb move again?
Damien.
"Hey, she caught it this time. Ain't that some thing?"
This time he was with Selena, who was wearing a green short sleeved crop top with white hearts on it and black ripped jeans. Tipped off with gold stilettos , as usual.
"Hmm," she said as she eyed us up and down. "The nerd and the foreign geek, are you dressed up for Halloween?"
" Really, is that the best you can come up with? " Lyrique said. "But do let me borrow your outfit for Halloween when it comes."
Various oooohs and gasps came from the tuned in spectators.
"What? You can't afford your own?" Was Selena's come back.
"No, it's just what you're wearing is the best witch's costume I've ever seen. It really accentuates the inner bitch in you."
"Look, gremlin. You can wear whatever you want, but nothing's gonna change. Every one loves me. They don't like you. Because I'm somebody," she said in a forceful tone.
"Or not." I replied with confidence.
" Who do think you are? I thought we established that you're nothing on Thursday. "
Cyrus came into view in the bystanders.
"I guess there's only way to find out." I walked around her and met Cyrus who unexpectedly kissed me.
In front of everyone.
Only the sound of people taking pictures was there as we ended a rather short kiss. I took one last glance of pity at Selena.
She was pale but as soon as saw me look back at her she reached up and kissed Damien. Not as many people were paying attention to her anymore though.
Lyrique stood behind us practically over the moon. I held her hand as we walked to class together.
"Oh, you guys. Are you an item now?" she pryed but was soon to discover was one of her many talents.
I looked up at Cyrus questioningly. He looked back at me the same way. She took that as a yes.
"Wow, your ship name would be Cyreia or Keius. Cyreia sounds better," She babbled.
Cyrus laughed. "I like neither."
"Yeah, those sound awful."
"Whatevs, you guys really look cute together and that's what matters."
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Was this too soon? It feels too soon. Well I'll add more emotional turmoil to make things conflicted.
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-Mallie🤔
P.S. That's brings me to a question that has been going on for years on end that someone asked me today. Edward or Jacob?
Sorry suckers but I'll forever choose Jacob. You can't bribe me out of it. 🐺pack 4lyfe!! So cheesy.
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