Worst Case Scenario

CHAPTER ONE : i just face butted my crush. literally.

dedicated to cvilyn

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Tick

Tock

Gods why isn't this thing moving?!

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"Gosh the things I do," she grumbled to herself, for grumbling was the only thing she could do at that point—after all, it was her own fault that she was stuck where she was at that moment.

She was starting to feel cramped from hiding in that tiny-ass gym supply locker for too long.

Granted, being a part of the cheerleading team, she did have full access to the sports supply room, but if anyone were to walk in on her now, lord knows how she'd explain herself out of this one.

Let's start from the beginning.

It had been raining since dawn today, and it was one of those weird days where the weather gods couldn't decide their mood so they were like "yeah-wth-let's-send-apollo-with-his-shiny-car-aka-the-sun-on-duty-as-well!-YOLO-am-I-right-mates-el-oh-el-hahaha".

Gosh even your inner monologues are turning lame.

But at least the weather gods had granted her a perfect chance to bang her head against this.. Ahem, guys ass, as she slipped on a puddle and crashed into  him.

She had been too busy trying to look like she pay attention to the song playing in her ear-buds and not staring at a certain someone and the next thing she knew her feet were no longer on the ground and her phone was no longer in her hands, while her face—yeah, you get it. Smoosh. Cheek, meet ass cheek.

Let's just blame that one on the hormones.

She just blacked out after and woke up in the nurse's office—a blessing in disguise really since she couldn't imagine how she would've  faced him after that incident.

But back to the situation in hand..

She had more or less locked herself in the guy supply room.

Lord knows how she managed to do that.

She could feel sweat dripping in places she wished she couldn't sweat from and-- gah it was starting to stink. And that huge ass duck costume she was wearing wasn't exactly helping with her situation either. At all.

All she did was follow the coach's orders to collect more cones—blame her for getting distracted by a couple of guys bitching about her friend—she'd have gone out and busted their asses right there, but that's when Jasper oh-so-conveniently decided to head her way and she freaked out and dropped her key card as she ran to hide.

Now, she was in the supply room but had no way of getting out.

Oh and yeah-- she was the school mascot.

Why else would you think she'd be in a giant grey and purple duck costume on a Friday evening right after school had ended; when she could be watching the next episode of Black Mirror?

She could still do flips if that helped, but when you accidentally make enemies with the vice-principal's niece, who also happened to be co-captain of the varsity cheerleading team, mascot was the only best you could get.

And she needed at least one sports elective to graduate, especially since none of the others were ready to take her in—something about her causing a riot everywhere she went, or disturbing the class' 'decorum'.

You see, she was a bit of a loudmouth. Crabby-Kiara is what they used to call her in grade school, but she preferred it being known that she just enjoyed the freedom to voice her opinions, a little too much to be honest, but you gotta entertain yourself somehow right?

Other than attempting to read minds all day, that is.

Yeah, Kiara had a thing for reading body language and people's behavior, and she was good at it too, often using it to get things to go her way. While some people might call it manipulation and even blackmail, she preferred the term, orchestrating the situation as it suited her best.

She aimed to be a high-end forensic psychologist by her late twenties if everything went well. And according to her, an early start is the best start so why not start practicing now right?

She had always been fascinated by human behavior and how the nature of someone's habits and the littlest of things that your body unconsciously did, could give away the deepest thoughts in your head. It was inciting, really.

And she loved this topic enough to want to read about it all day and practice the nicks and tricks that she learnt on real people around her.

At least, that's what she said to defend why she was always blatantly starin—ahem—observing people all day.

And by people, she mostly meant, Jasper Morgenstern, the guy she head-butted—pun intended—that very morning; aka her longtime high school crush.

a/n

Okay okay okay I know she's lowkey giving off stalker vibes right now, but I mean do you blame her for not having the courage to firsthand approach the guy she's been crushing on hard for soo long?

I wonder what she'll do about it next... ;)

edit (1/11/2020): sorry if you got excited to see this book "updated" hehe😅 i'm just sitting here editing all mistakes and fixing up the latest chapter while listening to BP's Pretty Savage-- mood right? 🤞