Winning Hand

Chapter 3

Alright guys this chapter kinda short but bare with me

Chapter 3- Zyaire

It's been 2 weeks since that night Kairo drove me back to the school. I've seen him around, obviously. He was either staring blankly at Izzie while she spoke a mile a minute, or looking down at his phone boredly. If I'm being completely honest, even if I spoke to him just that one day... there was something about him that made me want to know more. I'd rather be with him right now, trying to crack the code that is Kairo Woods, but instead I'm here, sitting in Noah's basement with Miracles on my lap,  her cousin Hailey, on Noah's, and their best friend Sally or something like that sitting in between  Justin and Sha. 

Now I'm not gonna' lie and say they weren't really gorgeous girls, because they were. Hailey and Miracles stood at around 5'6, they had tan skin, long curly hair, their friend was much shorter, maybe 5'3, she had blonde hair and blue eyes and they all had bodies  that'll make you wanna' stop and stare for a while.

Too bad I didn't wanna stare, Well at least not at them. My mind wandered back to Kairo and his beautiful eyes, his nice pink plump lips, his chiseled jaw. Oh did I forgot to mention I'm like, kinda gay?

Yeah well anyway, they had just turned on a movie and when I looked over to find Hailey and Noah playing tonsil tennis, and Justin and Sha feeding Sally popcorn I just about wanted to kill myself.

I was imagining all the different ways to off myself when I heard  "Zy pay attention to me." Miracles said in a whiny ass voice, dragging the first and last word of her sentence. I finally stopped staring at the ceiling and sent her a big dazzling fake ass smile.

"I'm sorry baby. Just got a lot on my mind y'know with basketball finals coming up, but my attention's all yours now. Wassup?" I said smoothly, placing my hands on her waist. I looked over to Justin for a split second and he was in deep conversation with Sally looking her up and down and licking his lips. So I did the same with Miracles, always and forever needing someone to show me how to fake the shit I actually don't feel. 

She leaned forward placing her mouth right at my ear, and shifting her butt so it was placed directly over my dick and said "keep looking at me like that and we might have to go take a bathroom break." I almost gagged. What the fuck. I think she expected me to snap, to want her so much I just ripped her clothes off then and there, but the only thing I wanted from her was for her to get the hell off me and the only thing I was finna' rip off if I stayed in here much longer was them long fake eyelashes hanging from her eyelids.

I quickly made an excuse of having to go call my mom and let her know where I was, she believed me and hopped off my lap.

"Come back soon papi" she drawled. I shuddered in disgust, she thought it was from pleasure. I was going to let the boys know I'd be right back but they were all "occupied" so I just walked out the room.

As soon as I stepped onto the balcony I let out a long shaky breath, I looked up to the stars and for the thousandth time today I wondered what Kairo was doing.

Kairos POV

I sat on my porch looking up at the stars, and for the thousandth time today I wondered what Zyaire was doing.

I don't know why my heart beat so fast when I thought of him, or why I wanted him to talk to me just so I could ignore him. I didn't even know the boy... but I wish I did.

These thoughts was gay as hell and they were starting to worry me, but I summed it up to the fact that he was going through some shit just like I was.

The toughest part about these thoughts were, I could make them stop if I really wanted to, I was good at that. Years of practice bought me complete moments of silence, but for some reason I didn't want these thoughts gone, I wanted to do something about them. Maybe kidnap him, drive him to the middle of nowhere, park somewhere secluded and just sit there for a few hours. Let him talk and just listen.

That was a plan I made as soon as I dropped him off that night at school, but every time I saw him he was never alone. Always walking around with a girl hanging off his shoulder and he always had on what most people would think was a genuine smile, but to me it might as well have been drawn on. I couldn't just walk up to him and demand he come with me. That's mad sus, so instead I thugged it out. I don't need to see him anyway. I literally said less than twenty words to the guy.

After many more minutes of sitting there thinking of him I decided enough was enough. I got up off my favorite little rocking chair and headed inside. My uncle laid knocked out on the couch, snoring louder than a freaking leaf blower, he had a bottle of Jack Daniels scattered and there was broken glass littering the floor. To say I was absolutely not surprised would be an understatement. Using careful steps to make sure not to wake him I cleaned up the mess, making sure to get all the glass so when he hopped up tomorrow afternoon in need of water and an advil he wouldn't cut himself.

When I was done I trekked up the stairs and plopped down on my bed, not bothering to even take my shoes off. I pulled out my phone and checked my messages.

Izzie 10:32 : OMG best friend I have to tell you something.

Izzie 10:51 : BEST FRIEND TEXT ME BACK IMMEDIATELY

Izzie 11:02 : I guess you don't love me :(

What could have possible been so important she'd have to text me 3 damn times?

Me 11:10 : Yes Isabella?

Izzie 11:10: Finally hoe I missed you.

Me11:11 : okay

Izzie 11:11: Omg... so don't be mad.

Me 11:13: ....

Izzie 11:13: I kind of told Zyaire we would go watch his basketball game tm       Read 11:14

I turned my phone off and plugged it up to charge. I wasn't answering to that shit because the bottom line is I'm not going. I don't care.

I stripped out my clothes, tucked myself into the bed and drifted off into a dream full of a certain curly haired boy.