You Belong With Me! Kisha FF *Completed!*- Page 6

KIYA POV

"It's not going to work out if you keep acting this way." I was leading, KD slowly following behind me. I was giving him a tour, the tour to be specific, in a nerdy, computer-like, way. He was being a drag about it. And, I totally felt him. But I was doing it on purpose. He deserved the ignorant side of me. I mean, after being a jerk and all, he shouldn't have expected anything more. Pointing towards the cafeteria, I spoke up. "That is the cafeteria. You go in there every fifth period. It, obviously, has benches, and you eat food there." KD was trailing behind me, looking as bored as ever. Looking at his face, I couldn't help but smile every once in a while. The expression he had plastered on his face was totally priceless. And I was enjoying every bit of it.

"You're really freaking me out right now, Kiya." He finally said but I continued ignoring him and walked towards the auditorium, turning my robot voice on again. "That is the auditorium. You sit there in assemblies. Sometimes you watch movies in there, give speeches, or if the principal has something important to say, he'll call you there." "Just take me to English, Chicklet. That's probably way better than this."

What did he just call me? Anyways I let out a sign of relief. Instantly, a smile made its way towards my face. I was ecstatic when he said that. I was waiting for it the whole time. Considering the fact that I was forced into this, I guess you'd understand. And anyways, if it was P.E or Math I was missing, then I'd be happy giving this dude a tour. But this was English I was missing. And I actually liked Mrs. Desphande. I looked forward to her weird way of teaching every day. I walked towards Staircase-C, making my way towards English class.

When I reached, I instantly explained everything to Mrs. Desphande and made my way towards my desk.

"Ooh, and who is this?" KD handed her a bunch of papers and smiled. Mrs. Desphande genuinely took them from his hands and looked at it. She smiled and spoke up.

"Okay so a new kid! Why don't you introduce yourself…Keshav?"

"Hello. I'm Keshav Desai. I actual prefer being called KD. I actually got transferred here for spraying paint on the principal's office. Oh wait, no. I was actually transferred here for putting a guy in a coma. We were fighting and he decided to aim for my mouth. That is a big no-no, so I punched him on the head and all went wrong."

Along with the whole class, I couldn't help but let out a gasp. KD rolled his eyes. "Uh, sorry, can't take a joke? I was only kidding." Mrs. Desphande let out a chuckle. "Okay then, off to your seat, Darling!" The whole day, I heard gossips about KD. Whether he was in my class or not, the news about this new, hot, sexy, kid's arrival was everywhere. All the girls talked about him. They repeated the same thing in different words in my opinion atleast not that I was interested in hearing it.

Some said: "Ooh, this new kid is like totally hot!" while others went like "Oh, my, gosh, KD so like the hottest cutie ever!" That's how my day passed. It was wasted hearing all about KD's good looks. I was glad when school was over. End of school day meant relaxation. And that was something I definitely needed right now. After a long day of nothing, I wanted nothing more than to crash on my bed. So, after the final bell, I clutched onto my book bag, and raced towards my dorm room. And when I finally reached, I threw my book bag on the wall and threw myself on my soft, Queen-sized bed.

Suddenly my phone rang. It read MOM CALLING! And thus she started the same conversation of hers.

"No mom," I shouted, pressing my phone to my ear. My voice came out a bit shaky and high-pitched, but that didn't matter right now. "I won't be coming home for Christmas break! Not with you there." I was being rude. I knew it. I was definitely being rude. But I was just a teenager, and my mom wanted a lot from me. You see, I was 11 years old when I met my mother for the first time. She left me with my grandparents as a newborn, telling my grandparents she'd return one day. She said she wanted to be rich and famous, and only then, she'd come get me. Now that my mother was rich and famous, I didn't like it one bit. I was already 16, no longer that baby she left on my grandmother's porch. "But, kiya sweetie…" I cut her off by pressing the end call button on the phone. She was convincing me to live with her and her new husband again. My mom was a good person. I knew that. But I couldn't trust her again. Not after she gave the responsibility of raising me to my grandparents. I could've forgiven her for that.

And I probably did. But she replaced my dad with Neel. And I couldn't forgive her for that. This time, my mom was telling me she wanted to spend Christmas time together. Her meaning of together would be with Neel and probably me. But I wasn't going to be spending Christmas with her. I had better things to do.

The door suddenly flung open, revealing an excited Diksha. Diksha was my roommate, and from the look on her face, I wasn't too excited to see her. I slowly got up from the chair I was sitting on and raced to my bed. "Oh, stop it Kiya! I'm not going to force you to go to a bar with me again!"

Silence.

"But remember? You ended up drunk and almost raped, so I gave you a ride. You were all like, 'I totally owe you.' I have the perfect-est idea!" Silence again. Is perfectest even a word?

"There's a party going on tonight! You have to go." Here's a thing about Diksha. When she uses the word "have," she totally means it. Even if it means putting you on a leash and dragging you there, she'll do it. I quickly rose from my bed and stared at Diksha.

"I'm not going."

"Um, yes, you are!"

"No, I'm, not!"

"Yes, you, like, totally, are!"

I let out a deep sigh, trying to let her know that I was annoyed. I was not going to go to some party with teenagers dancing like crazy people. And there would be boys too and drinks as well. Just, no way am I attending such a thing!

Diksha looked at me, returning the sigh. "Panchi's coming with me too," she added.

"And just because Panchi goes…I should go?"

"Yes, Kiya, just because Panchi goes, you should go. I double, triple times promise to not leave you." I gave in, finally nodding my head. But it wasn't because she said she'd stick with me. Everyone knew what a big lie that was. Diksha's been telling me that since 8th grade, and that was the first time I ever went to a party where there were drinks. Restricted drinks I might as well add.

After hearing my approval, Diksha let out a high-pitched squeal. Her eyes were twinkling in delight. I just rolled my eyes, ignoring her enthusiasm. Because right now, I didn't seem to have any.

"So," I started, struggling for the right words. "We are going to a party, aren't we? Shouldn't we sneak to the mall or something?" Diksha grinned. I rolled my eyes at her. I was going to a party with drinks. And what scared me the most was that I was actually looking forward to it...

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