You Belong With Me! Kisha FF *Completed!* - Page 17

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finally both told their secrets to eachother
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CHAPTER 8

The next morning I reached my locker to find KD waiting for me. I was about to say Hi the security guard came and asked me to get to the office. There was a call for me. The security guard smiled. He gave me the cue to follow him. Before following, I tapped KD, telling him to follow me as well. He walked side by side, trailing behind the guard. He led us to the main office, where I quickly picked up the phone.

"…Hello?"

"Kiya! How are you dear?" "Mom," I sneered. "I'm fine, thank you. How are you?" "I'm good," she replied. From the way she talked, I knew she was frowning. "Kiya," she started softly. "Please start packing; you have to come here for Christmas. I told you; we'll come and pick you up early next Friday, okay?" "No," I snapped. "No way! I've already made plans." "What? Who could you have possible made plans with?" "I'm going with dad," I lied. I had no intention of going with my father. "About your dad…"

My eyes widened. "What about dad?" "Sweetie, I don't know how to tell you this," my mom started. "But, he, he got arrested. Three days ago, they caught him sneaking –" "You're lying," I shouted, my voice raging with anger. "You're just saying this to make me come with you. I won't. I'm not going with you." "I'm sorry," she said, obviously giving me fake sympathy. "Your dad got caught sneaking illegal drugs into the house. The police discovered that he was actually taking the drugs, not selling them." "Mom, shut up! You're probably happy right now." This was the moment the tears started pouring down my face. I started saying things that I regretted. "You wanted him to go all along. Now he's gone. I hate you. I hate you for leaving him. Please, don't ever call me again. I can manage fine without you. When dad gets out, tell him to give me a call." I ignored my mom's tears, pressing the end call button on the phone. I sighed, discerning the phone quietly. A finger tapped my back, causing me to turn around. I didn't try to stop the tears that poured into my eyes. Before I could shed any more tears, Iran. I ran out of that room, out of that hallway. I wanted to get in my room. My mom was lying. She had to be lying.

I heard footsteps behind me. I knew it. I knew KD was running after me. Why did he have to be so nice? I stopped at the end of the hallway and sat down, burying my face in my hands. Why was I wasting salty water over something that didn't even deserve it? My dad hadn't given me a single call this year. My mom at least tried. She tried to make our relationship work. I was the one all along. It was me. It was my fault. It was because of me that my parents had divorced. Sure, it was my mom that found a new guy. But the only reason of that was because of me. She couldn't handle me, so fell in love somehow. I got up and punched the wall as hard as I could. With just one punch, my hand began bleeding. I felt as if I had no control over my body. KD suddenly came and kept me back, wrapping his arms around mine. For a moment, I cried there. I cried on his arms.

"Why do you have to be so f***ing nice?" I asked. "Why are you always being so nice to me?" "Kiya," he murmured, soothing my back. "It's okay. We all have bad times. That's what friends are for, right?" "Right," I mumbled. That's what friends are for. "Come on, stop crying. It feels weird. You used to be so headstrong. What happened to you?" I sighed. "You happened," I whispered. "You're what happened." KD pulled away from our embrace. He stared at me quietly. "What do you mean?" "I'm sorry," I said, my voice getting a little louder. "I'm sorry that I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for what feels like forever too." He leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his chest. "When did this happen?" "I don't know." "How did this happen?" "It … It just did."

KD sighed, running his fingers through his hair. He looked at me, but immediately looked away when he caught me looking at him too. He spaced out, staring at nothing in particular. "Kiya. This love shit, it doesn't exist, okay?" I took a deep breath. I wasn't crying anymore.

"I'm being serious, Kiya. This isn't a movie. Love only happens in movies. Love is when the two people actually have feelings for each other for real." He was being serious. I knew it. So he really didn't have any feelings for me. I sighed. I hated the way everything was turning out. It wasn't what I had expected. I kept quiet for a bit, wondering what to say. "Shut up, KD! You're wrong. Love exists. It existed with me, okay? And now, I feel like an idiot," I managed to choke out. He looked tense. A mixture of hurt, anger, and regret was plastered on his face. Before he could say anything else, I stormed out of there. I regretted everything too. I regretted the day I met him. I regretted the day I started talking to him. And most of all, I regretted the day I started falling in love with him.

Avoiding KD wasn't the easiest thing to do, but I was managing it perfectly fine. It had been a week since our whole incident; the one where I confessed my love to him, and he told me he didn't love me back. Thankfully, the art project was over, so I didn't have to face him every day in class. It felt as if my relationship with Panchi and Diksha was slowly drifting apart, as well. Every day, they seemed to be in their own little world, too dazed to acknowledge my existence. It was Wednesday morning and I was in my dorm, wrapped around my blankets. I was lying in bed, staring at the white, dull, ceiling. I was in no mood to go to class, so I decided to ditch for the day. Christmas was next week. Diksha had told me yesterday that she was leaving today. After a few more minutes in bed, I suddenly got up, rushing towards the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and put my hair in a bun. I decided that now was the perfect time to open the present Diksha had gotten me last week. I had placed it under my bed. Sighing, I took it out. It was wrapped with blue colored wrappings with patterns of snowmen frowning and smiling. Diksha had attached a note that said Merry Christmas on the front. Quickly, I removed the wrapping paper, and tossed it to the side. When I saw what she had gotten me, my eyes widened. It was a picture of me and her a few years ago. My arms were around her shoulders, and we were both grinning. Memories never fade. That was written on the frame.

I placed the frame on top of my desk, suddenly freezing when I heard a giggling sound. I immediately rushed to the door. When I saw Diksha pressing Parag against the wall, my jaw dropped open. My eyes widened as I stared at both of them in confusion. Parag immediately pushed her away when he saw me.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Parag remained silent, ignoring Diksha's question. His eyes were still on me. When DIksha finally turned around, her expression glowered. She immediately rushed towards the side, her curls shifting from side to side as she did. When she caught me glaring at her, she nervously started playing with her hands. "Kiya," she gasped. "Shouldn't you be in class?" I eyed her. She was cheating on KD with his brother. How unlike her. Not. "I don't know," I snapped. "Shouldn't you?" "I decided to take the day off. And I just happened to crash into Parag, so…" Then it hit me. "You were the one," I said accusingly, interrupting her midsentence. "You were the girl who was with Liam that day in eighth grade!" Diksha gulped. When she didn't respond, I knew I was right. So it was her. It was her all along. The girl that had stolen my first love for me was no other than my best friend. I stared at her regretful face, studying her expression carefully. She was frowning, her hands shoved in her pockets.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want it to happen. It kind of just did…" Diksha gulped again, but as she apologized, I couldn't help but feel angrier than ever. "You're right, Diksha," I mumbled in the calmest voice I could conjure up. "Memories never fade. And this one, never will." I grabbed my sweater and rushed out the door. I was still in my night clothes, but I didn't care. Wasn't Diksha supposed to be leaving today? That's what she had said. Instead of packing or saying goodbyes to everyone, she was too busy with my ex-boyfriend. So, that's why she was acting so distant. She was having an affair with my ex. I quickly ran down the hallway and exited the school. Then, I walked towards the back side of our school yard. When I saw no one in sight, I pressed my body against the wall and stared at the sky. "I'm the unluckiest girl in the world," I shouted. I felt like a child all over again. But it helped me lift the weight off my shoulders. At the moment, screaming at the sky seemed like the easiest thing to do. So, that's what I did. I started shouting my problems at the top of my lungs, glaring at the clouds.

"I don't want to go home," I finally whispered. "I don't want to go…" Suddenly, a familiar voice spoke up from the corner, causing me to turn my head sideways. "You said the same thing last year, Kiya." Panchi said. "I know," I replied. "I don't want to go. But being here, everything feels so dramatic. I just want to get out of here, but I don't want to go home." Panchi walked until she was standing beside me. Then, she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and spoke up.

"What's wrong, Kiya? You can always –"Did you know?" I asked, interrupting Joey, "Did you know about Diksha?" "What about her?" "She was the girl, the one who did it with Parag. He was mine, Panchi. He belonged to me, not her."

Panchi nodded her head. Her eyes were on me. She just stared at me for a while. I raised my eyebrow when I saw her frowning. "Diksha was jealous of you," she told me. "She'd always tell me how everything revolved around you. She wanted everyone to notice her, you know? But everyone was too busy doting on you to acknowledge her presence. That's why she did it." I sighed.

"Everything doesn't revolve around me…" "It kind of does, Kiya. Ever since the day we met, you've been the one scoring everyone's attention. I haven't had a boyfriend for so long! Haven't you noticed?" I hadn't noticed. I wasn't aware of the events occurring in Panchi's love life. She never spoke about it, so I never really cared. I stared at her eyes. They seemed so lifeless. Sighing again, I faced Panchi. She was right. Everything did revolve around me. But I was too much of a bum to notice it. I took it for granted.

"I guess you're right," I mumbled, eyeing the sky again. "And Panchi, my mom's picking me up Friday. We're leaving. She's taking me home this Christmas." I saw her smile, but I knew what she was thinking; there she goes talking about herself again. I turned to face Panchi. She looked at me and shivered. "Can we go in? It's kind of chilly out here." I nodded my head in response. "Sure, but your dorm," I said, cringing. "Not mine." Then, we both headed inside. When we reached Panchi's dorm, she shoved her hands in her pocket and took out a small scrap of white paper. "Here," she said, handing me the paper. "KD told me to give it to you."

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