I retrieve my book and tablet from the table and stuff them into my bag as soon as the professor exits the class. It was a long and boring class but I enjoyed it more than I thought I would since it was much more bearable than the ones back in high school.
My body isn’t very good at remembering instructions so I unconsciously let my eyes trail to the back of the class where I find myself staring into an abyss of winter grey eyes. He was already staring at me.
Kian never stopped looking at me during class. I was uncomfortable during the entire lecture because I could feel his eyes watching my every move, making my skin crawl with awareness but I had to force myself to keep my eyes on the professor. It was such a nuisance.
Hani gets on her feet to stretch and lets out a moan of relief as her bones crack with her movements. We have been sitting for three hours so my joints feel tired.
“Lunch, ladies?” Hani asks and I shake my head to refuse her offer. I had planned to sit in my car because I was not supposed to eat till dinner.
“No. I’m still full from the breakfast I ate this morning” I deny politely, loving how the lie sounds natural on my lips.
“That’s not an excuse. You can munch on a fruit or just sit with us so we can talk about anything and everything” Dilora suggests.
“I’m good. I don’t need to eat anything but I’ll go with you though” I tell them even though I don’t want to. Seeing all the food may tempt me to want to eat but I also didn’t want them to keep prying.
“Okay then. Shall we?” Harvey says linking his arms with mine and we all step out of the class.
While we walked to the university’s cafeteria, they filled me in. They had explored the university last week so they knew where almost everything was already. The cafeteria isn’t too far from the hall we had our class.
The cafeteria is a lot bigger than I expected and the food is better than what is served in some restaurants. I feel hungry by just looking at the selection of meals on display but I have to pinch myself to kill that hunger.
“Are you sure you don’t want to eat anything?” Harvey asks when we settle in a table far from the door, hidden in a corner, away from prying eyes but looking over the large garden beside the cafeteria which we can see through a large ceiling to floor window so I guess we weren’t really hidden.
“Yes. I feel like my stomach is about to burst because I ate a little too much this morning” I force out with a smile so my story will sound more convincing.
“If you say so” Harvey replies but something in his tone tells me he doesn’t believe me but I don’t want to find out the reason for his doubt.
“I can’t believe that uni is just a glorified high school. I still hate education” Harvey groans suddenly from beside me and the girls nod in agreement.
“For real though. I thought I was going to fall in love with studying when I got into Uni after watching endless edutoks but I hate it even more” Hani agrees and we all burst out laughing.
“I can’t believe we still have four years left. Can we just skip to the end already?” Dilora cries out.
“You guys are way too dramatic. It isn’t that bad” All heads snap to me in shock as if I just said the most catastrophic thing in history. Harvey even dramatically touches my head to check my temperature but I smack his hand away.
“‘Not that bad? I felt like stabbing myself through the lectures” Dilora leans forward to look me in my eyes as though she is making an important point.
“I swear my soul was asleep. I was physically awake but my spirit was back at home, in bed” Harvey deadpans and we all burst out laughing again.
“Speaking of first days and memories, you and Kian, there was electricity static in the room. I bet everyone felt them” Dilora teases and I want to smile but then her face turns serious “kill them”
“Dilora, what’s your deal with these people?” I ask because I am getting irritated with her constant warnings.
“They are deadly Alora, especially Kian. He is a sociopath. I doubt he has emotions” She presses.
“But how do you know these things? Didn’t we just resume today? And a sociopath is a very big word. You can't just go around calling people sociopaths” Hana asks the same question I want to ask.
“My cousin works for their fathers. I hear enough to know it’s best to stay away if you don’t want to ruin your life” There was fear in her voice and I know she isn’t faking it.
“Fathers?” I ask now confused
“Kian and Laurent are cousins. Their dads are brothers who own Baston Conglomerates. You should know that” Hani answers.
“I know the company but not the family ish,” I tell her.
“Man, that sounds like deep batshit trouble. Maybe it’s best to stay away, Alora” Hani says “At this stage, we can’t allow stains on our record. My dad will kill me” She groans.
During class, I found out that Hani’s father was the South Korean Ambassador to the US and her mom also had a fashion line that was huge in Korea just like mine. Harvey, however, didn’t say anything about his folks and I wasn’t one to probe especially since he looked uncomfortable talking about it.
Suddenly, my body becomes more aware the same minute I catch sight of Kian smoking under one of the trees. Laurent and Mason are talking but he just stands there, listening.
This time, he doesn’t see me so I use the opportunity to feed the starved part of me that still yearns for a good and long look at the boy who looks like sin.
His hand brings the cigarette to his lips and he takes a deep breath before blowing. His hands are rough and large and I can almost imagine them on my skin, gripping, pulling, roaming.
His eyes are dark and soulless as he observes his environment with a boredom that seems almost impossible to muster at will, yet he does.
Everything about him screams run but my body seems to have lost the meaning of that word because all I feel is a strong attraction that keeps pulling me towards him.
“Are you even listening?” Dilora’s voice snaps me back to reality and I realize they are yet to see the source of my distraction so I quickly remove my gaze before they find him.
“Sorry, I was thinking about the things I need to do when I get back home” I answer awkwardly, embarrassed that I was almost caught gawking at him.
“Oh, that means you won’t be able to attend the dinner date with us?” Dilora says, disappointment lacing her tone.
What’s wrong with these girls? Do they only eat? Aren’t they scared of gaining weight? If I ate as much as they did, I would be back to my former self faster than I could grab my phone and run out of this place.
“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you next time” I pretend to be sad and soon they forget about it and move on to the next topic but I tune them out, my gaze straying again before I can stop it.
I am relieved to find him still standing there and he is yet to notice me so I continue my shameless stalking.
This time, he has a frown on his face as he talks to his cousin and friend. He turns all of a sudden and our eyes meet, making me flinch back in shock.
Kian’s eyes narrow but his eyes betray nothing. His cousin realizes that he no longer has Kian’s attention and turns to me too, his face morphing into surprise.
I should look away but I can’t. His eyes suck me in, like I am drowning in darkness. I feel alive and I hate it. He is bringing out emotions I have never felt even without talking to or touching me.
I hate the way I shiver when he smirks at me. I can’t understand my body’s reaction towards him. The desperation to inch closer to him, to always have his eyes on me.
My curiosity turns to fear. I realize that he is getting to me when I promise no one would. I had not noticed it earlier but he is slowly breaking through wars he should not be able to since we are strangers.
The admission chills me to my bones and my body trembles with this new crack in my walls. I have been too careless. I force myself to snap my gaze down and grab my bags.
“What is it?” Dilora asks when I stand up suddenly, almost knocking my chair back.
“I’m leaving. Something came up” My voice shakes and I make no effort to hide it or try to pretend that it didn’t. I just wanted to get out of this place.
“Just like that?” Harvey asks.
“Yes. See you tomorrow” I tell them before running towards the exit.
“Wait, Alora” Dilora calls but I don't look back. I couldn't.
I run out of the cafeteria like my ass is on fire but it isn’t. it’s my heart.
Did you finally realize how gullible and pathetic you are? Such a disgusting wimp.
Weren’t you all confident that no one would get through? I told you before, Alora. You are weak, useless.
I am vulnerable now so the whispers see this as an opportunity to attack and I am too powerless to defend myself.
I need my drugs and I need it now. My legs move as fast as they can towards my car even as they quiver with every step I take.
My hands tremble as I run far away from the boy who is breaking my walls from a distance.
KIAN It’s supposed to be four boring years of wasting my time taking courses that I already know more of than the professors teaching them but both our dads insist that Laurent and I need to provide a university certificate to take over the conglomerate. Yet, as soon as I enter the double doors, my eyes locate her on instinct, sitting amidst people who don’t hold a light to her glow. Fake. I find myself spitting the word in my mind before I can process what I mean but I know just fine. I don’t need to be a psychologist to know the confident look she wears is just a façade, one she pulls off effortlessly well. I’ve never seen brown skin glow the way hers did. Her locs make her stand out with all the accessories in them and they are calling on me to tug on them harshly as I watch her small pouty lips open in a silent moan, begging me to take control of her body. Her eyes meet mine and her mouth falls open. I have to look away because of the surge of pleasure that courses th
ALORA I stumble with ragged breaths into my apartment after spending an absurd amount of time trying to get the keys into the lock as my hands are unstable and my palms, sweaty. Everything is so disoriented that I can barely focus on the space in front of me. It’s a miracle that I could drive home without getting into an accident as my anxiety was through the roof and I drove like a drunk teenager. I throw my things on the bed, including my phone not giving a fuck after it bounces on the bed and hits the floor with a loud thud. I can always buy a new phone but never a new mind if it breaks now. I race towards the drawer beside my bed and use the key to open the locked compartment. I pick up the syringe and the bottle but freeze when I remember that I took a dosage yesterday before bed and couldn’t take another. It’ll be too risky. I dump the items back into the drawer and shut it with the key. My legs are shaky because I am in a dire situation. I don’t know what else to do an
ALORAI pick myself off the floor minutes later. I still feel disoriented so I decide to take the regular anxiety pills I have. I walk back to my bedroom on shaky legs. I eye the locked compartment and my hands itch to take that instead.I keep my body pressed against the wall to fight the urge before I enter my walk-in closet instead to pick the drugs. I haven’t had the need to take the ever since I tossed them there when I was arranging my things a few days back.I can still remember the first day Mom had gotten me the drugs after I had been cross examined by way too many people than I cared to remember who instructed me that I would only take the drugs until I got better enough to take the regular ones.When I was little, I hated the pills I was given because I felt they were too big and would never be able to go down my throat but here I was barely ten years later, hanging onto a thread as if I wouldn’t survive if I didn’t take one.I want to try and resist but my urge consumes me
ALORAI jolt back in shock and press myself against the wall before any of them can me. I don’t know if he heard the loud gasp that escaped my lips.There is nothing worse than being a witness at a crime scene. I’ve seen enough in movies to know that was a big NO. I already have enough on my plate and I don’t want to be chased and killed because I saw something I shouldn’t have. “Why would Kian be in such a place like this?” my hand flies to my chest to calm my heart which is pounding hard.I know I should turn around, walk back to my car, drive home and pretend that I didn’t see anything like a smart person would have done but no, I decide to take another peak.I swear, my curiosity at times like this is my biggest weakness.I slowly peek around the corner again, making sure my body is not in sight. Kian is now standing in front of the man who is whimpering like a baby.Even under the poor lighting, he still looks so good. The way his eyes twinkle with glee, possibly at the thought
ALORAI walk down the hallways, scanning the area for a sign that someone was watching me. I woke up the morning paranoid much to my dismay.For some unknown reason, my mind is convinced that Kian saw me last night and now he has someone watching me so they can snatch me when no one is watching.Watch better Alora. Who knows? Maybe they'll kill you and dump your useless body somewhere mommy and daddy can find you.It'll be a field day for meThe voices in my head are having a field day with my new weakness and they are taking the utmost advantage of my new discovery but it is a shame I am too distracted to care about them at the moment.Last night confirms Dilora’s warning about Kian’s family being dangerous and now I understand her fears. The mafia were the people who you wanted to avoid with your entire bein
ALORAMy hands become clammy, my heart skips a beat and my breathing grows shallow as my unwilling legs drag across the marble floor towards Kian.It doesn't matter how much I see him in a day, he always seems to be able to draw out these feelings of fear and excitement from me which I am growing to hate every passing second.I have reasons why he scares me but I can't come up with any reason why he excites me. It shouldn't be normal for heat to course through my veins and tingles to creep up my spine when I see someone who is dangerous but I don’t feel this way about anyone, just him.I'm suddenly aware of my nipples grazing my shirt, now regretting why I didn't put on a bra today. The shirt is big and no one would notice but now my nipples are erect and with the way his eyes fall on my chest, he notices them too.He watches me as I approach him with hesitant steps b
ALORAMy body jerks away from him and I turn to face him with a horrified expression but he has a fucking smile on his face like I am the most amusing thing on the face of the planet.“You are so expressive, it’s fucking sexy, dimples” He mocks from where he stands and I’m left speechless. What do I even say to him?“Stop saying things like that” I mutter weakly and his eyes glint with mockery.“What things? That I want to fuck you against that window or you are expressive?”“Both” I choke out “Don’t say stuff like that to me. You don’t even know me so why are you suddenly doing this?”“It’s so euphoric to get under your skin, dimples besides, I don’t question myself. I want you to be mine” My eyes widen and I stumble a few steps back from him.“Why are you moving backwards, you can’t escape me” He mocks and takes two steps towards me but I hold out my left hand to stop him.“Don’t come near me” I stutter and keep moving backwards until my back hits the wall and his grin widens.I quic
ALORABy the time I painstakingly drag myself through the meal, the wet spot on my top has disappeared but Kian won't hear it. He insists on having me change but deep down, I know he just wants to see me in his shirt, call it intuition.I was standing in the middle of his oversized bedroom which had a massive king’s bed in the middle. The lush sheets are so inviting and I am tempted to dive into them.Kian is currently in the walk-in closet, large enough to pass as a clothing boutique with clothes colour-coded to perfection. The door is wide open and I watch him go through his shirts, looking for one that will fit me.He removes a white shirt gently from the hanger and walks over to me before handing it over.“This should do,” he says“I don't need to change anymore. The spot is gone”“Why do you like making me angry, dimples? Do you want me to change the shirt for you? I have no problem doing it for you”I pull the shirt from his hold and dash into the other closed door in the room wh
ALORA’S DILEMMAI crash through the doors of my apartment like a mad woman. The rain had started by the time I left his place, but I couldn’t afford to wait till it stopped. I don’t know how I got a cab that brought me home but all I knew was that I didn’t want to stay anywhere close to Kian anymore. By the time I arrive home, my clothes are soaked and stuck to me like a second skin, my shoes feel heavy on my feet and my bones are stiff from the cold. The locs on my hair are heavy as well, adding to the headache I feel from the whole messed up situation. I stand in the middle of the room, trying to make a feeble attempt to catch my breath while my heart ached painfully in my chest. I always had some chest pains whenever I entered the rain. Now that I am alone, I let loose. I allow the tears to rack my body, soaking my already wet cheeks as the shame of what happened earlier consumed me. It’s been barely an hour since I saw Kian and he touched me in a place no one has ever touche
ALORABy the time I painstakingly drag myself through the meal, the wet spot on my top has disappeared but Kian won't hear it. He insists on having me change but deep down, I know he just wants to see me in his shirt, call it intuition.I was standing in the middle of his oversized bedroom which had a massive king’s bed in the middle. The lush sheets are so inviting and I am tempted to dive into them.Kian is currently in the walk-in closet, large enough to pass as a clothing boutique with clothes colour-coded to perfection. The door is wide open and I watch him go through his shirts, looking for one that will fit me.He removes a white shirt gently from the hanger and walks over to me before handing it over.“This should do,” he says“I don't need to change anymore. The spot is gone”“Why do you like making me angry, dimples? Do you want me to change the shirt for you? I have no problem doing it for you”I pull the shirt from his hold and dash into the other closed door in the room wh
ALORAMy body jerks away from him and I turn to face him with a horrified expression but he has a fucking smile on his face like I am the most amusing thing on the face of the planet.“You are so expressive, it’s fucking sexy, dimples” He mocks from where he stands and I’m left speechless. What do I even say to him?“Stop saying things like that” I mutter weakly and his eyes glint with mockery.“What things? That I want to fuck you against that window or you are expressive?”“Both” I choke out “Don’t say stuff like that to me. You don’t even know me so why are you suddenly doing this?”“It’s so euphoric to get under your skin, dimples besides, I don’t question myself. I want you to be mine” My eyes widen and I stumble a few steps back from him.“Why are you moving backwards, you can’t escape me” He mocks and takes two steps towards me but I hold out my left hand to stop him.“Don’t come near me” I stutter and keep moving backwards until my back hits the wall and his grin widens.I quic
ALORAMy hands become clammy, my heart skips a beat and my breathing grows shallow as my unwilling legs drag across the marble floor towards Kian.It doesn't matter how much I see him in a day, he always seems to be able to draw out these feelings of fear and excitement from me which I am growing to hate every passing second.I have reasons why he scares me but I can't come up with any reason why he excites me. It shouldn't be normal for heat to course through my veins and tingles to creep up my spine when I see someone who is dangerous but I don’t feel this way about anyone, just him.I'm suddenly aware of my nipples grazing my shirt, now regretting why I didn't put on a bra today. The shirt is big and no one would notice but now my nipples are erect and with the way his eyes fall on my chest, he notices them too.He watches me as I approach him with hesitant steps b
ALORAI walk down the hallways, scanning the area for a sign that someone was watching me. I woke up the morning paranoid much to my dismay.For some unknown reason, my mind is convinced that Kian saw me last night and now he has someone watching me so they can snatch me when no one is watching.Watch better Alora. Who knows? Maybe they'll kill you and dump your useless body somewhere mommy and daddy can find you.It'll be a field day for meThe voices in my head are having a field day with my new weakness and they are taking the utmost advantage of my new discovery but it is a shame I am too distracted to care about them at the moment.Last night confirms Dilora’s warning about Kian’s family being dangerous and now I understand her fears. The mafia were the people who you wanted to avoid with your entire bein
ALORAI jolt back in shock and press myself against the wall before any of them can me. I don’t know if he heard the loud gasp that escaped my lips.There is nothing worse than being a witness at a crime scene. I’ve seen enough in movies to know that was a big NO. I already have enough on my plate and I don’t want to be chased and killed because I saw something I shouldn’t have. “Why would Kian be in such a place like this?” my hand flies to my chest to calm my heart which is pounding hard.I know I should turn around, walk back to my car, drive home and pretend that I didn’t see anything like a smart person would have done but no, I decide to take another peak.I swear, my curiosity at times like this is my biggest weakness.I slowly peek around the corner again, making sure my body is not in sight. Kian is now standing in front of the man who is whimpering like a baby.Even under the poor lighting, he still looks so good. The way his eyes twinkle with glee, possibly at the thought
ALORAI pick myself off the floor minutes later. I still feel disoriented so I decide to take the regular anxiety pills I have. I walk back to my bedroom on shaky legs. I eye the locked compartment and my hands itch to take that instead.I keep my body pressed against the wall to fight the urge before I enter my walk-in closet instead to pick the drugs. I haven’t had the need to take the ever since I tossed them there when I was arranging my things a few days back.I can still remember the first day Mom had gotten me the drugs after I had been cross examined by way too many people than I cared to remember who instructed me that I would only take the drugs until I got better enough to take the regular ones.When I was little, I hated the pills I was given because I felt they were too big and would never be able to go down my throat but here I was barely ten years later, hanging onto a thread as if I wouldn’t survive if I didn’t take one.I want to try and resist but my urge consumes me
ALORA I stumble with ragged breaths into my apartment after spending an absurd amount of time trying to get the keys into the lock as my hands are unstable and my palms, sweaty. Everything is so disoriented that I can barely focus on the space in front of me. It’s a miracle that I could drive home without getting into an accident as my anxiety was through the roof and I drove like a drunk teenager. I throw my things on the bed, including my phone not giving a fuck after it bounces on the bed and hits the floor with a loud thud. I can always buy a new phone but never a new mind if it breaks now. I race towards the drawer beside my bed and use the key to open the locked compartment. I pick up the syringe and the bottle but freeze when I remember that I took a dosage yesterday before bed and couldn’t take another. It’ll be too risky. I dump the items back into the drawer and shut it with the key. My legs are shaky because I am in a dire situation. I don’t know what else to do an
KIAN It’s supposed to be four boring years of wasting my time taking courses that I already know more of than the professors teaching them but both our dads insist that Laurent and I need to provide a university certificate to take over the conglomerate. Yet, as soon as I enter the double doors, my eyes locate her on instinct, sitting amidst people who don’t hold a light to her glow. Fake. I find myself spitting the word in my mind before I can process what I mean but I know just fine. I don’t need to be a psychologist to know the confident look she wears is just a façade, one she pulls off effortlessly well. I’ve never seen brown skin glow the way hers did. Her locs make her stand out with all the accessories in them and they are calling on me to tug on them harshly as I watch her small pouty lips open in a silent moan, begging me to take control of her body. Her eyes meet mine and her mouth falls open. I have to look away because of the surge of pleasure that courses th