Ninety-five

"Ugh," Kyra groaned, massaging her temples.

Another day of school over at last, Kyra sighed as she made her way back home.

Running her hands through her blonde hair, the breeze letting the wavy curls run wild, she secured her bag across her chest and whistled as she strolled down the road.

Today had passed without any problems, if she could ignore how her heart had thumped in her chest and her hand had felt the impact of the slap she'd given Jax earlier, practically running away afterwards.

Quiet, intense Jax.

Larger than life intimidating Jax who made trees look like they were not so tall.

Jax who had tried to kiss her .

Absentmindedly her hand moved to touch her mouth and she was looking at the ground as she walked, deep in her thought so she didn't realize that she'd spoken too soon about the day being unproblematic until someone cleared their throat.

Looking up, she blinked slowly, hoping the person blocking her path would vanish and it'd all be in her wild imagination, but alas,