15. Stolen Kisses from the secret coward

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Playlist for this chapter;

Elastic Heart - Sia feat The Weekend(This song suits Katherine so well 🙂)

Wreckling Ball - Miley Cyrus,

All The Time - Young Thug,

Despacito - Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee feat Justin Bieber,

Just Dance - Lady Gaga feat Colby.

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Their loyalty stops once they stop benefiting from you. I'm not suprised at the turn of events and twirl of people's behavior anymore. I've seen a lot of them on my a decade and half one quarter of years on this shit hole tagged as Earth.

Nobody cares about you untill you're rich, popular, good looking or dead.

P.S: Humans are more dangerous, be kind to animals.

"Your eyes are ocean blue like the sea, calm, quiet and peaceful when there's no storm. Something which I rarely see because you're always vexed, but when I do they're perfect. I bet they'd look like a halo in the dead of the night.

Straight thin nose, and dancing dimples that are visible on your cheeks even when you're frowning. Plus the mole on your upper lip is a huge turn on.

Your lips are the best, I could stare at them all day. Full, manipulative and quivers with sassiness, ready to put people in their places when they try to get on your bad side.

You walk around, turning heads, having no clue on what you do to guys. If only people think the way I do, you wouldn't be walking and talking with humans, you'd be in a glass casen to be stared at, admired and taken pictures of.

❤️

from your geniune secret admirer

"Idiot, surely you can come up with something more original." I snort, rolling my eyes as I crumple the paper into a ball before throwing it into a nearby trash bin.

This is the third letter from the idiot who claims to be my secret admirer. The ridiculously silly act had been invented since on Monday. The letters always fell off whenever I unlock my locker.

The secret coward, I can't call him the secret admirer because he would have been an overt admirer if he isn't a coward and will come up to my face to tell me how he feels about me. Instead of using outdated methods to get a girl. I'm certain it's possibly one of those fat nerds with glasses that was using weird lines to make me fall for his letters. One who could voice out his thoughts just on the papers but is a huge stuttering mess in person. I'm sure he os watching me from a corner, expecting me to blush and giggle like a fool after reading his trash.

Well, I guess he will be disappointed since the trash bin will do a good job at reading it.

I scowl at a lanky tall boy with a backpack on his shoulder who throws me a smile, and glare at another with piercing and tattoos that flashes a wink at my direction.

All guys are becoming suspects.

Yeah, half of the male specimen fancy me here in school mostly because of my boobs but most of them are scared shitless. While the ones who feel they have livers would come right in my face, making attempts of hitting on me and I would do what I did best.

Ignore them.

I want to scream out and order the idiot who claims to be my secret admirer to show his rustic pudding face.

Over the passed few days, I developed this new art of talking randomly to myself and speaking less with my friends and in public.

Maggie and Ver often thought I'd be sent to the pyschophatic ward. You know I quite agree with them possibly because I almost drowned and some parts of my brain unscrewed.

Second week of school rolled faster than I thought it'd be.

I was still ignoring Dad and finally replied to his numerous messages yesterday with just 'Hey'

The Mckenzie siblings were starting to act normal around me. Not that they did talk to me except Evans. They started ignoring me when I was beginning to enjoy their company.

I totally succeeded in making them believe I had forgotten about what they did to me before striking because they did hurt me in the past.

First thing on Monday morning, I arrived at school earlier than everyone and wrote on Sam's locker with with a marker "I'm gay and I'm having a great crush on Percival Parker" I quoted it so well so people could see it.

Sam on seeing this, walked around in shame, hanging his head and shoulders low because people called him gay wherever he turned to. Even Percy slammed him against his locker and threatened to castrate him if he doesn't put an end to whatever feelings he was generating for him.

I can still remember the looks on his siblings faces when they saw this. And Max punched Percy on his face. They wanted to get into a fight but quickly stopped when they saw some teachers.

Sam in tears, ditched school before the bell for first period was rang because people where taking shots of him.

Monday afternoon, Max was glued to his seat and was carried out along with the seat by some seniors, because I poured gum on his seat with him and his classmates unaware.

I have never seen someone that furious before. His face was so red and he kept cussing and threatening to kill someone through gritted teeth

Monday evening, I stole Miranda's phone, compose and sent a break up message to her boyfriend, Leo.

Before deleting the text message.

Miranda had cried bowls of tears assuming it was Leo himself who broke up with her when he refused taking her calls and blocked her on all the social media platform.

Tuesday morning, I hid Evan's inhaler and sneaked peanut butter into his sandwich during breakfast because I studied him cautiously and discovered he had nut allergy. He'd barfed after taking one bite and was wheezing. His siblings turned his room upside down before they finally did found his inhaler.

Tuesday morning, I posted pictures of a wasted Sarah on LASH blog, dancing and grinding on older guys at the club. I sent some spies after her.

She was tagged as smut and she'd cried her face to pulp.

Lastly, on Tuesday afternoon during P.E, I bribed some muscular seniors with cash to kidnap and dump Tristan into the school dumpsters that had all trash in the school. That had him smelling like the mixture of soured milk, decayed meat, rotten fruits and all other various trash that had been in the school dumpsters for five days.

There was laughter, pointing of fingers and video filming just like the way they did to me when he finally succeeded in making his way out after hours spent in the dumpster, looking like a mad man who lost his way to the school. It was worst. He was given two names on LASH blog; The Dumpster Prince of LASH and The Rotten Prince.

Kids backed away from him, held their noses, and ran away from every direction he took because of his stench. And Tristan had sat on the floor unable to speak or move, fighting the urge to cry.

The new part of me feels guilty over my evil deeds because I'm not a bully. It kind of feels like I went too far. But the old me reminds me how I was treated. They did mess with me.

The dirty stockings they shoved into my mouth

The punch.

The disgrace.

The harsh comebacks.

The insults.

Blue Barbie of LAHS.

Maybe I did went too far, but they deserve every and more pain in the world, including Tristan Gardner.

Today being Wednesday, I got an E in Calculus which was a stamp that I'd finally get Maggie to tutor me. I hate calculations, they made me sick. I've never been good at them, but that doesn't mean I'm bad at school. What I'm good at is giving presentations, writing essays, proofreading, reading, putting on enviable make up, enviable clothes and buying the latest shoes, bags and phones.

I return my attention back to the field.

The ball is passed to Max during the dying minute, and he dribbles his way to the right wing, not bothering to pass the ball to Tristan who ran towards the opponents post. Tristan's face twists into fury when he sees that Max won't pass him the ball. Instead Max passes the ball to another player who runs a few meters and swiftly passes the ball back to him. North Hill High School players try all their possible best to get the ball from him, but they couldn't. He is just too good on the field and they are no match for him.

"Go Max!"

"Go Max!"

"Go Max!"

The crowds chants echoes and bounces through the walls as Max dodges his opponents, dribbling his way pass them to the court.

"Go baby!" Vivian yells pumping her pom-pom into the air and shaking her waist with the other cheerleaders.

The four Mckenzie siblings sitted in the auditorium with me has three pair of hands and one clasps together, muttering coherent words to themselves, with their eyes wide open, with Evan's free right hand videotaping the whole match. Guess it's a ritual they perform when their eldest brother was on the field.

He shoots the ball with his left foot and it flies passed the goalie who makes an attempt to catch it and tears open the post.

The first few moments is silence from the crowd like they are paying tribute to a dead person.

The way he shot the goal was extraordinary.

He used his left foot, and it tore the post opened.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAL." The crowd roars standing on all fours, raising Catzilla's posters and banner into the air. Maggie blocka her ears in attempt of not rendering her eardrums block, while Ver blows the whistle louder.

The Catzillas had won the Eagles with 4-0.

Well, guess who shot all the goals?

It's the team captain himself.

Maxwell Douchebag Mckenzie.

My step brother.

Tristan is currently red from anger like he wants to kill someone and furiously stomps away from the football field, purposely bumping shoulders passed his teammates who in turn stares at him with irritated confused expressions. His friends had ditched him and carried Max up as there is loud cheers and claps from the jubilating LASH students and parents.

Clinton Gabe, the new found friend of Max, the highest school notorious jock and the most popular boy in LASH, announced that there'd be a party to celebrate the Catzilla's victory. He too is in the same football team with Max and is the most wealthiest kid in school.

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"Don't you ever say

I just walked away

I will always want you

I can't live a lie

rnning for my life

I will always want you

I came in like a wrecking ball..."

It's Sam's voice working with the strings of his guitar as he sings 'Wrecking Ball by Miley Cyrus.' His voice is low, sad and so beautiful that I feel a tiny pang in my heart.

I let you hide up

in the sky and now,

your not coming down

It's lonely, till you left me

burning now, rashes on the ground..."

He is hurt, he hasn't been himself lately since his secret was spilled out and the whole school and his siblings knows.

I slip on my black hoodie, white shorts and my comfy high white flip-flops which costs five thousand dollars and it doesn't even bare a tiny bit of resemblance to flip-flops. Dropping the idea of putting on a make up since I'm just dressed like I'm going to stay indoors, or not because even if I'm dressed in the worst set of clothings, I still stand out.

I carry my bag on around neck and head out.

While descending the stairs, I receive text messages from my friends, that reads they are already awaiting me at the party.

Max, Evans and suprisingly Miranda had left earlier.

Sarah with great love for parties has herself locked up in her room, too scared and ashamed to go to the party since she will be tagged as a smut.

I curl my fingers into fist, fighting the urge not to face palm out of guilt because it's practically my fault.

I allow the suited body guards to open the door for me as I make my way out.

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I catch sight of my friends awaiting me outside Cliton's house the moment I alight out of my Range Rover. They are standing few yards away from the numerous cars packed at the beautiful flattened grass area because the garage can't occupy all cars.

Clinton Gabe's parents are into business like my Dad, and the kid rarely sees much of his parents like I do. Clinton's house is humongous but nothing compare to mine.

Few teenagers are outside, sucking faces and making out. Few college guys drinking beer and smoking weed.

Maggie is a shivering mess, with her legs dancing out of nervousness as she repeatedly stares behind her shoulder, as if someone is going to manhandle her. She has never been to a party before.

I untie my long blonde hair, run my fingers through it and feel the length of it at my waist

"Hey guys." I appear behind them and they turn around at the sound of my voice and practically squeal.

"Kate!"

I give them a tiny smug smile.

"Seriously you don't need to put an effort to look good." Ver remarks, hands tucked in her hoodie pocket.

"What are you two doing out here?"

"W-we're scared of going in and let our presence known. Sss-specially me. I've got this feeling I'd get kicked out before I step foot in." It's Maggie, her cheeks and neck pink from embarrassment as she stares at a guy smoking weed at her side with her big glasses on the perch of her nose, before she awkwardly pushes her glasses up and cast her eyes down to the floor. The act makes the glasses slip down to the edge of her nose, because her nose is too tiny and can't hold her glasses.

"I think this isn't a good idea. I almost stripped my self naked due to my drunken state to the last party I attended. I'm a wayward drunk with low tolerance of alcohol." Ver pouts.

"To hell with people, their thoughts, your insecurities and your flaws!" I scream more to myself than my friends. And the people around snaps their heads at my direction and throw me weird looks over their shoulders.

I smirk and pull them into the house, ignoring Maggie's stuttering protests and Ver's legs that she is frightfully placing one after the other.

I push the door to Clinton's house open and All The Time by Young Thug that whas blasting loud from the speakers welcome out presence.

And Maggie for the second time today blocks her ears from the high sounds from the speakers with her face scrunch up in fear. Her hands falls off her ears when her eyes spots three girls dancing in the midst of the sweaty hormonal teenagers that are swapping saliva and grinding on each other. Guys are drooling over the smoking hot females who ware putting their tongues into their mouth, licking their lips, twirling and doing dreamy things with their hips.

"Ew." Ver gags at the sight.

The air is a total combination of alcohol, cigarret, sweat, with a variation of both cheap and expensive perfumes.

A red cup containing whatever liquid inside is shoved into Maggie's hand and when she attempts to drink from it, I snatch the cup away from her.

"Rule number one, never accept a drink from total strangers at parties, you wouldn't know if it's spiked or not." I point out throwing the cup into a nearby trash bin. Ver only nodds, while Maggie's eyes widens as my word sinks in which has her mouth currently agape.

She shuts her mouth and blinks twice, that I just smile. She is so adorable.

We shove our way pass the dancing drunken sweaty teenagers and head for the kitchen. I feel my ass groop twice and when I turn around to slap the fucker, I'm confused on who to slap. I snort and scowl when I see two sweat drenched guys dancing like they are riding invisible horses.

Ver's and Maggie's laughter blends with music on the atmosphere when we finally walk into the kitchen.

Inside the kitchen, boys are eating junk food and smoking, girls are gossiping and posing for selfies and few boys who'd mess their brains up with drugs are laying face flat on the floor.

We bypass them and I yank the door of the refrigerator open, skip the open can drinks and takw three unopened can beers before handing over two to my friends.

"Rule number two, never drink any unopened can beer, you wouldn't know the various mixture of spikes inside. Some spikes could make a girl have amnesia or dumb for twenty four hours and boys would do as they please with them."

"Woah."

"That's malevolent."

I smirk and unhook my can, they copy me.

"Rule number three, always drink unopened can beers to avoid being sorry than safe." And we click our drinks together before taking sips.

I know all these rules because I usually tagged alongside my ex boyfriend, Tristan the shitbag when partying.

I then realize I haven't seen Max and his siblings.

We make our way out of the kitchen and I force Ver and Maggie to dance with me.

As if on cue, the DJ starts playing Despacito by Luis Fonsi, Daddy Yankee ft Justin Bieber.

Maggie becomes shy at first, before she looks around her and sees that no one is paying attention to her. Then she starts dancing like a clown when her lack of confidence fades away.

Kids around us sees this and backs away from Maggie with fits of laughter. She suddenly stops dancing and bows her head in embarrassment, while I pull Ver closer to me by the collar and dance with her.

Dancing is one of my skills, I did took dance lessons so I'm a pro at it.

Kids starts creating a huge space on seeing how I'm twirling and whining, doing more dreamy things with my hips than the girls we saw earlier. Guys are drooling, girls are glaring and staring enviously at me.

I carry on dancing like I own the floor with a smug smirk at the corner of my mouth and my heart somersault when my eyes meets the pair of sharp mean eyes they've wanted to meet.

Sitted comfortably in the midst of his teammates with two females straddling each of his laps was Max. Vivian is kissing his neck with her hands on his biceps, while he has his hands on the girl he'd been kissing. Did I forget to mention he is staring at me with a hot intensive gaze through the girl's shoulder?

Even Clinton has his face attached to a red hair he had pressed to the wall. I can't see Evans or Miranda, but as I dance, my eyes travels to Tristan and his bitchy little brunnet close to the dance floor too.

I return my gaze back to Max and take a sharp intake of breath because his face is cloud in shock and of disbelief.

I tear my eyes away from him still dancing, but anxiety arise because the awareness of his eyes on my all can't help me dance confidently like the first time.

Thankfully the song comes to an end and is replaced with Lady Gaga ft Colby's Just Dance and I stopped dancing.

What an irony.

Loud cheers and claps erupts from the kids and I smile smugly at Max and high five my friends.

There is a sudden black out inside the house that instant, putting an end to the music and several hisses and swear words proceeds out of the kids mouth.

It all happens in a swift motion when I'm being pulled away from my friends and is press against a hard brick wall.

"What the actual fuck!" I bark hitting the person's chest. It's hard, almost like the brick wall I have my back on and I hear a deep chuckle.

It's a boy.

I glare into the darkness because I can't see the bastard's face, I can feel my nostrils flaring too.

"You better show yourself right now before I commit mans-

I'm being interrupted from going further when I feel him inch closer to me, bends his weight, exhales rather loudly before capturing my lips with his and kisses me.

The kiss renders my nerves numb and my legs weak.

The kiss is breathtakingly mind blowing.

It's so...

My thoughts are disrupted when he pulls away and my hands suprise me by pulling his head back to mine and I kiss him back.

I don't know why I did it, maybe just maybe I'm crazy.

But this stranger's kiss isn't sloppy and wet like Tristan's. It's hot, tensious and delicious that it sent cold shivers down my spine and made me a shuddering mess. I can feel goose bumps generating itself on my skin. He is a very clean mouthed person.

When I intend to deepen the kiss, he jerks his mouth away from mine and flees.

My thoughts can't come up with something and my mouth can't even form a word because I'm rendered dumbstruck.

Power gets restored that moment and the kids give out sighs of relief.

I curse whoever took so long to restore the power because I could've seen the boy's face if the power had been restored earlier, during the kiss.

And when I went to school the next day still tasting the boy on my mouth, the feel of his kiss lingering on my lips and was getting my book for History class, a letter falls off my locker and lands on the floor. I squart and pick it up.

"Funny how your sassy mouth tasted just the way I imagined.

You taste so good, like strawberries deeped in honey."

❤️

from your genuine secret admirer

-OEL