Kevin T Falcon. I can be described as difficult and even callous . I have had a girl once tell me I'm the most unloveable piece of crap she has ever had sex with. Frankly, I don't give a fuck.
I'm what my father's ancestors would call colored aka mulatto. I'm originally from West Palm Beach but me and my mom fuckin' hate each other which resulted in me picking a college as far away from each other in cold Peselton, Minnesota with my dude Jeremy . Who could blame me? If a 45 year old woman was nagging all the time wouldn't you leave as soon as you graduate highschool.
Living in Peselton where my dorm rent is high , toll operating pays shit and with college debt that looms over me everyday when I pull on my ink stained sweater .
How does this place want me to take on all these hardships when the world is possibly close to its inevitable end . I digress, recently I have been seeking for this end to hit the accelerate button as my dreadful life has been introduced to Petra Nicole Owls. I almost hate her more than my nagging mother. If I had known saving her would have brought this to my worthless existence I would've let her drown.
I was just coming off my 12:00 am to 8:00 am shift. I decided to take my bicycle home as at this time the roads are beginning to crowd and I was not going to pay a cab driver by the hour to wait in traffic.
I was biking along the road when I heard a soft cry for help. In the distance over the bridge was a flailing girl barely keeping a float. She kicked and flailed in the water for about five additional minutes before she began to sink.
It's not my business to interfere in someone's release from life. She did seem cute from afar. A smirk came to my face as I rushed into the water dragging her deadweight to the land. I pushed back my wet blonde tipped curls as I laid my ear underneath her plump breasts.
A heart beat is there but no breathing. What's the procedure for shit like this? I walked over to my work bag taking out my mobile.
Jeremy: "I told you before you left the house I'm not picking you up."
Kevin: "Not like I wanted to get in that meep meep of a car."
Jeremy: "Why're you calling Kev?"
Kevin: "I just pulled this girl out the water and she ain't breathing."
Jeremy: "Then why the fuck you called me! She needs a fucking ambulance!"
Kevin: "Isn't the procedure to call a friend for advice?"
Jeremy: "Call a friend- jesus christ this isn't a sitcom."
Kevin: "I knew you were useless."
A long sigh came from the other end of the line.
Jeremy: "You tried CPR?"
Kevin: "CPR?."
Jeremy: "I would yell at you if I didn't make you happy to see me scream."
Kevin: "You know me so well."
I looked over at the still motionless body inching closer towards her. I lifted her chin up while resting my hand on her chest. My pale pink lips to her smeared red lipstick covered ones. Then the universe kicked in and instead of plush lips I was met with a gush of warm seawater mixed with saliva.
Who am I to expect the universe giving me at least some pleasure. I wiped my slimey face before gazing across to the coughing figure. Her red hair stuck to her like spider webs. Deep set pools of ice blue are enough to send any man shivers. Pleasure or fear I have yet to decide. She wipes her mouth further, smearing the lipstick further up her face. Her mouth was slightly open as she gazed around before locking eyes with me. The corners of her lips soon turned up as she crawled up to me.
"Hey... ?" I managed to get out without breaking eye contact.
"I think I love you." She announced
Time to pack it up universe this is not it. I refuse to entertain this sitcom any longer. This girl is giving me crazy eyes which are not as hot as people may describe. I have had my share with crazy women and that's just in my family. I quickly pushed her away scrambling to my feet.
"Now Ms.... Joker, I appreciate your declaration but I'm not interested."
The right corner of her lips turned up and her eyes squinted, "Oh really? Then all that fondling of my breasts was nothing."
"Well yeah, I wanted to touch them. Now that's out the way , Goodbye Ms. Joker. Go conquer Gotham or something."
I grabbed my bike handle quickly hopping on beginning to ride off. That was until I heard the footsteps following behind. I turned and to no surprise it was that girl.
My bike came to a shrieking halt as I looked back at her. " Leave me alone!"
She looked down, the devious smile present on her lips "But Love"
"No! Not your love. Now leave me the fuck alone!"
Ms. Joker huffed and sat on the ground. What does she expect me to do, feel guilty? Wrong bad boy there universe. With a quick flip of my middle finger and off I rode back to campus.
When I finally arrived back to my dorm I was expecting Jeremy to be practising his saxophone but when did my expectations be accurate. I wiggled out my wet shoes and jacket after leaning my bike against the wall when I heard a light humming coming from the kitchen. Jeremy is probably making dinner. I peaked over the wall only to have my eyes burn.
"Hey Kev." Jeremy said smiling away at the stove completely naked besides an apron which read "kiss the hunk.". To be quite fair, Jeremy isn't the worst person to see naked. He had a muscular athletic frame under olive smooth skin. Not to mention a strong jawline.
"Fuck... Jeremy." I bowed my head covering my eyes in the process. " Put some clothes on!"
Jeremy chuckles, "They're dirty dude"
"Then put on a towel!"
"They are dirty too."
" I don't fucking care! Put on something..."
" Fine..", Jeremy drawls. A soft thump followed by footsteps slowly grew softer.
I removed my hand and reached down picking up the fallen apron.
"Fucking pansey."
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Peselton Academy of the Arts is the place where people either go to fulfil actual talent or prove to their parents that it's not a phase. I however fall between those too chaotic groups.Judging that the only reason I picked this school is because it was the only school far enough that Jeremy and I could attend. I think I picked a major in music or something like that.
PAA uplifts its vast diversity which is true. The school body hosts a cornucopia of shades.
There's porcelain, ivory , sand , beige and even pale folks alike. It's like viewing a Sears catalog. I am the toothpick in a mayonnaise margarita with Jeremy as the olive. To be less harsh there is like 10 non-white kids which you all have probaly seen on the school's website.
"Hey you with the grey hoodie!." a high pitched voice called out from behind.
Oh great! Ms. Joker is back. When did she go to this school? My mind is telling me go but my body is dumb as shit.
I turned around, placing my hands in my pockets. "Ms. Joker what a surprise." I replied dryly, rocking on the heels of my feet.
She pursed her red full lips taking two long steps towards me. She was almost towering over me as she wore her stiletto boots. Who wears stiletto boots to school anyway? "You're the person that saved me the other day."
"And you are the one who tried to force yourself on me." I retorted back.
"Well you are a pervert so you are not one to complain." She replied as she caressed my cheek which soon changed to a trace down to my jaw with her almond shaped pink acrylics.
I let out a soft sigh slapping her hand away,
"Can you please get to the point Ms.Joker I have class."
"My name is Petra Owls although I'm not opposed to that nickname." Petra replied. "Do you live in the Dorms?"
"Like hell would I tell YOU where I live." I snapped back ready to turn around and walk away when a vice grip on my throat said otherwise. I looked around frantically for some help but then I remembered.
I am a Dick.
I sputtered and heaved. The only thing making me stay conscious is the intense burning in my throat send shockwaves through my body. I can feel her nails begin to leave indents in my skin as she pulled me closer whispering in my ear, "When I ask you a question you must answer it.". She let go of my neck and began walking off.
I held my bruised neck coughing so hard I think one of my contacts came out. Eyes stare at me like they're all seeing a ghost.
"What you all's problem! Keep your fucking heads straight!"
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Laying back on the couch with smooth tunes of Jeremy's tenor sax in the background really sets the mood for a lazy friday afternoon. Since I lost my contacts during that choking incident I had to resort to my old gold painted wire glasses until my order for new ones came in. I fixed them up the bridge of my nose and returned to texting Charlez.
Charlez is also a student at PAA but he is in the Visual Art department while me and Jeremy are in the Music Department. He's mad talented with his hands especially with hair. There being few to no barbers in the area who can handle my curls let alone his locs it's no wonder he learned how. Although this man is gifted as hell he however has a curse of addiction to rum.
Charlez: Nigga I telling you. you soak a hotdog bun in a baby bottle of bacardi then take it out to be fire.
Kevin: Boi Take your drunk ass and go to class.
Charlez: Sumthin up with you. Ya acting weird.
Kevin: It this gyal who bothering me
Charlez: how da a prob
Kevin: Cus this bitch try choking me.
Charlez: She went crazy. I say stay away.
Before I got a chance to reply back my phone went flying across the room. "What the fuck Jere- Ms. Joker?"
"Who were you talking to?" She deadpanned.
"No you don't ask the questions. I do! Now tell me what is up with you?"
Petra's arched eyebrows furrowed but soon relaxed the sly smile slipped onto her face. "Kevin, I only repeat myself once. I like you so you are mine until I say otherwise."
I placed my hand on my forehead breathing in and out harshly. Why must these things always happen to me? The one time I do an act of kindness it fucks me up more than if I let her drown.
"Why would I do this? Commit to staying with a psycho who chokes me after not long declaring your love for me. Do I look stupid or something?"
Petra's facial expression did not change. She reached into her black heart shaped over the shoulder bag taking out a small stack of papers bound by a pink paper clip. She tossed the paper over which I caught. I flipped through the pages. My stomach turning to knots as fast as my honey colored skin turned paler than a Sears Catalog.
"You. You're reporting me to school Dean? For harassment? " I managed out. I couldn't even scream as it lays like lead at the bottom of my stomach. "You can't-"
Petra's heels click on the hardwood floors as she slowly saunters towards me."Oh I believe I can. You were there at the bridge. I can confirm this cause your job lets out at that time. You may say you didn't touch me but let's see how our stories hold up. I can see it now. 'College student expelled from school for touching an upper clasman' how scandalous. "
She cups my face in her hands as her stoic eyes send shivers through my body. A simple tilt of my head and our lips were connected. Her lips were warm and fierce. Devouring my mouth leaving her red remnants of lipstick as if marking her territory.
Then she pulls away slipping the document from my frozen hands, placing it back into her purse. "I'm going to take a shower. I believe you wouldn't mind me taking a shirt." She grinned and walked away humming a soft tune.
I knew two things after she left. One, the universe loves to see me squirm and cry. Two, I am going to break all of Jeremy's reeds for letting the maniac in.
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It was around 11:55 pm and I was still awake. A warm body latched tight around mine barely allowing me to use Jeremy's phone.
"Turn it off." The red haired witch whispered.
"Fuck off, you can leave if you want."
Petra reached for the phone but I quickly moved it higher in the air. She pounced on top of me wrestling my hand for the phone causing both of us to fall not once breaking the struggle.
As we struggled I failed to notice the open window behind us. Sadly, Petra did as her sly smile came back to her face as she pushed me out, sending tumbling from the 2nd floor onto a car below. I stared around the barely lit streets in a daze. The phone chimed making me stare at the big 12:00 am flashing on the screen.
What a crappy way to end a fucked up day.