Kyle's P.O.V
I saw her and immediately my body got jittery. Just looking at her almost got me thinking that I was high. The girl that I had missed for four years. The girl whose presence alone I thought could tame me and maybe silence the roaring demons that shouted into my brain. zi had prepared myself for this day the moment I found out that I would be going here. But nothing could ever prepare me for the way I felt when she finally looked into my eyes from across the room. Everything else seemed to die away in a blur and all I could focus on was the dark brown eyes. They always intrigued me. Everyone around me had bright coloured eyes. My green pupils seemed like an oddity as I was the o ly one in my family with them. Mother said I got them from my grandmother but I wouldn't know.
Our gazes connected for not more than a second as she seemed to scheme over my face and she proceeded to look elsewhere. I don't get it. Did she forget me? Do I look that different? And I can't help but feel disappointed. I honestly thought that she would run into my arms and lament hiw she missed me because that's honestly what I was going to do before a shirt woman in a lab coat shifted on my plans.
" I must say, Kendricks. I am quite happy to see you here again." She was talking to Tamiya and I remembered the reason the headmistress left me in the care of the half-witted brat.
I smiled. She did remain the same. Still violent when yoh cross a line. I blessed her for that. Don't get me wrong, I don't condone violence but I learnt early that the rules I live my life by don't apply to her. Which I obviously envied.
"Everyone. I would like to introduce you to our new student. Mr Kyle Stone. I'm Mrs. Denvers. The school psychologist or shrink. Whichever you prefer." She greeted me sweetly and I couldn't help but warm up to her. It's not everyday that people treat me like just another person. I liked it.
I turned to Tamiya at the back of the class to see if she had any reaction to this revelation and she looked like she couldn't careless. I hid my anxiety and turned back to face Mrs Denvers as she settled into her seat in the front of the class facing us. There were atleast fifteen people in the room excluding Tamiya and I.
"I'm going to leave you all to socialise while I work." And as if in cue, everyone turned to the person next to them and started talking. Some were familiar with the people they were talking to while others were talking to each other for the first time. However, they all looked comfortable with each other which made me feel like the sore thumb that stuck out but I swiftly made my way to Tamiya and was more than happy to find her alone.
" Hey, Tamiya." I said nervously. My voice came out shaky and breathy but I didn't care because I was finally here with her.
"Hello." She answered with a smile and turned her head to continue staring out the window. What was up with the politeness. The girl I knew would roll her eyes at my presence and tell me to fuck off before walking away and expecting me to follow. This was very uncharacteristic of her. She heard my name. Why doesn't she know who I am?
"Do you remember me?" I asked with that same nervous voice and I had the urge to rip off my jaw. Tamiya loves fearless. Confident. That's her type. Her head shifted as her eyes landed on mine.
"Of course. How could I forget you, Skipper?"
I almost cried and the sound of my nickname coming from her mouth. She made it sound beautiful in her new elegant voice. I almost closed my eyes to internalise the sound of her melodic voice. It was a bit deep for a girl but still distinctly feminine.
Then she stood up and left the room leaving me in utter confusion. When you meet your long lost childhood best friend you don't stand up and walk out the room. A part of me couldn't help staring at her as she left. She had grown up. She was taller than I remember. Smaller. Curvier. More elegant. She was always dark skinned but somehow, it seemed as if her skin was glowing deliciously. My mind went back to her face. Those lips, her eyes. Basically everything about her was perfect to me.
And naturally, my head went to thought of how she feels. How her skin would feel under my touch. How her lips would taste. Both pairs of lips. The sound of her moaning under me. The sound of her moaning and screaming my name. She looked like she would fight in bed but her had no problem forcing her into submission. Fucking her raw.
I was hard and I was pissed that I couldn't just stand up, run after her, slam her into a wall and fuck her to the point that she fainted in my arms.
That's when I felt eyes on me and turned to meet Mrs. Denvers gaze and I didn't care that she was watching while I climbed in Tamiya's chair and shamelessly let my libido take over my brain. I was sure I couldn't stand after this.
During the whole "therapy" session, all Mrs. Denvers did was watch the students in the room and all I did was mind my business and think about....things.
By the time I made it too the room I was assigned too i wasn't in the mood to see the bitch from before. I honestly had forgotten her name. She was under my covers making herself at home in my bed.
"The fuck are you doing here?" I asked her clearly annoyed at her presence. Apparently, I had a roommate but I hadn't met them yet. Maybe she was here for them and got the wrong bed
"Everyone has a reason for being here.....and I know yours."
Fuck.
She stood up letting the covers fall. And all resistance I had fell with it.
I snapped