Nothing beats your first day at a new school. There is nothing worst than awkwardly standing in front of a bunch of random strangers being questioned about who you are and why you moved or what do you like, it is not like we were born shakespeare's and can throw out our life stories out in front of everyone. There is however one worst thing than being the new kid and that is being late. I am late for my first day of school which has assembly first thing in the morning on the first day of, back to school unfortunately for me who clumsily and embarrassingly stumbled in is faced with an entire assembly gawking at me. I am not a man who likes to be stared at. That is a lie, personally I love females staring at me. Wait, let me rephrase that so I do not sound sexist or like I live to sexualize because it is nothing like that. I love it when a women I am intimate with gawks at me, when she stares at me like I am the only man in the world. That soul deep stare that makes you forget all your insecurities and makes you feel fulfilled as if you conquered the world just because she looks at you. I do not like females staring at me, and not just anyone whom I am intimate with, but I only like it when Kayla stares at me. Faidon, do not think of Kayla now. I however hate it when I am being stares at as if I am lost or dumb or new. I really hate it when people look at me in any negative way, I am to some degree shy. This is nerve wrecking, everyone looking at me, thinking I am vulnerable causing my anxiety to rise and stomach to churn. Then one really good looking women whispers in my ear to climb the stairs. I do wonder why, but I choose to follow the instructions. I walk up the back stairwell, where someone tumbles onto me,
"Ow! It's fucking hot!"
"Shit, shit, shit , shit I am so, so, so sorry. uhm, here is a tissue, remove your blazer quickly before it burns you. Dude, faster. "
I removed my blazer jest before the tea, the hot, steaming tea, has time to burn me however it does scald me. I also took the tissue and wiped the tea off my arm and hands.
"Why'd you fall?" Who falls, tumbles and spills tea on someone while ascending stair? Plus, this is my first day. Great.
"I trip sometimes climbing up the stairs, it is why I use the back stairs because no one uses them and in the case someone does and I trip onto them like this, it won't cause a disruption to the assembly."
The first thought that ran through my mind was who the fuck trips climbing up stairs, is that even possible. Then I looked at her. I looked at her and she seemed embarrassed, so why embarrass her further.
"It is fine, happens to the best of us."
"I haven't seen you around, are you new?"
"yes"
"Adila, and you are?"
"I'm Faidon."
"You know I know it's weird tripping while ascending stairs but whose named Faidon?" she ushered in a mocking tone.
I want to be extremely rude, what does she mean who is called Faidon? I am, and while it is rare it can't be that bad can it? I mean who's named Adila?
"Shit, sorry I didn't mean for that to come out as rude or in a mocking tone, it's just a unique name that I haven't heard, like ever. I apologize again. I am going to make my way up the stairs and pretend I did not embarrass myself, I will see you whenever I see you, Faidon."
I followed her up the stairs, with a safe following distance obviously. She made her way to the front and sat down, while I remained at the back and took a seat. The assembly was already in full swing by the time I took a seat. Assemblies are all the same, so I tune out, even when exiting, I am oblivious to my surrounding, until that good looking teacher tells me to follow her. Maybe I'll get lucky, who knows? I definitely do not get lucky; instead I am standing in front of a classroom waiting to be introduced. Luckily the introduction was not long nor was I required to say what I like and where I am from, just my name. I got seated at the back, and this is English. Please note dear reader that I am not a Shakespeare, I am no romanticist with words, I am good with other things, just not this. Teacher blabbers on and on, and all I can think is I need a cigarette and fast. Suddenly the teacher is quiet and everyone is waiting for a response from this crazy looking brunette. Now female readers do not think of me as a man that is misogynistic because I am not. Nor am I a rapist as I know what self-restraint is, ongoing consent and withdrawal of consent but as a man, a hormonal teenage man, a lot of the times, all I notice at first glance is a women's ass, breast, voice, perfume, how easily she throws herself at me and her face. Now from the little that I can see, she looks pretty, and has nice hair. This is also why I believe Alana was always so insecure because this is all men look at, she felt ugly, not just ugly but hideous, because no one noticed her personality, they compared her because she did not have big breast, or any ass. No one liked her face, before or after her acne. Mic and I beat up any guy that led her on only to hurt her but I am a hypocrite because I do the same to other females. I wish I didn't, and I know if I meet a girl no a women who was more than beauty who was more than ugliness, she was simply simple and intelligent I would be her slave. For now though this beauty is whom I would love to talk to. The bell rang and flew to her.
" Hey."
She turned to me and giggled before her eyes expanded, also she smells amazing.
"Hi, how are you."
"I am good, how are you? I need help finding my way around, do not know where my next class is, mind helping me?"
She only giggles before she nods.
Easy as pie. Now all I have to do is flatter her because she has clearly fallen for my charm.
"Do you have a time table."
"No"
"okay, we will go to Mrs Elsy, follow me."
I will follow you to the ends of the earth if you pout like that one more time.
" Thank you for helping me. I would be lost if you did not help me." I despairingly acted.
She just smiled and walked out with me following her.
She led me down a corridor took a turn I do not remember because I am casually focusing on her legs. She initiates conversation, asks me where I am from and why I moved.
"I moved because I missed my father. When I moved in with him it was the best you know. Is your favourite parent your dad?"
"I do not have a favourite parent." She said laughingly.
Meaning she is a daddy's girl. A spoilt girl, who is used to getting the world handed to her. A brat, with no substance, the way she walks, her bag, the haughty neck and confidence. She is another rich girl who cheats on exams. She probably went through half the guys in this grade and the grade below us.
"This is Mrs Elsy's class, I need to get to my next class."
"Thank you. I owe you, how can I make it up to you?"
She blushed
"You do not have to make it up to me. I was just being nice."
Nice = you like me.
" Wanna be nice again, and show me around town, maybe your favourite mall, and coffee shop,? My name is Faidon. "
She blushed again. Easy like pie.
"Viv, how about we find each other when we have break and discuss the details." I casually said
She blushed and nodded before walking off. Then I saw Mrs Elsy, its that good looking teacher I would not mind getting lucky with.
"You need your time table, and text books. I have a meeting with another parent right now, but here is your time table, you can wait in the library for this period and when I'm done I'll issue you your text books. The library is three doors down, take a left."
She waved me off and I was in the library, so grateful I got a period of. I open the library door only to feel I hit the door against something.
"Ow!"
"Shit I am so sorry I did not… you." I say surprised by the familiar face. I enter the library and was about to apologize when I decided against it. The girl from the stairwell really is leaving an impression on me.
"Yes me, what are you doing here?"
"I am getting my textbooks. What are you doing in here?"
"I am bunking class."
I laughed, I actually laughed and felt it down to the pit of my stomach.
"Why are you laughing?" she asked whilst her eyes widened. The biggest cutest eyes I've seen. It is like a cat's eyes. Puppy eyes.
"Who bunks a class to come to the library?"
"I do!" she casually said while shrugging her shoulders.
"Why are you bunking?"
"I do not like going to history class. Love the subject, the teacher but hate the kids I am in a class with. Are you really here for you text books or are you just bunking on your first day because you think you are above education?"
Is she always this blunt.
"NO, I was sent in here by Mrs Elsy. And who are you to assume that I think I am above education." I defended
"I am no one, I just know your type." She shrugged while putting the book in her hand back on the shelf.
"I am sorry but my type? You think you know me, and you think you can just categorize me, Aday."
"Fay, you scoundrel! And yes your type." Her voice was raising and her attention was being diverted to me.
"your type Mr Fay is the one's that prey on girls, women, objectify them. you make your move, go for the easiest, you prey on them, to feed your horny lonely unlovable ass. Your symmetrical face, pink lips and dark brown eyes with your dirty blonde hair attracts every female, as you are beauty and every teen girl's definition of sexy, hence they all throw themselves at you, and you let them. Not only because you like the distraction and attraction but because you need it. You are avoiding your home situation, where you are either not good enough of neglected, so vulnerable females fall to your feet which mean you are loved. Hence you are a type. A type that is lonely, with no love, no morals and a lot of baggage." She stated in one breath.
I am fuming at this point. "What makes you think your analysis is correct?"
"The way you act, you are new to this school and did not even wait a day to single out your prey. You are definitely able to delude everyone into believing what you portray, hell even I believe it. I am certain I am right because I saw you make a move on the easiest girl plus she was the first girl you saw. she just happens to be in desperate need to always have attention. Daddy's money leaves her lonely and fucked up like you. You look like the type. You are the type."
I thought for a second before facing her. Either she is a really good guess, a psychic, she's good at reading people or I really am transparent.
"let me guess you are the degenerate, the one everyone makes fun of, whether it be because of your colour or features you envy the girls I prey on because you know that I will never notice a girl like you. Also you should not stalk someone you cannot have."
I felt proud after saying that. I tried to be as cool and calm as she was but I do not think it came out at all like that. She is looking at me with the most curious eyes. It is a look I've learnt to be accustomed to but she makes it look almost adorable.
She then smiled and said, " Just like Sherlock said, we all see the same things but only a few observe. I am judging you, because you are choosing to be a buffoon. I also do not envy the girls you prey on nor developing boys such as yourself. I will never have you because I will simply never want you. You are so pleasing to the eyes, you are sexy and hot. Unfortunately your soul is rotten and battered down, how could I ever want that?"
" I know your type too and you can lie to yourself, to your friends, hell, to the entire world even but you are attracted to me and want every part of this dirty soul. Secondly I am no developing boy, you on the other hand are a naïve girl whose stuck in romances with no love interest, and no one to ever make you feel as desired as I make my prey feel."
She looked at me smiled, nodded, sat down and opened the book. She did not retort, she looked angry but I couldn't tell. I took a seat across her, just to anger her more. Hopefully I can get her enraged and turn that to work I my favour. Observant people are always beneficial but she will be more than beneficial for me, she can be my pawn. I can test her and see how she reacts to the things I do. I need her to react. I need to get inside her head and plant a seed. She is the perfect prey to play and test psychological games on. She won't be able to tell the difference between a mind fuck and a book romance.
"Look I am sorry, you are really beautiful Adila. I also can sense that you do not like people invading your quiet time so I do apologize." I calmly said.
Still no bloody reaction out of her. What would it take. "Ahhhhhhh" I laughed in my own head. I know just how to get her to start blabbering.
"So are you Indian or Hindu." Then in a really bad Indian accent I mocked, "Hello, special price for you."
She darted her eyes up, her enormous eyes. They are really round. I haven't seen anything like it.
She nodded her head, rolled her eyes and continued reading. Also she cannot do a proper roll. It is adorable. Either her pupils are too big for her eyes or she really doesn't know how to roll because she barely does it but for what ever reason she cannot do a proper eye roll it is adorable. I am doing a fake awwww in my mind. what will get her to crack. I need some entertainment, I need a friend that will not influence me in any way. Think Faidon, think. What will make an Indian girl tick. Think. Let us analyze the situation.
A) You were rude to her
B) You told her she was not beautiful enough to get a guy who looked hot because she is inferior.
C) You mocked her culture, and the way indian migrants speak
D) I called her naïve.
E) I really did call her ugly.
F) I told her she will never be loved or sexualized.
Shit I smell like fucking tea.
Tea she spilled her tea on me.
"Adila you owe me an apology and some perfume. I smell like your tea."
I thought she would not react but once again I was wrong, she let out a laugh, a stomach deep laugh one that made you feel happy, I was not a pretty lady like laugh, or a stupid giggle, it was a laugh, a genuine laugh.
"I forgot about that. Shit, plus I don't have any tea left and I really wanted some chai to keep me warm. Shit. You want some coffee?"
What just happened? Did I zone out? Did I not insult her, was she not just ignoring me and now she is offering me coffee? Does any of this seem logical?
"Stop looking so befuddled, and let's go."
She put the damn book down and opened the library door. She bowed and shook her head for me to follow her. Do I follow her? I do want coffee, it isn't even 9 yet, but she is then again crazy. At least she is talking to me, that is a start.
I follow her, and we take multiple turns, climb up a flight of stairs only to end up in a vacant classroom. she puts the kettle on boil. She takes out two mugs, from I do not know where. She adds in coffee and sugar into both mugs. she adds the boiled water, milk into one mug. She drinks black coffee? She is drinking black coffee. She hands me my coffee and tells me to take a seat anywhere. So I sit. I still do not know what is happening, I do not know what caused the sudden change, I am just causally sipping my coffee. She is casually sipping hers. She is casually looking at me. I am casually trying to look away, not like any of this is awkward.
"I did not mean to categorize you or be rude, the last few days have just been, shitty. What's your music genre?"
"I listen across the range." I am also in shock to her sudden apology. Did I seriously miss something?
"Jhootha"
"what did you say?"
"I called you a liar."
"Why are you calling me a liar?" what did I lie about? I am beginning to think she is mad.
"You do not listen across the range."
"How do you know that I do not."
"People like you have a restricted definition of across the range. You will say that but only listen to pop, RnB, Hip hop, Trap, Rap or techno. You do not listen to alternative, soul, country, classical, acoustics, or music of different languages and cultures hence you are a liar."
"Want to listen." I sincerely offered, wanting to prove her wrong, plus she left a genre out, a very important genre.
"NO!"
She flatly declined. She did not even think about it. she said no, what am I infectious? I am being nice here. I nodded and we sipped our coffee in silence.
"ill listen, but you cannot play it out loud."
"I have ear phones."
"Okay."
She walked over to me. Why did she change her mind?
"Why do you not have pods?"
"I am clumsy." is my immediate response.
She shook her head and sat next to me. I handed her one ear set. She smiled at me. She has a really wide smile. I choose the worst genre for her. I choose Children of Bodom . I mean if she hasn't heard of metal she is about to be blown away, I will not however choose anything extreme. She is listening to six pounder and still no reaction. She looks up at me, finally. She smiles and mouths next. Next. Is she not fazed of intrigued as to what this genre is. So I play another genre, Taylor Swift. She laughs and mouths next. I play Post Malone, she says next, Asap Rocky, "Next". Wham, "Next". Vilvalde, "Next". Iron Maiden, "Next". Flo Rida, "Next". Diplo, "Next". Justin freaking Bieber, "Next". Usher, "Next." Neo, "Next."
"Is there a song we are going to finish listening to before you say next?"
"I am waiting to hear a song that is not English. You proved you listen across the range but what about songs of different languages, I did not hear Enrique Iglesias, Shakira, or the song O Solo Mio, I mean what about French of Italian?"
She has got to be kidding me?
"I did not think of that."
She nodded took the ear piece out, took mines and her mug to the kettle, placed it there, scribbled something on a paper.
"Let's go, the bell is about to ring."
I followed her, still trying to figure out how to get inside her head.
We reached the library again and before we entered she turned to me and said,
"For the coffee it will be 70 bucks. No I am sorry special price for you 69.99."
I laughed, I laughed, I freely laugh. I cannot believe that I am laughing. Laughter, honest laughter in my throat. She looked at me and smiled, "if you find that funny, no more coffee for you." she said in a plausible Indian accent.
She went back into the library when I heard the sweet voice of Mrs Elsy.
I did not make any conversation with Adila after that, we are in quite a few classes, she is also extremely intelligent, she could easily out smart a teacher, and lead a class. On the other hand I had Viv to keep me company the entire day. We are going out tonight to one of the local pub's. I will meet her bestie for life there. Funny that term, considering her bestie will throw herself at me and bang me, only for me to be at fault, but you know it is Besties' for life.
That evening around seven I met up with Viv, and her friend Mel. I met a few guys too. I played one round of pool. Downed a bottle . Viv and I could not keep our hands off each other. While Viv was doing I do not know what, Mel and I started flirting. I went to the bathroom, Mel followed me in, and I got lucky. At 10 Mel was gone. Viv was all over me, I wanted to play pool again so badly but Viv's oxytocin sky rocketed significantly, so we did it in my dad's car. I dropped her home. There is no doubt in my mind that Viv is a rich spoilt daddy's girl after seeing her home. I went home. I lit a cigarette, almost out, have one left. I sat in bed and thought back to my first day, not the girl's despite taking a likening to Viv and knowing Mel is going to be nothing but trouble in the future. I feel terrible for going out on my first night of school and sleeping with best friends, I also cannot help but wonder if Viv knows that Mel actively seduces her men. The boys I met today were okay, I just hope no trouble comes from them,none of them swear at me or do anything that will provoke a reaction to her me into trouble. I also think back to playing pool. I do not linger too much on any of those things but appreciate the semi-decent day I have had but one person sticks out from my day. I think back to Adila, how am I going to get inside of her head and how did she get inside of my head. How can I mind fuck her, how is she going to mind fuck me? She will be an asset,she is an asset, but how do I maintain this asset? I am a time ticking bomb and the last thing I want to do is scare of someone with value, intellect and beauty. I still do not know though if I will get attached to her. I hope I do not yet here I am laying on my bed thinking about her and not Kayla.