Chapter 2
Kit swung his backpack over his shoulder as he walked out of the boy's locker room. He glanced at his watch while starting up the stairs, '5:50. Shit, track practice ran over again.' Upon reaching the top step he stopped momentarily, looking around - then spotted her. 'Great she's still here.'
A beautiful young bearess, who at 16 could have easily been mistaken for 21 or 22. Her wavy hair, that fell a bit below her shoulders, was just a shade darker than Kit's. And to Kit, her most amazing feature, her striking emerald eyes.
Kit jogged up to her and kissed her on the lips. "Sorry I'm late, Kiarra."
"It's okay. I don't have to be home for another half-hour."
"Great." Kit smiled at her as he took her books with one hand and put his other arm around her waist.
They walked in companionable silence for awhile in the warm Cape Suzette afternoon. Finally Kit broke the silence.
"Do you wanna do something this weekend?"
"Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know. I was thinking maybe we could go see a movie or go dancing or something."
"We could do that." Kiarra said, scrunching up her nose slightly. "But I was thinking of something a little bit more fun."
"More fun?"
"Yes, more fun, silly. Todd Erikson is having a party this weekend. I was thinking maybe we could go."
This caught Kit off guard somewhat. Todd Erikson was a senior. The quarterback for the football team at that. He was just a lowly sophomore. But what could it hurt? He was already out of his league, going out with a beautiful older girl. And hey, he did love parties.
"Why not? It sounds like fun."
By the time this had been decided they had reached the front door of Kiarra's townhouse. Kit gave her her books back.
"So. I guess I'll see you tomorrow at school then."
Kiarra nodded. "Yep, I guess you will."
With that Kiarra leaned over and kissed him. As their kiss deepened he felt her tongue enter his mouth. Shockwaves coursed through his body when their tongues met. He couldn't even believe the feelings that this girl was able to give him.
Completely forgetting that they were standing in the middle of a public sidewalk, Kit's hand gently went from her waist, moving just inside her shirt.
They broke apart suddenly when a noise was heard from inside the home.
Kit looked over and saw two giggling children standing by the window, which caused him blush a shade of crimson.
But Kiarra, who seemed unphased, just yelled at them to leave her alone.
"Well, I think I should really be going this time." Kit smiled, somewhat sheepishly, as he turned to go.
"See you later, Kit."
"Bye, Kiarra."
Despite the somewhat embarrassing incident, Kit was walking on air the rest of the way back to H4H. He just couldn't believe his luck at finding her. She was just so perfect.
But then a guilty feeling began to wash over him. 'If she is so perfect, then why won't I take her home to meet Baloo and Ms. Cunningham? Am I ashamed of her?'
Even though she was absolutely wonderful in Kit's eyes, other people often didn't think so. They assumed that just because she wore her make-up a little darker than the rest of the girls and her clothes a little tighter that she must be 'easy'. 'Well, that just wasn't true. A little forward maybe.but never a slut.'
But it wasn't for any of those reasons that Kit fell for her in the first place. There was just something about her that just seemed so - familiar. She wasn't like any of the other girls at school. She didn't have perfect hair or expensive clothes. She didn't come from a rich family or have proper manners all of the time. Which probably explains why she kneed Ernie the other week when he was hitting on her.
She had an edge. It reminded him of the girls he had grown up with. They had to be tough in order to survive, just like him. He admired her, just as he did those girls he knew from the orphanage or from the group homes that he stayed at, and even the few he had known from when he lived on the streets. It's been very obvious that she'd lived a hard life. She understood him. And he was one of the few that understood her.
Kit was still mulling all of this over when he walked in the door at H4H.
"Hey, Lil' Britches. I was just makin' a sandwich. Do ya want one?"
"No thanks, Papa Bear. I'm not really hungry right now."
"Not hungry?" 'Gotta be something wrong with that kid, he never eats.' Baloo thought as he finished putting the condiments on his foot-tall ham and cheese sandwich.
"I got the tickets to that air show you've been wantn' to see so bad in New Fedora today."
"You did!?! That's great. I've been wanting to see that forever!" Kit exclaimed excitedly, throwing his books down before he ran into the kitchen, completely forgetting about the days earlier events.
"Yeah, and I thought.Kit, are you okay?" Baloo said, dropping his sandwhich and rushing over to where the boy stood.
"I'm fine Papa Bear. Why do you ask?" Kit answered, struggling to get away from the larger bear's strong grasp.
Baloo started wiping Kit's face. "Your face is all red. Must be some sort of rash. Maybe I should take you to the doctor or somethin'."
"Baloo, I'm fine. Please, just let me go. I'm fine!" Finally managing to break free, he ran up the stairs into the bathroom slamming the door behind him.
'Whoa, guess things got a little wilder than I remember.' Kit thought as he began washing the lipstick off of his face. 'But he's usually not this neurotic about things. I really hope he's not starting that."
Just then Baloo yelled from downstairs. "Are you sure you're okay up there?"
Kit couldn't help rolling his eyes and just kept washing.
Kit swung his backpack over his shoulder as he walked out of the boy's locker room. He glanced at his watch while starting up the stairs, '5:50. Shit, track practice ran over again.' Upon reaching the top step he stopped momentarily, looking around - then spotted her. 'Great she's still here.'
A beautiful young bearess, who at 16 could have easily been mistaken for 21 or 22. Her wavy hair, that fell a bit below her shoulders, was just a shade darker than Kit's. And to Kit, her most amazing feature, her striking emerald eyes.
Kit jogged up to her and kissed her on the lips. "Sorry I'm late, Kiarra."
"It's okay. I don't have to be home for another half-hour."
"Great." Kit smiled at her as he took her books with one hand and put his other arm around her waist.
They walked in companionable silence for awhile in the warm Cape Suzette afternoon. Finally Kit broke the silence.
"Do you wanna do something this weekend?"
"Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know. I was thinking maybe we could go see a movie or go dancing or something."
"We could do that." Kiarra said, scrunching up her nose slightly. "But I was thinking of something a little bit more fun."
"More fun?"
"Yes, more fun, silly. Todd Erikson is having a party this weekend. I was thinking maybe we could go."
This caught Kit off guard somewhat. Todd Erikson was a senior. The quarterback for the football team at that. He was just a lowly sophomore. But what could it hurt? He was already out of his league, going out with a beautiful older girl. And hey, he did love parties.
"Why not? It sounds like fun."
By the time this had been decided they had reached the front door of Kiarra's townhouse. Kit gave her her books back.
"So. I guess I'll see you tomorrow at school then."
Kiarra nodded. "Yep, I guess you will."
With that Kiarra leaned over and kissed him. As their kiss deepened he felt her tongue enter his mouth. Shockwaves coursed through his body when their tongues met. He couldn't even believe the feelings that this girl was able to give him.
Completely forgetting that they were standing in the middle of a public sidewalk, Kit's hand gently went from her waist, moving just inside her shirt.
They broke apart suddenly when a noise was heard from inside the home.
Kit looked over and saw two giggling children standing by the window, which caused him blush a shade of crimson.
But Kiarra, who seemed unphased, just yelled at them to leave her alone.
"Well, I think I should really be going this time." Kit smiled, somewhat sheepishly, as he turned to go.
"See you later, Kit."
"Bye, Kiarra."
Despite the somewhat embarrassing incident, Kit was walking on air the rest of the way back to H4H. He just couldn't believe his luck at finding her. She was just so perfect.
But then a guilty feeling began to wash over him. 'If she is so perfect, then why won't I take her home to meet Baloo and Ms. Cunningham? Am I ashamed of her?'
Even though she was absolutely wonderful in Kit's eyes, other people often didn't think so. They assumed that just because she wore her make-up a little darker than the rest of the girls and her clothes a little tighter that she must be 'easy'. 'Well, that just wasn't true. A little forward maybe.but never a slut.'
But it wasn't for any of those reasons that Kit fell for her in the first place. There was just something about her that just seemed so - familiar. She wasn't like any of the other girls at school. She didn't have perfect hair or expensive clothes. She didn't come from a rich family or have proper manners all of the time. Which probably explains why she kneed Ernie the other week when he was hitting on her.
She had an edge. It reminded him of the girls he had grown up with. They had to be tough in order to survive, just like him. He admired her, just as he did those girls he knew from the orphanage or from the group homes that he stayed at, and even the few he had known from when he lived on the streets. It's been very obvious that she'd lived a hard life. She understood him. And he was one of the few that understood her.
Kit was still mulling all of this over when he walked in the door at H4H.
"Hey, Lil' Britches. I was just makin' a sandwich. Do ya want one?"
"No thanks, Papa Bear. I'm not really hungry right now."
"Not hungry?" 'Gotta be something wrong with that kid, he never eats.' Baloo thought as he finished putting the condiments on his foot-tall ham and cheese sandwich.
"I got the tickets to that air show you've been wantn' to see so bad in New Fedora today."
"You did!?! That's great. I've been wanting to see that forever!" Kit exclaimed excitedly, throwing his books down before he ran into the kitchen, completely forgetting about the days earlier events.
"Yeah, and I thought.Kit, are you okay?" Baloo said, dropping his sandwhich and rushing over to where the boy stood.
"I'm fine Papa Bear. Why do you ask?" Kit answered, struggling to get away from the larger bear's strong grasp.
Baloo started wiping Kit's face. "Your face is all red. Must be some sort of rash. Maybe I should take you to the doctor or somethin'."
"Baloo, I'm fine. Please, just let me go. I'm fine!" Finally managing to break free, he ran up the stairs into the bathroom slamming the door behind him.
'Whoa, guess things got a little wilder than I remember.' Kit thought as he began washing the lipstick off of his face. 'But he's usually not this neurotic about things. I really hope he's not starting that."
Just then Baloo yelled from downstairs. "Are you sure you're okay up there?"
Kit couldn't help rolling his eyes and just kept washing.