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Chapter 4
When Sports and Fitness came, Kel was pleased that Neal led her towards a massive, brick building instead of the small classroom of yesterday.
"And this," Neal announced, flinging the door open dramatically and nearly knocking Roald over, who had just walked in and shut the door, "is our Hall- to put it in other terms, our Gym and Centre of Sport."
"Cool," Kel eyed the shiny basketball court with avid interest, noting that there was a stage at the front and male and female change-room doors directly opposite each other.
The class was assembling to sit on the stage- Mrs Conte, or Alanna- was already standing there, but Coach Wyldon wasn't. Kel tried not to feel too relieved, and vaulted up onto the stage to sit next to Neal.
"Good," Alanna surveyed the crowd of students with satisfaction. "Everyone's here... Ah. Everyone except Dom."
"And Coach," Faleron called out, grinning mischeviously.
Alanna returned his wide grin with a wink. "And Coach," she agreed, smiling at them all. "Coach won't be here for the first ten or twenty minutes; he has students to deal with."
"What are we playing today, miss?" asked an unfamiliar boy who Kel didn't remember seeing yesterday.
Alanna didn't seem to mind that he had called out. "Basketball, Wolset," she replied enthusiastically. "First we'll be doing a warm-up, then we'll be playing several games."
Kel grinned happily. She loved basketball- it was one of the many sports that she played outside of school, and was good at.
"But first, change time," Alanna told them.
The boys all slid off the stage, grabbing their bags and heading towards the male change room. Neal dithered next to Kel.
"Girls' change rooms are over there," he informed her, pointing towards the door that she had noticed before. "Don't take too long, or else Wyldon will kill you when he gets back."
And on that encouraging note, he headed towards the male change rooms.
Kel laughed at his retreating back, then slid off the stage and jogged towards the girls' change rooms. She would be willing to bet on the fact that she would be out of the change rooms before a lot of the boys.
As she opened the door to get into the room, Wyldon came inside followed closely by a smirking Dom.
"And Masbolle, if I catch you at it again," Wyldon was saying sternly, "You'll be put on afternoon detention for the entire week. Am I clear?"
"Yes sir," Dom saluted Wyldon mockingly, catching sight of Kel and grinning even more widely.
Kel slid inside the door quickly, wanting to avoid Dom's attentions and Wyldon's 'girl' comments.
Once inside, she grabbed her clothes out of her bag and stripped off swiftly, sliding on her black shorts and picking up her shirt.
She froze with utter horror.
It was her black smiley-face shirt.
The smiley-face wasn't what was wrong with it- it was the fact that the shirt in question wasn't actually a shirt, it was a tight fitting, fairly low-cut, thin-strap singlet and the smiley-face just happened to have its tongue out.
A fifteenth birthday present from Oranie.
Kel had never worn it before and she had honestly never planned to. It was too tight, too suggestive.
But now she had accidentally brought it to a Sports and Fitness class to wear.
Crap.
Make that double, she thought grimly. A class full of guys. An anti-girl sports coach.
Plush, Dom was in this class. This definitely wouldn't make him back off.
Glancing at her t-shirt that she had worn for the rest of the day, she knew that she couldn't wear it for Sports and Fitness- one, because it was one of her only good, un daggy, un sweated in t-shirts and her mother wouldn't be best pleased if she wore it for sport, and two because it would ride up if she jumped or lifted her arms up.
This only left one option.
Kel, reluctantly but with speed, slid the singlet over her head, thankful that she had worn a yellow under singlet as well, and pulled her black hoodie on over the top.
Then she shoved all her other clothes into her back and exited the change rooms.
Only about a quarter of the boys were sitting on the steps, but that didn't stop Joren from making a snide comment.
"Good to see that you haven't bothered to fix your hair or your make-up, Mindelan," he snarled, earning a glare from Cleon- who Kel hadn't even realised was in this class.
"Shut up, Stone. Just because you're such a pretty boy." Cleon snapped right back.
Kel sat down awkwardly, feeling embarrassed. It wasn't because someone had stood up for her- it was because she felt guilty that she hadn't even noticed that Cleon was in the class, and he seemed to be bent on scaring away her taunters already. Plus, her three or four inch above knee level shorts felt even shorter with everyone else's shorts hanging to their shins.
Neal came out of the change rooms, hair sticking up wildly. His jaw dropped slightly as he noticed that Kel was already sitting down. "What! You beat me!" he exclaimed. Kel couldn't help snickering- his faded blue shirt had a massive tear on the side seam, and he didn't seem to have even noticed.
"Nice shirt, Neal," she commented, grinning wryly- only then remembering that her own shirt didn't even cover her shoulders. Her face fell slightly- but she was definitely glad that she had brought a hoodie.
"What's wrong with-" Neal stopped mid-sentence as he noticed the tear. "Ah. Dammit! My favourite shirt!"
Roald and Faleron, who both came out of the change rooms just as he said that, smirked. "Must be your only shirt," Faleron walked over to jump onto the stage next to Kel. "I've never seen you wear a different one."
At this, Neal stuck his long nose up into the air. "I'm insulted." He stalked towards the stage, still with his nose high-up, only to crash into Wyldon, who was walking across to the male room to yell at the slow boys.
"Queenscove," Wyldon growled. "Quit being a fool and watch where you're going."
Kel tried not to giggle too hard.
Neal's face was comically horrified. "O-of course," he stammered.
Finally, once everyone was assembled on the stage, Alanna and Wyldon instructed them to stretch, jog three laps of the basketball court, then to line up at the far end to play Master.
After stretching, Kel jogged around the court easily, not bothering to try and overtake the panting Joren, who seemed to be enjoying being ahead of her.
Let him have his fun, she thought calmly. It wasn't like she was even trying properly.
She finished third- only behind Faleron, whose hyperness seemed to help him while running, and Joren.
Faleron lined up first, Joren second, Kel third, Neal fourth.
Wyldon and Alanna stood on the sideline, watching the others jog.
"YES!" Faleron practically yelled- most people turned to stare at him. He was grinning wildly. "I GET TO BE THE FIRST MASTER!"
The class and Alanna burst into laughter at his ridiculous excitement.
"King!" Wyldon called. "Get on with the game!"
Realising that Faleron's last name must be King, Kel watched as Joren picked up a basketball, spinning it on one finger lazily.
Faleron rolled his dark eyes. "Hurry up, pretty boy. We haven't got all afternoon to watch you being fancy."
Joren smirked at him, and shot the ball easily. Unfortunately for him, it hit the ring, spun around several times and then fell back out.
Faleron ran to catch it- it bounced once, and he caught it lithely.
Kel, watching his movements, decided that he must either play basketball or he must have used to play it.
He shot effortlessly, and the ball went in- the net swished.
Joren scowled and slouched off to the end of the line- which was now very long, as everyone else had finished jogging.
Kel caught the ball as Faleron passed it to her, measuring up the hoop with her eyes.
Everyone was silent, everyone wanted to see whether The Girl could actually shoot a ball or not.
Kel shot the ball, her face determined. She badly wanted to prove that she had the right to be here, and scoring would only help- or so she thought.
Thankfully, the ball swished in and Kel allowed herself a small grin of relief. Faleron sighed dramatically and paced back to the end of the line.
Catching the ball, Kel tossed it to Neal, realising with horror that Dom was behind him.
Scorescorescorescorescore! She wished silently- it would be better to be beaten by Neal than by his arrogant cousin.
The ball Neal had just thrown hit the ring and bounced off.
Kel caught it after it had hit the floor once and shot it smoothly- although she didn't want to verse Dom, she didn't want people to think her first shot was a fluke- and the ball went in neatly, after hitting the backboard.
Dom was next. He lifted a corner of his mouth into a half smile or smirk at her, holding his hands out for the ball. Kel threw it at him, not bothering to make it a bounce pass. He had to step back to catch it.
He shot confidently, but the ball didn't go in. Kel caught it yet again and shot- scoring.
On the sidelines, Wyldon was scowling slightly and Alanna was looking highly gleeful.
Kel managed to stay in for four more turns until Roald scored the ball first go. Submitting willingly, Kel grinned at him and walked to the end of the line.
After playing Master, the class then did fifty push-ups, one hundred sit-ups and five of a basketball exercise called a 'suicide'- as Neal explained, to the people doing them, it would be preferable to commit suicide, apparently. Basically, it was a running exercise- you had to run from the baseline to the free throw line and back again, then to the halfway line and back to the baseline again, then to the far end free throw line, to the base line, then finally to the opposite baseline, back to the original baseline again. Four of these made Kel and the rest of the class sweaty and hot- but Kel more so, as she was wearing a fleecy hoodie.
"Kel," Neal panted after they had both finished. "Please, for the good of you and the rest of us, take off your jumper."
Kel tipped some water down her throat and shook her head. "Can't."
"Please," Neal pleaded, swiping some sweat off his face with his shirt.
Kel shook her head again, firmly. There was no way that she was wearing that singlet in front of the entire class.
Or maybe there was.
"Mindelan!" Wyldon yelled, his voice loud in the vast hall. "Take off your jumper!"
"I'm fine!" Kel called back boldly; she brushed the back of her hand across her forehead to wipe away the sweat.
Wyldon halted to stand in front of her, his eyebrows raised in an incredulous expression. "Fine? You're dripping sweat. Take off the jumper."
Kel shook her head determinedly.
"Mindelan!" Wyldon barked. "Take off the jumper NOW! That is an order! For your own good!"
By now, the whole class was watching with interest.
Kel gulped nervously. "Please, sir, I brought the wrong sh-"
"JUMPER OFF!" Wyldon thundered, in quite a comical manner. Neal smothered his snickers with a pretence of choking on water.
Glancing around desperately, Kel discovered that Alanna was absent, and lost her last hope of any help.
"Yes sir," she muttered miserably, her cheeks already heating up in sheer embarrassment.
Her blush elevated to full-on, bright red as she slid off her hoodie, revealing the form-fitting singlet.
A wolf whistle, of which Kel strongly suspected Dom, echoed around in the hall. Trying her best to ignore the staring class, Kel tossed her jumper onto the stage and stared at the ground, clenching her teeth firmly.
"She's hot," someone whispered a little too loudly.
If Kel's face could have gotten any redder, it would have. However, it was already beyond tomato.
To her intense relief and surprise, Wyldon calmly and without comment called the class back together, taking all the unwanted attention off Kel.
Gratitude filled her as he picked captains for the basketball teams- effectively taking the last few stares off Kel- but she couldn't help smirking with amusement as she saw that the two captains were in fact Neal and Dom.
Cousin rivalry, she thought wryly, managing to forget her shirt predicament for a moment. She was glad that Neal had been chosen as a captain- she was fairly sure that he would pick her for his team.
But today was obviously not Kel's lucky day.
Dom got to choose first. Scanning the crowd with an arrogant smirk, his eyes landed on Kel.
Kel noticed, and not caring what anyone thought, shook her head frantically.
"Kel," Dom blinked innocently as he said the name; Kel hung her head as she walked out to stand near Dom.
He flashed his perfect teeth into a glistening smile at her as Neal gave her a pitying look and chose Roald for his team.
"Wolset," Dom announced, still staring at Kel.
Kel furiously crossed her arms over her chest, quickly unfolding them as she realised that this action only made the top go lower.
Damndamndamndamndamn, she chanted in her head. This would definitely not go down as a good school day.
The choosing continued until the whole class was into a team. Kel flicked her eyes unobtrusively around at her teammates, who had huddled into a tight circle, excluding her. Noticing that Faleron was on her team- but all the others that she knew were on Neal's- Kel walked around the circle with the intention of standing next to Faleron.
Faleron registered her presence swiftly and stepped back, effectively breaking the circle. "Kel! Awesome, you're on my team!"
Kel smiled tightly at him, trying her best to hide her fury. "Yeah," was all she said.
Faleron, noticing at which teammate her dagger-gaze was aimed at, grinned mildly. "Relax," he bent his head to whisper in her ear. "Dom's not that bad. He's my friend. Once he gets out of his playboy persona, he's actually okay."
"Because he totally gets out of his playboy persona at all," Kel responded sarcastically.
Laughing, Faleron gestured for her to join the circle. "C'mon."
Kel reluctantly went to stand beside the brown haired boy whose name she was pretty certain was Wolset. He grinned at her mischeviously as she stood beside him, winking lightly.
"Hey. Don't think we've met. I'm Wolset."
He held out a thick hand for Kel to shake and she shook it readily, glad that someone seemed to be accepting her.
Dom, to Kel's surprise, looked brisk and efficient. "Guys!" he hissed, getting their attention swiftly. "Okay. Now- we know who we need to mark, right? Roald, and the tall guys especially- so Neal and Cleon definitely."
"Yeah, yeah," Wolset broke in. "You're not a sergeant or anything. This ain't a battle. We know what to do. Now can we get on with it?"
Kel grinned slightly with surprise, instantly taking a liking to the cheeky Wolset.
Dom rolled his eyes in response just as Alanna blew her whistle for them to get on the court.
The first game was uneventful- apart from that Kel's team, apart from Wolset and Faleron, refused to pass her the ball. She tried to get their attention unsuccessfully- everytime she was open, the boys would either pass the ball to someone who clearly wasn't open or do ridiculous hog runs.
Kel was incredibly glad that Alanna was in charge of the game. She blew her whistle sharply at the end of the first game- to which Neal's team won 40-28- and the class gathered around her curiously.
"We're going to swap the teams," Alanna announced, her face set angrily. "Dom, your team isn't passing to Kel, even when she's completely open. You guys know better than that. What is this about?"
"She's a girl," Joren drawled lazily. "Like we would pass it to her."
Alanna snapped.
"Stone, two-hundred push ups. Seaver, swap teams with Kel. Back on the court, now. And if this ever happens again, it'll be a Saturday detention."
Joren brushed past Kel roughly, bumping her shoulder hard as he headed towards Alanna to do his push ups.
"Get out, girl," he muttered furiously at her. "We never used to have this trouble before you came, you little slut."
Kel gritted her teeth but let it go. It simply wasn't worth the fight.
The second and final game was better in one way- the participation way. Kel actually got to touch the ball, and she scored several times, bringing her team to win.
It was worse, because Dom assigned himself to mark her all throughout the game.
She had already gotten twelve points for her team and there was about 5 minutes of the game left, when a foul on Neal was called, and Joren got two free shots.
Kel, standing at the middle line, waited impatiently for Joren to finish.
Dom sidled up in front of her, winking directly at her. "Hey, gorgeous."
Kel looked away with disgust.
"By the way," he murmured as he crouched in front of her, ready to spring at the ball. "You look sexy in that top."
"Shut the hell up, Masbolle," was all Kel allowed herself to say.
He grinned slightly, his cheeks dimpling. "And you're cute when you're angry."
"I'm not angry," Kel responded, making her tone calm. "I wouldn't waste my anger on someone like you."
Dom shifted lightly. "But you think I'm hot."
Struggling to remain impassive, Kel whispered: "Back off. You're going on a date with my sister tonight. And do I have to give the I-don't-like-guys-like-you speech again?"
Oblivious to anything going on in the game, Kel glared at Dom, who didn't notice that the ball was back in play.
He turned to grin at her. "No-" he started to say, but the basketball, thrown by Neal to Kel, 'accidentally' hit him square on the head.
Unfortunately for Kel, he had stepped back to avoid it and had crashed into her.
Kel stacked onto the wood floor, Dom on top of her.
"Owwww," Dom moaned, clutching his head.
"Get... off... me... NOW!" Kel gasped, her stomach and chest completely squished.
Despite his apparant pain, his response was as flirtatious as ever. "No thanks. I think I like it down here."
And then Kel realised something.
His head was right on her.... upper chest.
And her already low-cut top was pulled down even further.
"FLIP!" Kel almost squealed, humiliated and horrified, kicking her legs and lifting an arm to slap Dom in the face.
Her hand hit him squarely on the cheek; he groaned yet again, one leg connected with his backside, and Kel managed to get out from under him.
Neal was, predictably, clutching his stomach, laughing.
Faleron and Seaver were staring on in some kind of terrified fascination.
Wolset was sniggering loudly, pointing at the moaning Dom.
Alanna had one hand over her mouth, it sounded like she was coughing... suspiciously, and Wyldon was standing sternly, silently, with his arms folded.
"If you're quite done with the dramatics, Masbolle?" he demanded sarcastically. "Or would you like Mindelan to kiss it better?"
Kel went rigid at the complete unfairness of this comment. It wasn't her fault that Dom seemed to want her, she raged silently. It wasn't her fault that Dom had decided to stack onto her chest.
Dom slid into a sitting position and stopped moaning abruptly. "I would, actually. Kel?"
"In your dreams, Masbolle," she growled furiously, her face for once expressive of every single emotion.
Neal whimpered with real fear, staring at his new friend's livid face.
Kel made herself stay still and stiff, not daring to move for fear that she would punch either Dom or Wyldon, and neither one would end well.
Dom smiled slightly. "Oh, now I've got you angry. Anger is a passionate emotion, you know and-"
Not bothering to care anymore, Kel stalked off into the girls' change rooms, slamming the door shut behind her with small-minded fury.
She kicked her bag violently before sliding to the floor, holding back unexpected tears.
Why, oh why, did her first practical Sports and fitness have to go so badly wrong?
And why did a deluded playboy have to feel the urge to hit on her?
One that was taking her sister on a date tonight?
Walking out of the hall just as the bell rang, Kel was intensely grateful that everyone seemed to have disappeared. She didn't feel like talking to anyone, let alone the causes of her earlier anger.
As she rounded the corner, the sound of a faint scream hit her ears. She hesitated briefly, then ran swiftly in the direction which she thought it had come from.
Another scream echoed, and Kel zig-zagged into what she recognised as the Music quad, fairly sure that it was coming from somewhere close.
"Shut the hell up," she heard a voice growl menacingly. "Be a good girl, now."
Still running, Kel made her way around the back of a building.
She had found the screamer.
Sickened, she halted abruptly, taking in the scene before her.
Lalasa's back was pressed hard against a wall, her face was wet with shed tears. Her pale blue, v-neck top had been pulled down lower and books were scattered across the ground in front of her.
A tall, muscular boy stood in front of her, one tanned hand over her mouth and one resting on the wall.
It didn't take a genius to work out what was going on.
"Get away from her," Kel ordered evenly, the thought of running not even crossing her mind. The unknown guy may be muscular, but she had had over ten years of marshal arts training.
A smirk appeared on his face. "I don't think so. How about you head home and let us continue our fun?"
"It doesn't look like she's having fun," retorted Kel.
Lalasa's brown eyes were wide and another tear slid down her face. Sympathy filled Kel- she had never felt helpless because of her sports training, and she could only imagine what it would be like.
But perhaps Lalasa wasn't entirely helpless- Kel noted the thin red scratches on the boy's face and arms and silently congratulated Lalasa. Perhaps having long nails did have uses.
"Get away from her now, before I hurt you," Kel warned him, her tone dangerous.
The boy lifted his hand from Lalasa's mouth, his face incredulous. "You're threatening me?"
Lalasa shook her head violently at Kel, obviously worried for her safety. Kel smiled grimly back.
The boy, Kel still didn't know his name, stepped closer to Kel, his face menacing. "I've heard about you, slut. Joren tells a lot. And I'm in your Fitness class. I witnessed your little breakdown today."
Rolling her eyes, Kel flexed her fingers firmly. "I remember you. Vinson, isn't it? Seriously? I wouldn't risk a black eye, people might ask where you got it."
Vinson's only response was a faint lifting of the corner of his lips.
He attacked first. A clumsy, obvious punch headed for the face- Kel ducked it easily and was pleased that this guy hadn't had any training.
It would only make it easier.
A split second after she ducked, she aimed a heavy punch to his gut. It hit squarely and he doubled over, winded.
Raising an eyebrow, Kel stared at him. She didn't particually like hurting people on purpose, but this guy definitely deserved it.
"You think you're so great," he snarled.
His next punch was aimed for her teeth.
Kel dodged it easily and slammed her own fist into his face- right in the spot for a black eye.
"Done?" she demanded grimly, watching him groan.
"Fine," he growled furiously. "It's over for this time. I have a bus to catch. But I'll be back for more later, Lump."
Grimacing at the nickname, Kel waved jauntily as he stalked off.
She turned to Lalasa. "Are you alright?"
Lalasa nodded, her face even paler than usual. She sniffed slightly and wiped her face with her sleeve. "Yeah- Kel, you shouldn't have done that. I mean, thanks, but he's just going to come back, you heard him. I-"
Kel cut her off. "Listen, don't worry about me. I can take care of myself. But how long has this been going on?"
Lalasa shook her head quickly. "Not long- he's only done it once or twice before, but never as bad as that." Kel noticed her pulling down her sleeves and quickly grabbed her arm, causing Lalasa to wince.
"What has he done to you?" Kel whispered, horrified. All up Lalasa's arms were finger-shaped bruise marks. "We have to tell someone. Anyone."
"No- please no!" Lalasa cried. When Kel stared at her with complete shock, she hastened to explain. "No, they'll say I'm a slut and that I'm lying! Please don't!"
"Who will?" Kel's furious tone scared Lalasa, she shrunk back further against the wall. She softened her tone instantly. "Who will?"
Lalasa trembled, but she spoke. "My parents."
"Your parents will call you a slut?"Kel wasn't sure that she'd heard right. Whose parents would say that?
"My parents," Lalasa repeated softly, confirming Kel's worst suspicions. "Kel, when my bro- when someone else beat me up, they didn't care. They were angry at me."
"That's not right." Kel was shocked, horrified- her own parents had never so much as smacked her. And had Lalasa started to say her brother had beaten her up?
This disgusted Kel beyond anything. When her own brother, Conal, had held her over a six-story balcony- causing her fear of heights- her parents had nearly kicked him out. How could Lalasa's parents ignore something like that? Or worse, blame Lalasa for it?
"Please, Kel, just don't," Lalasa pleaded. "It'll make everything worse. Just... just this once. Vinson will stay away from me now that you beat him up. People will talk- they won't believe me, everyone likes Vinson. They'll believe whatever lies he makes up. Nothing will come of reporting it. Please..."
Kel debated furiously.
This wasn't right. Someone needed to be told.
Vinson couldn't just get away with that.
And Lalasa's brother shouldn't be able to beat her up without consequences.
But then again, if Lalasa's parents kicked her out for reporting Vinson, Lalasa would have nowhere to go and nothing.
It was only two or three years until Lalasa was 18, and then she could move out and get a job freely.
Kel had no idea whether she was making the right decision or not, but she nodded finally. "Look. If he comes near you again though, you have to come to me and tell me."
Lalasa nodded quickly, willing to agree to anything now that Kel had said that she wouldn't tell.
Kel seized the chance, sensing Lalasa's mood. "And I'll give you self defence classes."
Lalasa shook her head violently at this, her petrified expression returning. "I couldn't. No."
"You have to!" Kel insisted firmly. "Then you can fight back. You won't have to tell anyone. You'll be able to defend yourself."
Luckily, she caved easily. "Alright," Lalasa murmured in agreement.
"Saturday afternoon, my house," Kel told her.
At this, Lalasa perked a little. "No! That's the day of Faleron's party!"
Sighing slightly, Kel was inwardly glad that Lalasa seemed to have regained some animation. "Fine. Friday at five."
Lalasa nodded reluctantly.
The two girls were walking up the school driveway when a tall, gangly figure standing next to a Ford jogged over.
"Hey, guys," Faleron greeted them, his usual energy in place. "Why are you so la-"
He cut off as he noticed Lalasa's tearstained face.
"What happened?" he demanded instantly, reaching towards Lalasa instinctively.
To Kel's further horror, Lalasa flinched back as though Faleron, too, was going to hit her.
This has obviously happened before... lots before, Kel thought angrily, now wishing that she hadn't basically promised Lalasa that she would keep it a secret.
"Sorry," Lalasa apologised timidly.
Faleron stared at her for a second, and glanced back to Kel questioningly.
She shook her head minutely, knowing that Lalasa wouldn't want anyone else to know, and to her extreme gratitude, Faleron took it neatly in his stride.
"Okay. Do you need a lift home? I'd say you missed the bus," he gestured towards the empty carparks.
Lalasa managed a watery smile. "Thanks. That'd be good."
Kel, realising with a little amusement that she was no longer needed, waved to them both. "Bye, guys."
"Bye, Kel," Lalasa looked at her for a moment, her thanks clearly spread across her face.
"See you later, Kel," Faleron responded brightly. "And, by the way, I'm really sorry about Sports and Fitness..."
Kel, honestly touched by his apology, smiled back. "It wasn't your fault."
"Still," Faleron said ruefully. "I was the one who told you that Dom wasn't always a player."
Kel grimaced as she walked away, her own problems resurfacing onto her mind.
Players.
Sister's dates.
The knock on the door came at about two minutes past six.
"KEL!" Oranie screamed from upstairs. "THAT'S HIM! CAN YOU GET THE DOOR?! I'M NOT READY!"
Kel groaned loudly, wishing with all her being that the person on the other side of the door just wouldn't be Dom.
Damn, she thought inwardly, opening the door only to find...
Dom.
He was dressed loosely in baggy jeans and a black button up shirt, a perfect smile pasted onto his face.
"Kel," he smiled, the dim lights reflecting off his shiny teeth. "How unexpected to see you here."
"I sorta live here," Kel didn't bother opening the door wide enough to let him in. "Oranie will be down in a second."
He lifted an eyebrow. "May I come in?"
Kel was sorely tempted to shake her head, but knew that her sister's wrath would come back later.
"Sure," she faked a smile and led him inside, gesturing towards the lounge. "Make yourself at home."
More like get yourself out of my home!
"So, maths is still on on Sunday?" Dom asked casually.
Kel felt like telling him to shove off, he had already humiliated her in front of the entire sports and fitness class, and now he still wanted maths tutoring?
Two can play at being sickly sweet, she thought grimly.
"Of course," her smile appeared warm and whole-hearted.
Oranie chose that moment to dance down the stairs and into the lounge room.
"Let's go!"
As Dom kissed Oranie's cheek and led her out the door, Kel felt strongly like vomiting.
Player.
A/N:
Hope you liked, I actually had this and the last chapter into two chapters because Fanfic editor was running slow- I think it was too long. Please review!! :D
Hey, just putting this here for my own benefit as well as for your interest. :)
According to a Tamora Pierce interview:
Kel has seven siblings (descending age order): Anders, Patricine, Inness, Conal, Demadria, Adalia, Oranie and Avinar, Kel being the youngest.
Anders is married to Vorinna and have five kids- Lachren the knight-page being the eldest.
Patricine is married to a Yamani- Toshuro noh Akaneru- and they live on the Yamani islands with two children.
Inness is married to Tilaine and has three kids.
Conal is unmarried.
Demadria is married to Gavin haMinch, they have one child on the way.
Adalia is married to Merovec Nond and has two children.
Oranie is married to Ortien Hannalof.
Avinar is unmarried and is a scholar/teacher in the city of gods.
Kel, obviously, is unmarried. But we can dream. XD
PEOPLE IN KEL'S FITNESS CLASS: Kel, Neal, Dom, Faleron, Seaver, Roald, Wolset, Lerant, Joren, Merric, Vinson, Zahir, Quinden....
YAYZ! I saw New Moon! IT was SO much better than Twilight! Jacob was so awesome!!! Almost converted me to Team Jacob!!!!! hahaha!
and HE TALKED TO ME!!!!!!!!!!! !
I seriously gotta get over that one....
lolz, please review if you have the time :D
