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OMG! HOW LONG HAVE YOU GUYS BEEN WAITING FOR THIS CHAPPIE?...LOL ^-^ I do seriously apologize for posting this so late. I had planned on posting it a month ago…yeah a month ago. So what happened? Life got in the way a little bit. But it's all good. I ended up traveling for three weeks and when I came home it was Mega Family Time every day, at all hours. So in between this time, I've been trying to get this out, but have failed miserably. So now that my life is sort of restored to its usual day, I was able to get this in. So I really, sooooooooo hope you enjoy it. (It may not be what you're looking for such as Kiara and Kurama action, but trust me I'll give you a boat load come Chapter 11. Hehe! [It will be so much you'll ask me to stop…lol]) But any who, please enjoy! ^-^
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Oh, I almost forgot,
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN Yu Yu HAKUSHO OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN IT. (However, everybody else present within the story (Kiara, Rika, Rio, etc…) are my original characters.)
AND
There happens to be and will be (in the near future) mature content (a.k.a lime and lemons). SO IF NOT PREPARED FOR THIS, DON'T READ MY STORY. KEEP YOUR INNOCENCE! (Hahaha LOL ^-^) ALSO, you should be made aware that there is profanity in this chapter and in all the other chapters that follow it.
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Meant to Be
Chapter 10: "Unwanted Feelings"
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, KIARA! YOU'VE BEEN IN THERE FOR 45 FUCKING MINUTES ALREADY! HAVE YOU DIED IN THERE!?"
Applying the second round of soap across her light brown skin, Kiara decided very calmly to ignore Rika's hollering, which had been going on for the past 30 minutes by the way.
30 damn deafening minutes.
"WELL YOU FUCKING BETTER HAVE BECAUSE IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE IN THERE, I'M DRAGGIN YOU THE FUCK OUT REAL SOON!"
Humming to herself to keep whatever was left of her patience, Kiara began to rinse all the soap suds off her body. She cut off the water and reached for her towel, wrapping it around her. She grabbed another for her hair, enfolding it all together with expertise.
Or so she tried. Kiara wouldn't have been able to get the towel to cover all that hair even if she hot-glued it to her scalp.
Sighing in agitation, she was ready to give up when Rika spoke…or rather bellowed.
"KIARA! YOU BETTER FUCKING GET OUT OF THAT BATHROOM RIGHT THIS INSTANT OR SO HELP ME I WILL—"
Prying the door open with far too much force, practically splintering it in two, Kiara replied, "FOR THE LOVE OF VANILLA ICE CREAM ON A HOT FUDGE SUNDAE, COULD YOU STOP YELLING AT ME AND HELP ME PUT THIS DAMN TOWEL ON MY HEAD?!"
Throwing the towel in Rika's face, Kiara stepped outside her bathroom door and entered her bedroom. Turning around after taking four steps, Kiara added, "AND for your information, I was in there for 42 MINUTES AND 29 SECONDS! NOT 45!"
Heading over to her medium-sized closet, Kiara furiously went through it to find something to wear.
Rika removed the towel from her face and smirked. Oh how she loved getting on Kiara's nerves. It had to be a calling of some sort.
"I think I just found my all-time favorite profession," she whispered to herself.
"WHAT?" Kiara yelled back, her entire body more or less inside her closet. "I DIDN'T QUITE CATCH WHAT YOU SAID—"
"OH FOR PETE'S SAKE, WILL YOU LOWER YOUR GOD DAMN VOICE, GOD DAMNIT! Why are you yelling across the room, I'm right here!"
Turning around to look at Rika with perfect innocence, she replied, "Oh, I thought that was what we were doing now?"
Letting out a heavy sigh, Rika rolled her eyes and sat on the edge of Kiara's twin sized bed. It was small, but it was cute and just the right size for Kiara. Rika probably looked as if she'd be swallowed whole by the bed, but then again most things looked that way compared to her and her small figure.
Unlike most traditionally styled beds, Kiara had hers supported by wood all around, decorated with pristine markings, symbols that reminded Rika of a language long dead to the current world. They were painted with such care and vibrancy, just like the owner herself.
Returning her attention back to the bubbly mess of light brown, blue-highlighted hair, Rika ordered, "Come here so I can dry your hair and style it for y—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Rika came to find herself tackled to a mammoth-sized bed by a 124 pound human brick wall. Hugging her to death with a towel still wrapped firmly around her body, Kiara hollered, "AH HA! RIKA'S GOING TO DO MY HAIR FOR ME! OH, I'M THE LUCKIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD! HAVING MY BEST FRIEND DO MY HAIR! I AM SOOOOOOOOO HAPPY RIGHT NOW, I COULD JUST—"
"Kiara."
Coming back to reality, Kiara muttered a small, "Yes."
"Will you let go of me and put some clothes on."
"But I don't know what to wear—"
"JUST PUT ANYTHING ON FOR NOW!" Rika had desperately tried to keep her anger in check, but Kiara had a way of bringing it to the surface.
Unfazed by her forged anger, Kiara explained, "Rika, I would if it were that simple, but it's not. So could you just help me, please?"
"You're not getting off me until I do, aren't you?"
Smiling brightly, Kiara shook her head and replied with an enthusiastic, "Nope!"
Sighing, Rika whispered, "The things I put up with," to herself. Then she finally gave in. "Okay, okay, okay! I'll help you find clothes to put on and do your hair."
"Yayyyyyy!" Kiara beamed, scurrying off her to skip to her closet.
"How you managed to clothe yourself until now, only God knows." Rika mumbled as she sighed for the umpteenth time today. Throwing the towel over her shoulder, Rika walked over to Kiara, pushed her aside, and under three seconds chose a nice light blue cotton shirt for Kiara to wear.
Smiling as if she had won the lottery, Kiara gladly took the shirt from her hands and walked away.
Drying herself some more, Kiara quickly ran into the bathroom, placing a bra and panty on before slipping into the shirt.
Throwing the towel she used in the dirty laundry, Kiara ventured back into her closet to grab a fresh one from the top shelf. In doing so, her shirt lifted, exposing most of her back.
And that's when Rika saw it.
A full scar on her lower back, right in the middle above her…ass, well damn, it was huge ass! Why has she never noticed before? But back to more important things…
Before she could take back the words, she asked, "What happened to you?"
Picking a red towel from her shelf, Kiara looked up at Rika, confusion written all over her face.
"What do you mean?"
Walking to the bed, Rika sat on the edge of it, and motioned for Kiara to sit before her so she could start drying her mile long length of hair, which was making tiny puddles all over her wooden floor.
With a smile, Kiara quickly hung the towel on the back of her chair—tucked in under her desk—to sit on the floor, Indian style.
Drying her hair, Rika rethought about asking her the question again. It wasn't really her place, but…
"What happened to your back?"
Panic quickly seeped into her veins causing Kiara to suddenly turn around to look at her, yanking her head away in the process. Lifting her shirt, Kiara tried to get a glimpse of her back.
"WHAT!? WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY BAC—"
"Will you just come back here so I can dry your hair properly!"
"But—"
"Come here." Rika commanded.
Still trying to spot what was 'wrong' with her back, Kiara began, "But you said—"
"I was talking about your scar. Now come sit." Rika corrected, her finger pointing to the floor.
"Oh." Kiara released her shirt, making her way back to the floor, cross-legged once again. Subconsciously, she reached for it, pulling her shirt over the scar the next second.
Re-drying her hair, Rika probed, "So, what happened?"
There was only utter silence. Painful, achingly morbid silence as Rika finished drying Kiara's hair. Wishing she had kept her mouth shut from the very beginning, Rika hurriedly said, "Hey. You don't need to tell me—"
"No, I wouldn't mind talking to you about it, honestly. It's just..." Kiara sighed, bringing her knees up to her chest as if she was desperately trying to hide herself, "…I don't remember how I got it."
Parting her hair so she could start braiding, Rika paused for a moment and…
Slapped her upside the head.
"Ouch, Rika! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"
"You're not allowed to be depressed." Then Rika hit her a second time.
"OUCH! OKAY, GEEZ! I'M NOT DEPRESSED – I'M NOT, RIKA! SHEESH!"
"Oh, I know. That hit was for me catching you running late tonight by yourself. And if I may ask…WHY THE HELL WERE YOU JOGGING IN THE STREETS AT NIGHT ALL BY YOURSELF?! ARE YOU CRAZY!? DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT COULD HAPPEN TO YOU?!"
"First of all, I'm not crazy… I'm passionately fanatical! And before you say anything, there IS a difference… I… just haven't discovered it yet… And secondly, I would never jog alone at night by myself on the streets! That would be just plain stupid!"
Sighing, Rika admitted, "I'm going to ignore your first statement completely, just so you know," with her usual neutral expression. Half-way done with Kiara's hair, Rika inquired, "So where did you go jogging?"
"The woods." She uttered matter-of-factly.
Rika hit her again.
"RIKA! OUCH!"
Uncaring, Rika bellowed, "The woods! THE FUCKING WOODS! KIARA, YOU WENT JOGGING IN THE DAMNED WOODS, BY YOURSELF!? THAT'S TEN TIMES WORSE THAN THE STREETS!"
Massaging what she could of her head that wasn't braided yet, Kiara stated, "No it's not. I was practically raised in the woods you know. It's practically my second home."
"Well,…that explains a lot."
Turning around so Rika could see her glare, Kiara said, "What do you mean by that?! AND FOR THE LOVE OF PIE! STOP HITTING ME!"
Rika had hit her for the fourth time.
"Even if you consider the woods your second home, it's still dangerous Kiara! Don't go alone! There could be deadly, rabid animals lurking around, ready to bite your fucking head off or give you some incurable disease!"
"I know how to take care of myself, Rika. I'm strong, you know."
Rika finished braiding the last braid in her hair, then laughed.
Getting up off the floor, Kiara reached for a pillow and chucked it at Rika's head. "You're such a meanie, Rika!"
"Haha..What? I'm trying to seriously picture you fighting off a killer grizzly bear right now and it's not working…Haha!"
Throwing another pillow at her, Kiara corrected, "For your information, there are no grizzly bears this far down near Tokyo!"
Continuing to laugh, Kiara thought it best for her sanity if she ignored Rika, so she did. She huffed and turned to go find a pair of leggings to put on, when she paused at her reflection in the mirror. Gasping, Kiara took in her braids spiraled in a creative design upon her head. The braided ends were then braided together into one huge braid down the length of her body.
Without even realizing it, warm tears started to blurr her vision.
Standing next to her, Rika asked, "Hey,hey! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry—"
Crying uncontrollably, Kiara tackled Rika once more, killing her in another one of her bear hugs.
"K-Ki-r-ra—"
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
Utterly confused, but still unable to breath correctly, Rika responded, "Y-you'r-re t-thanking me f-for c-racking j-ok-kes on y-you?"
Quickly releasing her, the tears somewhat ending their parade down her face, Kiara apologized. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Rika."
Taking in the glorious air around her, Rika shook her head. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to kill me."
Smiling, Kiara shook her head. "Never. I could never even contemplate it." Kiara went in for another hug, and Rika backed away fast, lifting her arms up to defend herself. Saddened by her actions, Kiara whined, "Rika, I said I'm sorry. I'll hug you with less force this time, please." The tears started trickling down her cheeks once again.
"Alright, alright!" Rika sighed, giving in. "Hehe." Hugging her gently this time, Kiara continued, "Thank you so much for doing my hair, Rika."
Unaccustomed to sentimental gestures, she hesitantly said, "Y-your welcome."
"You know the last person to ever do my hair this way was my grandmother. And I've missed it. I feel so beautiful with it done and it's all thanks to you. So really, thank you."
Rika didn't know what to say to that at all. So she didn't. Physically couldn't. Never would she have thought a simple task, like doing hair, would have moved Kiara to tears. But then again this was Kiara and one never knew what to expect from her.
Releasing her, Kiara wiped her tears away with the back of her hands and asked, "Where did you learn how to braid like that?"
"I learned on my own." Making herself at home on the chair tucked in under Kiara's desk, Rika added, "When I was home, I used to experiment on Masuko and Manami. And so when I got better, I would do their hair constantly for every occasion."
"Oh, Rika! You are sooooooo awesome!" Kiara squealed, treading near her to give her yet another hug.
Putting her hand out, Rika stopped her dead in her tracks with a serious expression.
"No! You…you don't come near me! No more hugs for you. You've reached your daily limit!"
"Awww, Rika. Come on! Just one more."
"No." Crossing her arms over chest, Rika revisited their earlier discussion. "All jokes aside, don't go into the forest without someone or letting me know, okay. I'm serious."
Kiara huffed, and rolled her eyes, trudging to her closet to grab a pair of leggings. On face value, Kiara wanted to make it seem that Rika's concern was unnecessary, but deep down, it warmed her heart and she smiled secretly.
"Okay, mother."
Rika scrunched her nose, then snorted.
Turning to look at her, Kiara said, "What? I think you'd make a great mommy."
"See now this is a topic we shall never broach upon again."
"Aww, come on Rika! I could so see you with children. Lots, and LOTS of children!"
Looking outside her window to woods out back Rika muttered, "Yeah, life with a whole bunch of mini-me's would be fantastic."
Kiara giggled at her remark, putting her black leggings on.
Releasing a long breath, Rika began to play with the objects placed on Kiara's desk. "Can I ask you something?"
Entering the bathroom to tidy up, Kiara replied, "Rika that should already be a given."
"Well…ugh, how should I—"
Then she saw it. Or rather wished she didn't see. Wait, maybe she was hallucinating!? If so, then damn Kiara and her cooking! But if not, well damn!
Reaching for the small piece of paper placed next to the cordless phone, Rika slowly said, "Kiara."
"Yes."
Walking towards the bathroom door, Rika leaned against the door frame and asked, "Why do you have Shuichi's phone number?"
Kiara's body complete froze, her expression a mixture of shock, fear, and something else Rika couldn't identify.
"Kiara?" Rika probed, stepping into the bathroom.
Snapping out of whatever trance she was in, Kiara made an attempt to rush to her. Key word: attempt. Apparently her rug had other ideas.
Falling face flat on the floor, Kiara groaned at the sudden pain, then glared at her rug. "I am so going to throw you out you good-for-nothing-I-just-want-to-trip-people rug!"
"Kiara."
Forgetting her anger and her rug, Kiara looked up at Rika, getting up off the floor.
"Explain." Rika demanded, holding the small piece of paper with his phone number on it in her face.
She stared at the number with fear so great, she probably thought it would eat her up alive.
Removing it from her face, she crossed her arms and began to leave the room. "Fine. Don't tell me. I don't need to—"
"I don't understand." A whisper so soft, so morose, barely audible made its way to Rika's ears.
Turning around, Rika asked, "What?"
Not focusing on anyone or anything, but the floor, Kiara began, "I don't understand it. Why I feel the way I do about him. Why I trust him so much."
"Kiara?" A little worried, Rika began to make her way back to her.
"It's crazy, right!? How could I trust a stranger!? Side with someone I don't even know! Now I understand completely why you stormed off the way you did. I'm such a complete idiot! It makes no sense whatsoever for me to have done that. I'm so stupi—"
"Kiara!" Rika shouted, grabbing her arms and shaking her lightly. "Stop it, okay. You are not stupid. Far from it in fact. You are a brilliant woman." Tears began to blur Kiara's vision as she shook her head, not buying it.
Holding her in place, Rika continued, "You're not stupid, Kiara. I know this for a fact. Naïve, gullible, easily-taken-by, too trusting, too innocent, too—"
"Rika, if you're trying to make me feel better, you're doing a horrible job."
Smiling, Rika apologized. "I know. I'm sorry." Lifting her chin up with her hand, Rika said, "Stop beating yourself up over this. It's okay—"
Stepping away from her, Kiara shook her head once again. "Rika, this is not okay. The way I feel about him, the way I trust him. It's not normal!"
"Yes, that's true. But Kiara you're making a bigger deal out of this then is necessary—"
"Rika. He reminds me of my brother." She whispered, the tears silently running down her face. "His personality, the way he acts. They all remind me of Kyo. And I can't afford to remember, Rika. I can't. Not now."
Ah, shit! If there is anything in Kiara's world that is even more taboo then the game itself called "Taboo," it would be her family. Rika had made the mistake of asking her about them once, and was still trying to make up for utter raw pain she made Kiara feel that day. That's why her earlier mention of her grandmother was a shocker for Rika. She knew it must have taken a lot for her to mention her grandmother, and so she comforted her the best way she could, returning her hug full force.
But this right here, was the real shocker and a hot mess! Damn that fucking red head for this!
"Okay. Okay. Come here." Rika wiped some of Kiara's tears and took her out of the bathroom to sit on her bed. Once there, she said, "Hey listen, Shuichi may remind you of your brother, but you know that he isn't and he never will be. Kyo, your precious brother, will always be Kyo and Shuichi will remain Shuichi, his own separate person. So when you meet him again—cause you will, being that he's in our Calc class and apparently your fake boyfriend—keep this fact in mind. I guarantee you'll be able to cope so much better because if it, okay. So just detach yourself and don't think too hard. Just let it be you and him when you're together, although I pray you refrain from being in his presence as much as humanly possible."
Eyeing her with dried tears streaking her face, Kiara muttered, "Do you not hate Shuichi anymore—"
"Oh, don't get me wrong. I despise that asshole's guts to death. But considering you're feeling about him, I've unfortunately decided to give him a chance. Who am I to tell you who you can and cannot be with. Therefore, in the near future, I will only provide you my honest opinion. Know that the decisions you make are entirely yours. Just because I've let my past restrict me in multiple ways, doesn't mean yours should be. So stay here, while I make a phone call, okay."
Kiara nodded her head, unsure of what to say until the thought occurred to her of who Rika would be calling…
With haste Kiara looked up at her and watched her place the cordless phone to her ear, waiting a sec before saying, "Listen hear you fucking asshole—"
"RIKA NO!" Kiara ran and snatched the phone right out of her little hand, not realizing that she ended the call unconsciously.
"Dammit, Kiara! What the hell was that for!?"
"WHY WOULD YOU CALL HIS NUMBER!?"
"Because I was going to somewhat apologize and let him know that you still need a tutor because my brain is totally not in the mood for it right now. But things don't always go as planned because I had and still have the sudden urge to curse. Him. The. Fuck. Out! So give back the damn phone!" Rika demanded, not too nicely.
Clutching the phone closer to her body, Kiara said, "No, Rika! I already called him!"
"To curse him out?" Rika asked, surely surprised. "Wow, I didn't think you had it in you—"
"Of course I did not curse him out! That's just rude!"
"Well isn't that disappointing. I was really ready to give you some Kudos points, but I'm taking them back." Sighing, Rika inquired, "So what did you call him for?"
"To tell him…thank you, but I didn't need his help."
"And?"
"I ended up HANGING UP ON HIM! I couldn't do it! I couldn't speak to him! Rika, I'm such a failure!," she muttered, with a look of pure depression plastered on her face.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she stated, "So, you hung up on him twice then."
"Wha-what?" Kiara asked, utterly confused.
"You hung up on him twice, just now making the second one."
It took a while for her words to register, but when they did. Holy Hell!
Dropping the phone as if it were a horrifying disease, Kiara screamed, "HOLY MOTHER OF ALL PERIODS! I HUNG UP ON HIM! TWICE!" Turning her horrifying gaze at Rika, she continued, "RIKA!"
"WHAT!?"
"HOW COULD YOU LET ME DO THIS AGAIN!"
"WHAT!?" She hollered with an incredulous look. "I didn't even know you had that fool's number, let alone know you called him already and hung up!"
Whining-slash-fake crying all over again, Kiara dropped herself on her bed like dead weight, complaining non-stop.
Sighing in agitation, Rika responded, "What's the big deal, Kiara. Just let me call him again and finish this once and for—"
She didn't even see when she'd gotten up off the bed, but buy some great force she had and already had the phone securely fastened to her chest, again.
Shaking her head, she said, "No, Rika! You can't!"
"Why not?!"
"Cause you'll just curse him out again and make matters worse?!"
"And this is a problem, why?"
Giving her an are-you-stupid-look, Kiara answered, "You can't just go around cursing people!"
Rika shrugged her shoulders. "I really don't see why not."
"Rika!"
"Okay. Okay. So you call him then!"
Looking all around her, Kiara eyes revisited Rika's to say, "Are you talking to me, becasue—"
"OF COURSE I'M TAKING TO YOU! WHO ELSE WOULD I BE TALKING TO?"
"I DON'T KNOW! AND STOP YELLING AT ME, SHEESH!" Kiara finished, glaring at Rika. After three seconds her gaze softened and she inquired once again, "But in all honesty, were you talking to me?"
…Oh Jesus! Help me!...
"Did. I. stut-ter?"
"Actually you just kind of did—"
"Kiara!"
"Okay. Okay! But seriously, Rika?! Were you not paying attention when I told you I HUNG UP ON HIM TWICE!? I can't call him again!"
"So what do you suppose we do then, huh?"
"The right thing!"
"Which is?"
Placing the phone on her desk, she crossed her arms and answered, "We apologize in person."
"How the hell is that the right thing or any better than calling!"
Refraining from rolling her eyes, Kiara began, "It just is, okay! I don't want to do it, but I have to at this point. Luckily it won't be for long. I'll just apologize then end everything. It's as simple as that—"
"Actually, I think you should hold that off until after he tutors you tonight."
Kiara didn't say anything. She just continued to stare at her until maybe a good minute had passed. "Um, Rika. Suddenly I'm very, very, very confused. Could you explain to me what happened here, cause I feel that a huge chunk of information—like the one where I said and you said I shouldn't be near him—flew out the window."
"Kiara."
"What! You just said, 'I think you should hold that off until after he tutors you tonight'! How exactly do you expect me to react to that, huh!? I don't want to be near him anymore than I have to. The plan is to apologize then leave. End of story!"
"Yeah, I hear you but hear me out, alright." Leaning on the desk, Rika continued. "Although I do not like him, I think you should take advantage of this opportunity. Not only will you get tutored—because like I said before, I can't cause I am totally not in the right mindset—but you can use part of that tutoring time to explain how you don't want to partake in his weird favor and apologize for the hang ups. Kill two birds with one stone. And besides, Shuichi looks like the type that likes explanations. He won't leave you alone until you give him one and trust me he will want to know everything and so use as much time you think you need to explain yourself and end things like you said."
"Okay…But, now I feel bad. Would it be right for me to do this?!"
"Ugh, your conscience is killing me." Rika muttered after rolling her eyes. "Yes, it's fine. If you think about it it's technically more polite than if you were to decline his offer, after hanging up on him twice, and then up and ending things at his door step. So the verdict is: you're going to get tutored."
Desperation was at an all time high here so Kiara asked, "Rika, do you trust this guy?"
"No, I don't. But you do and that's all that matters right now." Shaking her head with a smirk, Rika continued, "This morning, even after all the bad mouthing I did him, you stood up to me and defended him. You wouldn't do that for just anybody, Kiara. I know. So trust in your instincts and just get tutored tonight. Like I said, he is his own person. Go in there completely detached and everything will be okay."
Not liking this one bit, Kiara conceded. "Fine. I'll go."
"You didn't really have a choice, but I figured it was nice of me to let you believe you had one."
Kiara reached for a pillow and threw it at her full force. Rika dodged it and laughed.
Sobering up, Rika reminded Kiara, "Oh, before I forget, you need to call him."
"What!? Why!?"
"Do you know where he lives?"
"…...DAMMIT! DAMN! DAMMIT!"
Making her way to the door, Rika said, "Once you've made the call and obtained the address, let me know. I'll go with, so you're not alone when you meet him."
Smirking a bit, Kiara laughed. "I know you Rika. You just want to go to curse him out."
"Am not! I plan to be on my best behavior."
"Right, and my name is Pennsylvansmackerdoodle."
"But it isn't" Rika said, utterly serious.
"…..Rika, it was a joke."
"So why didn't you say so." Hands now on her hips.
Giving her an incredulous look, Kiara yelled, "Cause that would then kill its affect!"
"Ohhh!"
Feigning irritation, Kiara threw another pillow at Rika, one she dodged with ease.
"Before I devour the rest of your food, I just want to make sure of something."
"What?" Kiara asked, heading towards the phone and the piece of paper with his phone number on it with slight hesitation-slash-trepidation.
"So was he the thing that was bothering you earlier?"
Turning to quickly look at her, Kiara repeated. "Bothering me?"
Resting on the door opening, she answered, "When we were in the kitchen, you weren't your usual self. Something was a bugging you and you trying to avoid telling me—"
Taken aback by her observation, Kiara stuttered, "N-no! I-I wasn't…I—"
Rika's look said it all. She caught her in her lie. Damn, why wasn't she a pro at this?
Sighing, Kiara smiled. "I should have known nothing would get past you and those keen eyes of yours."
Smirking, Rika made her way down the steps after she said, "It would be wise to remember that in the future."
"Whatever!" Shaking her head, Kiara looked at her phone for the longest time before she picked up the phone. Letting out a great gush of air, she slowly dialed the number, brought the phone to her ear, and waited for the ringing on the other line.
It rang twice before he said, "Are you going to hang up on me before I say hello or after?"
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