Part 6
994 Words
Did I just screw up my grade in this class, and ruin my chance at keeping the scholarship?
Kirania let him walk away without saying anything. One class down, another million to go. A second later, her stomach grumbles. Time for lunch.
Kirania follows Nesya’s instruction to a restaurant. Kirania walks in, gaping in awe at the extravagant setup.
Kevin calling, “ Kirania Zemira! “
Dito, Mirza, Nesya, and Kevin are already sitting around the table. Oh, God. Mirza’s here. Nesya and Kevin wave Kirania over. Kirania heads to the table.
“ Here, Kirania. You can sit next to me “ she pats the chair between her and Kevin.
“ Thank you, Nesya” Mirza waves the waiter over. Dito rubs his hands together in glee.
“ Time for fillet mignon, oui? “ said Dito
“ Voulez-vous commander? “ reply Waiter
“ J’aimerais le crabe farci, du pain francais et un verre de vigne. Merci “ Mirza said it in fluent French.
Mirza turns to Kirania next, expectant.
He’s clearly ordering in French to prove to the others what an uneducated rube I am. Well, I do remember a little French from high school, and Mirza needs to stop underestimating me.
“ J’aimerais la salade a’la vinaigrette, le tartare de salmon et un verre d’eau. Merci “
Everyone stares in shock, except Nesya. She turns to Mirza with a grin.
“ So much for trying to show off, huh? “
“ I wasn’t trying to show off, Nes “
“ Suuuureee, you weren’t “ Mirza turns to Kirania, more respectful than he was previously.
“ You know French? “
“ You forget. I beat out hundreds of thousands of people to come study here “
“ So you did, farm girl “ he wears a grudging look of admiration. “ I think I’m done “
“ But you haven’t even eaten “ he just shrugs, noncommittal.
I don’t want him to starve on my account.
Kirania shovel most of the breadbasket into her mouth. Mirza watches her, grinning.
“ Glad you’re enjoying the food “. he takes a few half-hearted bites of the bread before stopping. He sighs, pushing the basket away. He stands and leaves the lunch table, heading towards the exit.
“ Kirania, do you like Mirza? “
“ What? No, of course not. Why would I, when he seems to hate me? “ Kevin, Dito, and Nesya all exchange glances.
They keep doing that. They know something, and they’re keeping it from me.
“ You’re all hiding something from me. What is it? “
“ It’s better for you if you don’t know? “ reply Nesya
“ I can decide that for myself “
“ Maybe you can, Kirania, but it’s not up to us to tell you, “ Kevin said
“ I’ve already told you, Kirania. All this, it’s for your protection “
“ Protection for what? “
“ Your life “
Nesya has just told her that Mirza is trying to protect her life. “ Let me get this straight. Mirza is being mean to me because he’s trying to save my life? “
“ It’s not that simple, Kirania “
“ Then simplify it for me “
“ How’s this for simple? Mirza does his thing and you stop asking so many questions “ Duta says
The waiter returns with everyone's orders. The waiter places an order of Salman Tartare with a side salad in front of Kirania.
“ Oh, this looks delicious “
“ I second that. Will you share with your second favorite person at Elite, Kirania? “ said Kevin
“ Better not let Mirza catch you flirting with Kirania, Kev “ sarcasm Nesya.
“ I’m not flirting. I’m just asking her if she wants to share food. You know, like friends. Good friends “ Kevin blurted in his own defense.
Kevin pushes over his plate of beefsteak over to Kirania. That’s does look delicious.
“ Sure, why not? “
“ Kevin does like to slum it sometimes “
“ Shut up, Dito! “ Nesya reprove
“ Yeah, shut up, Dito! “ Kevin grinning
Dito grudgingly stops talking. Kevin grins at Kirania. “ don’t worry, Kirania. I know you’re just using me to make Mirza jealous “ Kirania Zemira stands up in a huff. She nods goodbye to Nesya, ignoring both Dito and Kevin as Kirania leaves.
Kirania heads back to her dorm. As she approaches her room, she overhears some of the mean girls gossiping. “ I heard is totally trying to sleep with Mirza. Can you believe her? “
That is not true! I can’t believe they’re still spreading lies about me.
Holding her head high, Kirania walks past them.
I have to find a way to nip these rumors in the bud. I can’t risk my reputation getting ruined.
Frustrated, Kirania enters her dorm room. She starts to take off her clothes when she hears Mirza’s voice echo from across the room. “
“ Please don’t let me interrupt “
Mirza is lounging on Nesya’s bed, grinning at Kirania.
What the hell! He’s in my room, watching me undress?
“ What do you want? “
“ Not a strip-tease, but thanks for the offer. “
“ I was not .. “ Kirania measures
I have to calm down. Arguing will get me nowhere with Satan. Kirania takes a couple of deep breaths, quickly throwing her clothes back on.
“ Why are you here, Mirza? “
“I'm waiting for my sister “
“ You just saw her at lunch “
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