12: Fresher
492 Words
Kiyara’s pov
Finally the day of fresher I am wearing the dress rude gifted me with my hair down in loose curls, simple natural makeup and a gold choker with gold bracelet pair it with blue pumps and I am all done. I hear the horn and run downstair open the front door and walk toward rude. He is wearing blue dress pants and white button-up his hair pulled back in ponytail some loose strands framing his face, perfect leaning on his black car. “You looking beautiful. Look like I had to kick some a*s today” he complement grinning ear to ear “you look good yourself, look like I had to push some plastic doll away from my men” I said we burst in giggles and I slide in passenger seat while he slides in driver seat “seat belt, big boy” I remind him. We reach the college and he came out, open my gate and give me his hand like a gentleman I laugh on his efforts for being gentlemen which he is not. I take his hand and slide out we get in hand in hand. We chill for some time with our group and the competition begin it’s time for the show began. Everyone shows their talent one by one and it’s my time now, I am not nerves. I step on the stage and take the seat held my guitar and lean toward the mic. And start my song.
*idol by bts * they are my fav
When the song end hall erupts in applause. I am too much happy, I am satisfied. I get down from stage and rude instantly embrace me “you make me prude” he said puffing his chest out like a real prude parent, I give him a big smile. Now it’s time for him to make me proud. Some boys dance some show their strength and now it’s time for rude. He came in stage and the light goes dim and he starts and my world stop. You know when people talk about world stop like everything is a blur and one thing is in focus, the same thing is happening and he is the only one in focus. His performance ended and I am still in trace every one cheer for him, hooting can be heard that get me out of my trace and a big blown smile cover my face. he came down "how’s it” he asks “wow, are you for real” I ask “really darling,” he asks and I nodded and for the result, my boy win Mr. fresher and I am her Miss. Fresher, we dance, eat and sing whole night. Then rude pull me out “where are we going” I asked “somewhere I can murder you” he said jokingly
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