The nobody i fell for

Chapter 2

THE NOBODY I FELL FOR

Chapter Two — Kairo's POV

I woke up slowly, staring at the ceiling above my bed while the morning sunlight slipped through the curtains and painted thin golden lines across my bedroom floor.

For a few seconds, I didn't move.

Then I remembered.

School.

I groaned and pulled the blanket over my face.

"Please, not today."

I wasn't actually sick. I just didn't feel like going.

You know those mornings when getting out of bed feels like the greatest injustice ever committed against you?

Yeah.

That was me.

I finally sat up, pushing my hair away from my face as I glanced around my room. Everything was exactly where I'd left it the night before—my clothes scattered over the chair, my laptop open on my desk, and my university bag sitting untouched beside the door.

I reached for my phone.

No messages that interested me.

I opened i********: instead.

Scrolling through my feed seemed much more important than attending my morning lecture.

I smiled at a friend's post, rolled my eyes at someone's overly dramatic caption, then kept scrolling until I suddenly remembered something.

My parents weren't home yet.

Thank God.

If they were home, I'd already be hearing my mother's voice telling me to hurry up and reminding me that being late was embarrassing.

I climbed out of bed and slipped into my fluffy slippers.

The house was unusually quiet as I walked downstairs.

The enormous staircase echoed softly beneath my footsteps, and sunlight poured through the tall windows overlooking the front garden. Our house always looked beautiful in the morning—almost too perfect, like nobody actually lived here.

I headed straight for the kitchen.

If there was one thing I could make without anyone's help, it was breakfast.

I opened the refrigerator and grabbed some strawberries and bananas before pulling out the oats.

A few minutes later, I was sitting at the kitchen island with a warm bowl of oats topped with sliced bananas and strawberries.

I took a spoonful while scrolling through i********: again.

I checked the time.

I had enough time.

Technically.

I sighed and stared at my breakfast.

I was nineteen, a second-year student at Westbridge University, and somehow I still hadn't mastered the art of wanting to attend my morning lectures.

Maybe today I'd just skip the first one.

Just one.

Nobody would die.

I took another spoonful of oats and continued scrolling.

Then my phone buzzed.

I glanced at the notification.

Mom.

We're coming home earlier than expected.

My spoon stopped halfway to my mouth.

I stared at the message.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

I looked toward the huge kitchen windows.

The peaceful morning suddenly didn't feel so peaceful anymore.