Kieran’s obsession

11. Who is Kiki ?

CHAPTER ELEVEN

11. Who is Kiki?

Fists pounded on my door repeatedly and I groaned, rubbing my eyes. I had just managed to close my eyes. Who was interrupting my sleep already?

“What?” I groaned with a yawn as I pushed back my covers and dragged myself to the door. I turned the lock and opened it to find a scowling Chloe and Kirk.

Crap. I’d forgotten to pick Kirk up from school and overslept. The wall clock said it was almost seven pm. I wince internally.

“Aaliyah Waters, get a hold of yourself. You’re going towards the dark lane, girl. You forgot to pick Kirk up? Jesus Christ. How far on the deep end have you gone? ” Chloe said as she examined me closely.

“You didn’t come for me.” Kirk says accusingly, like I’d hurt him in the most painful way possible.

“Kirk called me because you were running late,” Chloe quickly said.

“I’m sorry Kirk.” I kneel in front of him and hug him before he squirms out and huffs.

“I don’t want hugs. Kiki says I am a big boy now.”

“Kiki?” I asked and looked at Chloe. Since when did Coco turn to Kiki?

“Um, I didn’t want to tell you this at first but I met Kirk and Kieran at the ice-cream parlor. I was on my way here so I decided to bring him.” She says with a shrug, but it turns to a grimace as I shot up.

“What? And you don’t think you should have told me that first? ” I glared at her.

“He picked him up for you at least and took him to get ice-cream. You can’t exactly be mad.”

I dropped down to examine Kirk.

“Kirk, are you okay? What did he do to you? Just tell me.” I demanded and turned him around so I could check better.

“Nothing bad happened. Kiki said you asked him to pick me up and I told him you promised to get me two scoops of ice-cream so we went to get it.” He gave me a toothy grin and I stood up, refusing to accept that Kieran had not hurt him, but taken care of him instead. He also knew I'd run back to hide and overslept. Which was really weird.

“Chloe! What happened to Operation KKK ?”

“ And that is exactly why I didn’t tell you. You’re overreacting”. She groaned as she walked into my room and flopped on the bed.

“Over reacting? Kieran is literally out for my blood. He completely ruined my life at school today.”

“He also did your responsibility for you. Think about Kirk”.

“I wouldn’t be in this position in the first place if it weren’t for him, so don’t expect me to be grateful.”

“I hate him on your behalf, but come on”. Chloe said again.

“Ugh. I don’t want to argue with you over him.” I said as I took Kirk to his room to change and go downstairs to the kitchen and Chloe followed.

“You need to relax, girl. You’re too dense.”

“I’m not.” I say as the doorbell rings and I go to get it,

Its Kirk’s nanny, Aunt Petunia. Kirk called her Aunty Pet, which was a bit funny. Kirk had a nickname for everyone. I exchanged greetings with her before she headed upstairs and I turned back to the kitchen. Chloe is already stuffing her mouth with the freshly baked cookies mom must have made this morning.

Yes, Chloe was finally eating and therefore in a better mood. She would finally stop calling me out on my bullshit. Kieran had taken Kirk from school and fulfilled my ice-cream promise to Kirk. I wasn’t going to acknowledge my gratitude to him, lest of all, say I was grateful to him because Kirk didn’t suffer nor was inconvenienced because of our feud.

“I know the perfect way to cheer you up.” Chloe grinned at me as she finished helping herself.

“And that is ? ” I raised a brow in question.

“Let’s go to Andrew’s party.”

“Chloe, I’m not going to make myself a fool by going to the party and looking like an outcast. NO .”

“You’re looking at it from the wrong perspective, Liya.”

“Chloe NO is No.”

“So you’re just going to run away and live the rest of high school not living and doing whatever you want because that’s what those fuckers want ? Andrew invited you personally. If you don’t go, he’ll think you’re not interested.” She shrugs and I groan.

“I’ll explain to him.”

“Oh okay then.” She says and folds her sleeves up.

“Umm, why do I feel you don’t mean it?”

“Oh.. Because I don’t. I’m just going to knock you out and you’ll wake up at the party, then I don’t have to argue with you.”

“Chloe!” I shriek, not doubting her.

“Don’t worry you’ll thank me later.” She ran towards me and I squealed with laughter before I turned and ran out, heading up the stairs as she gave pursuit.

I ran into my room and tried to close the door but she was right behind me and I didn’t want to hit her face in the process, so I just jumped on the bed and readied to fight her off. She didn’t try to knock me out as I’d guessed.

She attacked me with tickles and I crouched down laughing.

“Fine. Fine. Fine. I’ll go.” I yelled with laughter and she let’s go, looking at me in victory.

She drops down from the bed and picks two shopping bags from the floor.

I’d been so angry about the Kieran issue that I’d failed to notice the bags she’d brought along.

“So you just had two convenient pieces of clothing brought to my house, ha? This wasn’t your sole intention for coming. To drag my ass to Andrew’s party. No?

“Nope not at all.” She grinned in a way that said I was totally right.

“Chloe Laurent. You are one cunning girl.” I wiggled my finger at her like her mom and we both laughed.

The dress she’d gotten for me was a red two-piece. The top was a crop top with spaghetti straps that was cut to only hold my breasts and left the rest of my upper body skin for show, and the bottom, a body con mini skirt that was mid-thigh, and both sides were cut in zigzag shapes that showed a lot of skin. And to be honest, if I was going to the party tonight, then this outfit would be perfect for a statement.

“It’s perfect. I tell Chloe.”

“Of Course. I’m Chloe Laurent. Queen of parties and shopping. Don’t dare look down on me you nerdy geek.”

“Hey, that’s not cool. There’s no shame in soap operas and crime fiction”. I told Chloe.

“You forgot true crimes and horror shows.” She smirked at me.

“Ugh fine.” I scowled and picked her dress up, admiring it.

It was also two-piece outfit. It was in black. The top was a low cut one- hand crop top with little left to the imagination, and the bottom, a wide leg pant with slits over the hips.

It was stunning.

“You really know what you’re doing.” I whistled in appreciation as she beamed with pride and we started getting ready.