SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 203

- KATE -

It’s Monday. I’m at the school premises, checking for the halls I’d be taking all my exams at as well as the exam table. On a normal day, I’d get the information online, on the school student website but I needed to keep myself busy physically. There hasn’t been any or much of lectures these days, just a bunch of students prepping for exams or having fun but get this, almost everyone’s got books in their hands, be it magazines or actual notes but it sure seems that their fun involves studying.

It is quite intriguing seeing an advanced form of high school replay itself here. Just freer and less tense. I love how despite the chillness displayed outwardly by individuals, you can tell the obvious inward tension in certain students that actually seem to want to excel. It’s really intriguing. After a very long time trapped within home walls, even the littlest thing that I’ve been accustomed to seems surreal.

Who ever thought school and books would captivate me this much? A smile forms on my lips. Don’t get me wrong, I love studying and passing my courses but come on, doesn’t mean I like school. In a world where you can study courses and excel in a career, going to school is just like paying to have friends or prove some sort of high status if it’s a prestigious school. Because trust me, apart from people who really need good jobs from going to college, most rich kids have trust funds and will inherit businesses from their parents. I think it’s more about getting a degree to show a level of wisdom and approval rather than because it’s necessary because some people excel without school. Don’t get me wrong though, school is important too, I’m just geeking about this topic because I have been in an asylum called home for what seemed like centuries and I’m just a teenager. Soon to be a youth though, haha.

I let out a sigh.

One thing I’m grateful for is having to study while at home. Because now, I don’t have much to worry about. I guess I also have to thank Hazel too. She sent me notes even though my responses were one word replies and I barely kept in contact. I was drained back then and I want to make up for it. It’s a miracle we’re still close till now. I guess certain friendships do last a life time.

I focus my gaze on the student notice board which has a lot of student activity papers pinned on it. I take my phone out to take a picture. After exams, just before the holidays, school will be on fire with a lot of celebrations and I’ll be here for it. I keep walking down the hall when someone hit me.

“Hey!” I call when the person didn’t stop to acknowledge and pass on a word of apology or concern yet brushed by me. This is when I felt a stealthy palm clap the center of my back, hitting different parts of my body, leaving me immobile, while spinning me around and maintaining close body contact. It happened so fast that I could barely react to it. The most I did was blink.

When my body came to a halt, I felt the presence of the person who did this behind me, holding me in place with both my hands trapped in a tight grip behind my lower back.

It’s a girl. I know through the soft balls perking onto my skin from behind. “Don’t be afraid and don’t move. I’m the one who dropped the letter for you.”

This makes my eyes widen and my heart beat faster in my chest. Remember that letter I received when I got here? After much conflicting thoughts, I decided to do what I thought was best for me.

I want to know what whoever left it for me knows. Even if it breaks me, I’ll heal from it as time goes on. So I chose to leave it where I was told.

After all, with the chances of it being a prank high, it wouldn’t hurt to follow the bait in case it wasn’t just a fun game. And from this weird encounter I just had, seems like it may not be a prank after all. My tummy churns in my stomach as my brows crease. I wonder which is worse.

“Stop panting too hard, Kate. I know you. And you know me.” My heart stopped beating for a second. It was almost as if I forgot to breathe and some sense was knocked into me. Who is this person? Who could it possibly be? The voice doesn’t ring a bell at all.

I move my feet in an attempt to turn.

“Don’t bother. With the way I’ve got you held, one wrong move will leave you paralysed temporarily.”

I swallow. This sentence was all the conviction I needed to stay calm. “What do you want?”

“Your complete compliance. I’m on your side.” She says. I hear a short exhale, it gives away the fact that she’s grinning.

“If you are, why do you have a voice changer, alternating your voice?” She knows me yet makes it hard for me to know her.

“Because it’s fun.”

Two taps on my back makes me roll my eyes. Her attempt to be friendly would be more appreciated if I wasn’t bound to an unmovable state.

“Look forward.”

I do as she says.

Oh. It’s Killian’s office. The door to Killian’s office is open for me to see inside. There’s someone inside with him. A lady. As far as I can see, Killian is sat and she’s standing in front of his desk, conversing with him. It didn’t take me long to match the figure of the lady to someone I know. It’s Hazel.

“What’s there to see?” I ask with my brow raised.

“You innocent, naive child.” The lady mutters. My eyes roam around the floor then back into the room. I don’t get it. Is there something I’m supposed to catch on from this? It’s merely a student conversing with a professor who teaches one of her courses just that I know the two of them. And the door is wide open, so what exactly am I supposed to see? The man who I’m mad at? To do what? Get angrier?

I’m starting to doubt this person. “Stop beating around the bush and speak already.”

I hear a scoff. The lady lets go of one of my hand, slipping something in my palm. It feels like cards. “Take a look at it.”

“Will that leave me paralysed?” I ask. I need to be sure. I can’t tell how much movement won’t leave my body immobile.

“No.”

I bring my hand to my face. If someone has been staring at us long enough, I’m sure they’d suspect something by now but I doubt anyone cares about anyone here, talk less of random strangers they do not know. I clear my throat.

The picture in my hand makes my breath hitch. My head feels light and I’m too overwhelmed to breath out my nose so my lower lip falls ajar slightly to allow me access to breathe. Even then, my breathing falters. It’s shaky.

“While you were away, a rumour broke out that a professor was involved romantically with a student. The story got shut down not long after and most people forgot about it. Most but me.” The lady says. The picture in my hand is of the back view of a woman kissing a man. I don’t need to see the face clearly to know who the man is. My eyes begin to water. The lady in the picture however? I can’t tell a thing. There are so many brunettes in this school, in fact, there are so many brunettes in the world so how does this help me find out anything?

An ache in my chest alerts me. Are my feelings supposed to be projected outwardly? I don’t know. . . But why does this sting so much even when I know this was acceptable since the start of our union?

Why did he have to go for a student though? I am a student. Could it be someone my age or older? What year? Which faculty? Who on earth could he possibly be with that doesn’t have what I have?!

My fist clenches on the photo, squeezing the end of the page till my fingers popped out the other side.

I look back ahead. Hazel is still in there. “What does this have to do with what I’m looking at?” I ask. Anger suddenly brews within me but I’m careful not to make a drastic movement. If this lady is insinuating what I think she is, then I’d risk getting temporarily paralysed to give her a resounding slap for even doing that in the first place.

If her aim is to make me doubt my best friend, the girl I grew up with who has stuck by me this whole time, then she met the wrong girl. And surely, she should meet someone else to sort whatever beef she and Hazel might’ve had because there is no other reason why someone will be this daft to me. Someone I don’t even know if I know.

“Nothing actually.” She says, taking the urge to massacre that face right out my body. That’s better. I sniff. Way much better. “I just want you to look at the man who you’re with with contempt.” She adds.

My jaw tightens. “And how do you know I’m with him? For all I know, you could be her.” There are only two people in this school who knows of my engagement aside from me and that is Killian, my fiancé, and Hazel. No one else does. And for her to as well, she has become my prime suspect. I mean, why else would she not want me seeing her face?

A chuckle slid in my ears, getting me irritated as well as annoyed. “He’s cute. But not my type of cute. I prefer slim or skinny tall guys.”

“At this point, your words remain meaningless.” I say, I’m holding myself from bursting out in tears. Knowing Killian is, not cheating on me per se, with another woman breaks me. I wish I did not guess right. I wish all of what I was feeling was only a bad figment of my imagination but this photo proves that it’s not.

“Keep your mind open. It could be anyone. Anyone.” The grip on my body suddenly withdraws and my form waver forward slightly, nearly to a fall. I try to maintain my stamina when these words trail into my ears. “And remember, I’m on your side. One thing I hate more than anything is conniving bitches who don’t care about how their action affects others. Don’t come to school on Wednesday.” There is a sudden silence. Part of me would’ve thought she was gone if I didn’t feel her presence nearby. “Oh yeah, don’t tell Hazel.”

I immediately turn around but shock meets me immediately. She’s gone. I’m panting hard with my body shaking due to my rage and strange encounter. I hold the picture to my face. Part of me hopes this is fake and photoshopped but I know that spot in this school exists and it stings.

What’s worse is I can’t meet Killian about it because our contract states that we are both allowed to be with other people but I don’t want that and it kills me so damn much.

I look up, fanning my face as I try to not cry. I’m puffing air out my mouth as well. Oh God, how does a man make me feel this way?

And how can that same man not care about how I feel? I guess I indeed have a reason not be in school on Wednesday or any day at all and it’s not because of what some random person told me. I try to steady my heavy breathing. I feel faint. These thoughts and newfound knowledge are weakening every fibre in my body.

After so long of us not being together, how can Killian not feel the same way? How could he already be with someone else? novelbuddy.cσ๓

And why?