bet.
“ No . Not intentionally. I lost my scarf and he helped me retrieve it,” I said defensively, while Calliope shrugged her shoulders unconvinced.
My skin crawled after a mere glance in his direction. I could sense his revulsion of my very presence, as if I had imposed on his turf.
“He’s probably just a stuck up trust fund baby, who cares,” Calliope hissed, running her fingers through her straight black hair.
“Cal is right, sort of . People give dirty looks all the time,” Marla said with a sympathetic head tilt and pat on the shoulder.
“Okay, who wants to grab some juice? I need a boost,” Marla squeaked.
“You guys go ahead. I’m taking off,” I huffed.
“Do you want a ride home?” Calliope kindly offered.
“No, I’m okay. Just a little worn out.”
“Call us if you need anything,” Marla hugged me tightly.
“What would I do without you two?” I gasped as Marla released me from her embrace. Calliope tossed her car keys and I reached to catch them midair.
“Thanks, Cal.” I was grateful to have such caring friends.
“Oh, I forgot to mention, I dropped off our parking pass apps. It shouldn’t take too long now,” Marla illuminated.
“It’s about time! I’d like to be chauffeured around for a change,” Calliope snarled.
“And soon you will, Miss Karsten,” I replied, bowing playfully.
On that note, we parted ways.
“So what kind of drink are we talking about?” Calliope asked as she and Marla strolled off toward York Lanes, the campus retail center. It was actually one of the first places Marla had introduced me to during orientation week. Leave it to Marla to gravitate toward a retail center.
I made my way toward the parking lot. Naturally, Calliope had parked by the farthest side of campus, closest to Tait McKenzie, her new found haven.
At York University’s Keele Campus, I felt like I was in a mini city of its own accord. I took the scenic path behind the student center toward the track center. Surrounded by green grass, an abundance of maple trees, and humungous geese occasionally perused the campus.
Only inches from Calliope’s car door, I heard a familiar voice.
“Xenia,” Kiran whispered, catching me off guard.
“ Holly crap , Kiran,” I said, desperately trying to compose myself.
“I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“You don’t have to talk to me, you know,” I snarled. “That is, if you’re going to ignore me in front of your friends.”
“That’s what I came to talk to you about. I didn’t mean to ignore you, but it was for your own good.”
“What are you talking about? A simple wave would have been good.”
“You don’t understand who I associate with.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“It’s a little complicated ,” he replied.
“I can do complicated.”
Kiran smiled in amusement, but his eyes remained troubled.
“Give me a lift home?” he asked. “I’ll explain along the way.”
I rested my backside on Calliope’s door and spun the keys between my fingers.
“Well?” Kiran edged closer in anticipation.
“I don’t even know you. You could be a kidnapper for all I know.”
“I’m mildly offended, Xenia.” Kiran’s phony frown slowly turned into a smile. He was immensely entertained. “First of all, you’re not a kid and second of all, I could have you willingly.”
“Ugh, conceited much? All right, fine ,” I groaned. I was eager to find out what Kiran had to say.
“So you agree then? I could have you willingly.”
“No, but you can have a ride.”
“I’d like a ride,” he winked, playfully.
“Do you always twist people’s words around?” I snarled, while unlocking the car doors with the remote.
“Only on special occasions,” he smiled big showing his pearly whites as he opened the passenger door.
I put the car in reverse and Kiran offered directions. “Make a
“ No . Not intentionally. I lost my scarf and he helped me retrieve it,” I said defensively, while Calliope shrugged her shoulders unconvinced.
My skin crawled after a mere glance in his direction. I could sense his revulsion of my very presence, as if I had imposed on his turf.
“He’s probably just a stuck up trust fund baby, who cares,” Calliope hissed, running her fingers through her straight black hair.
“Cal is right, sort of . People give dirty looks all the time,” Marla said with a sympathetic head tilt and pat on the shoulder.
“Okay, who wants to grab some juice? I need a boost,” Marla squeaked.
“You guys go ahead. I’m taking off,” I huffed.
“Do you want a ride home?” Calliope kindly offered.
“No, I’m okay. Just a little worn out.”
“Call us if you need anything,” Marla hugged me tightly.
“What would I do without you two?” I gasped as Marla released me from her embrace. Calliope tossed her car keys and I reached to catch them midair.
“Thanks, Cal.” I was grateful to have such caring friends.
“Oh, I forgot to mention, I dropped off our parking pass apps. It shouldn’t take too long now,” Marla illuminated.
“It’s about time! I’d like to be chauffeured around for a change,” Calliope snarled.
“And soon you will, Miss Karsten,” I replied, bowing playfully.
On that note, we parted ways.
“So what kind of drink are we talking about?” Calliope asked as she and Marla strolled off toward York Lanes, the campus retail center. It was actually one of the first places Marla had introduced me to during orientation week. Leave it to Marla to gravitate toward a retail center.
I made my way toward the parking lot. Naturally, Calliope had parked by the farthest side of campus, closest to Tait McKenzie, her new found haven.
At York University’s Keele Campus, I felt like I was in a mini city of its own accord. I took the scenic path behind the student center toward the track center. Surrounded by green grass, an abundance of maple trees, and humungous geese occasionally perused the campus.
Only inches from Calliope’s car door, I heard a familiar voice.
“Xenia,” Kiran whispered, catching me off guard.
“ Holly crap , Kiran,” I said, desperately trying to compose myself.
“I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“You don’t have to talk to me, you know,” I snarled. “That is, if you’re going to ignore me in front of your friends.”
“That’s what I came to talk to you about. I didn’t mean to ignore you, but it was for your own good.”
“What are you talking about? A simple wave would have been good.”
“You don’t understand who I associate with.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“It’s a little complicated ,” he replied.
“I can do complicated.”
Kiran smiled in amusement, but his eyes remained troubled.
“Give me a lift home?” he asked. “I’ll explain along the way.”
I rested my backside on Calliope’s door and spun the keys between my fingers.
“Well?” Kiran edged closer in anticipation.
“I don’t even know you. You could be a kidnapper for all I know.”
“I’m mildly offended, Xenia.” Kiran’s phony frown slowly turned into a smile. He was immensely entertained. “First of all, you’re not a kid and second of all, I could have you willingly.”
“Ugh, conceited much? All right, fine ,” I groaned. I was eager to find out what Kiran had to say.
“So you agree then? I could have you willingly.”
“No, but you can have a ride.”
“I’d like a ride,” he winked, playfully.
“Do you always twist people’s words around?” I snarled, while unlocking the car doors with the remote.
“Only on special occasions,” he smiled big showing his pearly whites as he opened the passenger door.
I put the car in reverse and Kiran offered directions. “Make a
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