KIMMY FUCKING SOLONG.

I was minding my own business, you know, getting out of my own way to help people who struggled with subjects as the student record people advised, saying it could relieve some stress or whatnot. When one particular person took advantage of my 'outstanding' services and that person was none other than, Kimmy Solong.

The girl who held a curse whenever she was around. She really disappointed me as a human being and I would never in a million years want to be her friend, she just really makes our human race look so disappointing and daunting.

I mean don't get me wring, she is a girl, but sometimes she behaves like she's a fucking circus clown always making problems and causing chaos practically wherever she went with that loud mouth of hers. How the hell was Kimmy Solong meant to cope in the future with her husband and kids? Assuming she even will have a family, or a future for that matter.

I was bloody stressed dealing with that girl and her stupid attempts of flirting with me while we were in a situation of trying to remember and recite what square numbers were. I really do not understand how she does AP calculus if she doesn't even understand the basic AP calculations.

It doesn't make sense.

Then again nothing with Kimmy Solong makes sense. That girl was a mystery, like a pretty face behind an ugly mask. I doubt it was pretty though, maybe she's both ugly inside and out.

The inner thoughts of my mind had been disapproving of my view of her. They both held worth discussions as of she was considered beautiful to begin with. I mean, yes she did have a nice pair of green eyes which reminds me of an Acacia forest and those chubby cheeks that you'd just want to squeeze and-

What was I doing?

I was getting ahead of myself. There is no way in a million years that I'd ever consider Kimmy Solong to be someone as close to me. Not when she was considered a curse which destroys anything or anywhere she goes. That bloody curse she has on her was confirmed real the moment that girl killed Walter Brown in Sophomore year... just by talking to him.

I'm surprised I haven't died yet. But to gain a more good reputation and excellent school record I'd have to tutor Kimmy solong, regardless of a curse.

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"Leave me alone," I grumbled, side-stepping her.

I continued walking towards my next class, before I heard the sounds of desperate crying coming from the direction I just came from. I didn't have to even turn to know who was causing that awful crying.

"Waah! Waah! Dorian Foster is bullying me!" She sobbed fakely, but loud enough for the whole corridor to hear. This made everyone hoot at me for apparently as Kimmy kindly put it 'bullying' her, which I never even did.

I stopped in my tracks and turned my body slightly to give Kimmy a sharp yet heated glare.

"I never did such thing!"

"Liar!" She hissed, walking slowly towards me. "You called me a curse and spat in my face before leaving me!"

Everyone gasped, I gave them all a heated gaze pissed, they all shrugged before I returned my heated gaze towards Kimmy Solong who standed a centimetre apart from my tall height.

Impressive, to say the least.

"Listen you-" weasel, "I never did anything to you, or said anything which would insult your name in a vile manner. So do not put bullying in the same sentence as my name okay!"

She pouted, before rekindling a smile after a few minutes. "I know, I just wanted your attention," she explained.

My eye twitched, before I scoffed at her and began waking away slowly from her. She immediately caught up beside me and kept chatting me up about how we were friends now.

Unbelievable.

"So what do you like to do Dorian?" She chirped quite loudly.

"Why are you asking?" I huffed in annoyance, turning a corner.

She followed me in that corner, using both her pointy fingers to boop with one another. This reminded me of those anime characters but I didn't let it get to me, everything with her was animated to be honest.

"I'm not sure, I just wanted to know what you do," she suddenly hopped along in excitement.

Jesus, how much crack is this girl on?

"Well, I don't really do much, except for playing games," I confessed.

When I turned to face her, she had been smiling widely the cracks of her teeth visible at high noon. I watched her incredulously as she kept hopping along like a pre-schooler and grinning like that damn Totoro cat.

"You see! I've been telling you all these years, you and I are really alike!" She clapped her hands, standing in front of me. "I play games too and I..."

I looked over her shoulder, humming at her without realising what she had just said. I grew bored with her responses, my eyes travelling down the corridors at the teacher who I had been looking everywhere for.

She kept blabbering about some Retro video game store, but I paid no mind before I pushed past her, roughly, running towards the teacher who was heading into their classroom.

The door shut in my face, as I knocked a few times before earning a response from inside, couldn't really hear quickly but I assumed it was a 'Come in'.

So that's what I had did, walking in and watching Miss Holdem stand at her desk with some papers in her hand. I gulped at the papers before my eyes met her steely ones.

"Dorian... if your here for your papers then your right on time."

Something in her tone worried me, but I disregarded it and walking further into the room. The atmosphere feeling intense around me, but I still walked closer towards her.

"Alright, so how did I do?" I begun. "The last few questions were quite difficult I'd have to admit," I stubbornly chuckled.

She sneered at me. "Actually I think you struggled on mostly everything," she turned one of the papers around and flashed it in my face.

Shock held my face as I parted my lips widely and stared at the big fat F on my history paper staring right at me. How could this be? I studied so damn hard for this!

"Is there something you would like to tell me? Like why it's your first time failing this exam? You do know this was the most important one, right?" She questioned, with a sneer.

I hooded my eyes, giving no response.

"I see, so you're a mute now, huh?" She started. "Well that's ok. You can tell Principal Adams why you've failed today."

"I-" I kept short. "I don't understand."

"What's there not to understand? You've failed."

"But how? I worked so hard for this exam! I put in all the effort and hours to make sure it pays off! How the fuck did I-"

"Language," she warns.

"Sorry."

"Listen kid," she begins. "Sometimes it doesn't go as planned. Sometimes some things can go wrong. But knowing you, I'm sure something must've hit you hard in the exam, maybe something which distracted you that day, or the morning before the exam."

The morning of the exam?

As if a little flashback had entered my mind, I had already been biting my inner cheeks and clenching my fists hard when I just realised who had annoyed me that earlier morning. The same one who's distracted me practically every other morning.

And it was none other than Kimmy Solong.

"Well?" She insists. "Any clue to what may have distracted you?"

There was a knock on the door. Miss Holdem sighed, before looking over my shoulder and yelling 'Come in' loud enough.

The door squeaked open and the same sounds of heels clacking against the wooden flooring had made me irked for the fourth time today making me regret what I was to do next.

"Hey, Misss Holdem I just wanted to let you know that Mr Parakeet was going on annual leave pretty soon and-"

"Don't you get a break?"

Miss Holdem flinched at my sudden harshness. I couldn't believe myself, but I kept cursing and slowly turned around to face the cause of my problems, fully.

"I'm sorry?" She chuckled. "What do you mean by that-"

I repeated it again. "I said, don't you get a break?"

"I'm-"

"You seriously get a laugh out of this right?" I taunted, clicking my tongue. "Ruining people's lives, I mean."

She looked behind her at Miss Holdem to help speak for her. I'm guessing she's decided to go introvert mode all of a sudden.

A few seconds past when I notice and turn slightly to notice Miss Holdem nervously glancing in between us. She chooses not to butt in.

Good.

She furrowed her eyebrows at her when she realised she wasn't going to help her.

Her green eyes suddenly flickered back to mine when she realised it was just between us. Those green eyes soon swirled to a hate of basil, which I particularly hated.

"I don't understand, Dorian."

"Then understand!" I shouted.

"Understand how I don't like you, understand how I don't like your stupid curse and you being around me and ruining my life every chance you get... Understand that!"

Kimmy's face morphed into one of many fears. She held her tears with her hands wiping them away, before she spoke with me with the hurt pooling around in her bloodshot red eyes.

"I‐I'm just trying to be a f-friend for you."

"I don't need a friend. I don't need you to be my friend. So do me a favor and please leave me the fuck alone," I snarled.

I didn't notice she left the door open which had some students looking in as they awaited for their next classes. I didn't notice how they had all been laughing at our sudden argument and much rather at the person who had lost this fight, which was kimmy.

"I didn't know of t-that," she whispered faintly, for some reason I heard it.

"Well now you do."

"O-okay," she scrunched her skirt with her fingertips, the tears flooding from her eyes finally.

The cheers and laughter from behind her existed as an oxymoron in her world, since she was the opposite of what was going on right now.

I kept watching her, feeling myself heated and annoyed for some reason.

The brunette had finally broken apart in front of me, without me even lifting a finger. That same animated smile had dissolved completely into a complete trainwreck, baffling me.

And before I knew it,
she had ran away.

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// I dislike Dorian rn. Anyways, next chapter will be Kimmy's and mostly Kimmy's until I decide a switch.

Lemme know what you thought of the main chapter!

-Lolly.