Hey Pretty People🎀,

I hope you're all doing well! I'm here with  Chapter 2 of ‘KAYA: THE SECOND VICTIM OF THE DEVIL’.

NOTE 1.0 : [ IMPORTANT, MUST READ]
( This story will have multiple POVs )
You might feel that the initial chapters of this story, especially the first three or four, don’t make sense or may even seem boring,  etc etc. Trust me when I say that everything will make more sense than ever as the story unfolds. Keep faith in me for a little longer because the story will get just better chapter by chapter, paragraph by paragraph, line by line.
As for romance, comedy, and horror—take a chill pill! Everything will be introduced at the right time and in the right way to create the best final dish.

HAPPY READING!

Kaya’s POV :

Eyes, a deep shade of greenish hazel—like secrets wrapped in warm sunlight. They didn’t just look at me; they invited me in, with a depth promising to tell a thousand stories.

Tousled chestnut hair, slightly windswept, looked perfect. Despite the few drops of sweat lingering on his forehead, nose, and chin, he appeared as handsome as ever—a perfect combination of gentleness and manliness in his features.

His jawline, sharp yet softened by a natural gentleness. I was taking in every single detail of him—his nose, freckles, lips, and cheek—as if closing my eyes would make him disappear.

Charm is the first word that came to my mind to describe him— the kind that lingers like a line from a favorite poem. He was giving old Hollywood with colors and a spark of new time.

He looked like a dream in which anyone would want to lose themselves—a beautiful daydream.

And I was fortunate enough to experience this.

A minute passed. “Are you okay, little miss? ”

Huh? Little miss? Did he just give me a nickname? I couldn't speak.

I felt an instant rush of heat on both of my cheeks, I really blushed. Hormones, hormones, it’s all those goddamn hormones. But the last time I checked I wasn’t in my ovulating period… doesn’t matter.

None of my romance books ever made me blush this fast. He noticed that too

He waved his hand in front of my face, I finally blinked gulping down my saliva, a sudden break in watching him.

“Did it hurt you too much? May I take you to the medical room? Does it hurt a lot? ” He asked.

Ow It did hurt me, but I am fine now.

Oww, okay. Then it still hurts, you can take me to the medical room.

As I said, it does.

The answers were ready in my mind, eager to roll off my tongue. But I couldn’t let them do so. Embarrassment?

The awkwardness of the situation?

Or shyness?

Or nervousness?

Wouldn’t be wrong if I said all of them gripped me tight.

In one word, I was dumbstruck.

“I am sorry on behalf of my friends; we should have been more careful. ”

Responsible man. Don’t you dare apologize! Your friends, blame it all on them.

I was still silent. Then again he spoke after observing for a moment too long.

“Okay, I understand. I am sorry, but let me know if you want an apology treat. I’ll be around here.” He said, glancing at the basketball court.

Don’t be sorry for coming in front of me.

Apology treat? Great!

But wait a second? He was speaking differently. He was now waving his hands, making movements with his fingers.

Hold on, Does he think I am mute? Mute? What?

I may act polite in front of strangers (though sometimes I end up ranting with them for an eternity, but that’s not the point), but I can shoot fireworks and let blue bubbles of conversation flow once I sense the other person giving off a positive aura.

I have never been so utterly embarrassed in the past sixteen years of my life.

And right then he did something which not everybody does. He pointed towards my shoes, my ‘blue beauties’ and said, “ Your shoes are pretty, by the way.”

Thanks.

He praised my shoes. Do you hear me? He praised my shoes! To others, my shoes are way too childish, sparkly, or glittery, out of fashion, so not everybody likes them. But he did.

A smile made its way to my lips before I could stop it.

What a gentleman! And, also, then he smiled.

Rain without asking for clouds.

Dimples. Freaking dimples. Two of them. And his smile? Smooth, British, and effortlessly charming.

Damn myself, damn that basketball, damn everything on earth. Damn, that smile’s gonna be the end of me.

He wasn’t just handsome — he was captivating. And I was captivated by him.

He turned to Laura who was by then back by my side with cold water. He said something to her and left. He didn't look back at me.

The film ended. The dream ended. Laura came, checked me head to toe, and brushed all dirt and dust with her hands and her neatly pressed handkerchief.

She asked me if I was okay with worrying as if I was a little kid and she was my mother. I gave a short nod.

She took me to class holding that cold water bottle on my head. I didn’t argue back as well; I was too embarrassed to look anywhere and meet those mocking stares that were on me until Miss Gimlore’s arrival. I also ignored the laughs I heard when I fell.

Laura didn’t leave me out of her sight for the rest of my time in school, keeping a sharp eye on me all day like a mother hen.

But a teeny tiny problem occurred during Miss Gilmore’s class. I zoned out…because… because I was thinking about him, okay, and I am not guilty of that.

As expected she caught me with her eyes sharp as a vulture.

“Kaya?”

I kept staring at nowhere until Laura nudged me and brought me back to reality. “Miss Gilmore is calling you, Kaya. Stand up.”

I stood up instantly. “Yes, Miss Gilmore?” I gave a sweet smile that didn’t reach Miss Gilmore's eyes.

“Tell me what I was explaining,” she commanded.

Jesus? Save me from this woman.

“Huh? Me?”

“Is there any other Kaya in this classroom? Or Mr. and Mrs Johansson deprived us from getting sweet celebrating twin birth?”

“No, no. Okay, Miss Gilmore,” I replied.

This bloody woman. I don’t want any second-hand embarrassment after what happened in the court. Annoying. I remembered from earlier five minutes that she was talking about electromagnetism.

“Electromagnetism is one of the four fundamental forces of nature…..how electric charges interact with each……other, while opposite charges attract. Basis for static electricity, like when you rub a balloon on your hair and it sticks. Fun right? I do it every time with my brother’s hair to send it to the ceiling for decoration. ”

A few laughs rang out across the room until Miss Gilmore’s glare silenced them all.

“Electric Fields: An electric field is a region around a—”

“Sit.” I survived, good.

In the next second she turned my world upside down. “Bring your parents tomorrow.”

I didn’t survive, bad. But what was wrong? After a second it clicked me. She was talking about the electromagnetic spectrum, and I was giving a glance at the whole thing. And that woman, a horrible woman, caught it.

Told you her eyes are sharp as a vulture. And ears? Sharp as rabbit.

“What are you going to do, Kaya? How are going to tell uncle and aunty that their good girl daughter been a bad girl and got them an invitation from that demon?”

Where is he? He is a student here right?

“I have an idea.” Laura jumped, still holding the cold water bottle to my head.

“Let’s blame it on that pretty boy. He got you hurt, he was good-looking though, but if that gets you off the hook with your house council, it’s fine.”

Blame whom? That innocent gentleman ? No way.

I took Laura's hand ignoring her plan and started walking toward the hallway. As we stepped in front of the hallway, I noticed a poster on the wall: “Transfer Students Homecoming.”

“This is what I was trying to remember but forgot. It’s the transfer students' enrollment intake. It was supposed to be on September 1st, but this year it’s a week late. That’s why there are more people than usual.”

“Transfer students. New transfer students .” I repeated the words to myself.

So he is a transfer student. That’s why I never saw him before.

“Let’s go inside,” I announced.

“No,” Laura replied.

“Why not?”

“Our lunch break is over.” Saying this, she dragged me way from the crowd, heading straight to the classroom.

“Mummy! I’m home!” I called out before heading straight to my room.

“Don’t you want to have something first? You never go upstairs before sitting in front of the television and watching ‘Powerpuff Girls’ unless I push you!” Mummy inquired.

“Later.” Once inside my room, I quickly set my bag aside, picked out my clothes, and headed to the bathroom to shower and refresh myself.

Him.

Him.

Him.

As the water cascaded down like torrential rain, all I could think of was him. His hair, eyes, nose, lips, jersey, and smile flashed through her eyes like a slideshow.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror. Looking at my reflection, own yet foreign. This… this whole situation was different, foreign, and shockingly good. It was awkward yet enchanting, like ‘Notting Hill’. By the way, I’ve watched it more than twenty times.

I touched the spot on my head where i had been hurt and a low hiss escaped my lips. But a smile replaced that as soon as I remembered him.

Surprisingly, I wasn’t mad about being hit by a basketball in front of the whole school. If it had been any other time, I would have cried, complained to Papa and brother, and taught that person a lesson for playing carelessly or for being unlucky enough to hit me.

But I felt grateful that it had happened.

However, disappointment washed over as I remembered I didn’t know anything about him until now.

The shower was over, and so was my decision-making. I smiled at my reflection, blew air into the mirror glass, and wrote with my finger:

‘I will find you, Mr. Daydream.’

This was my only mission. For now? I don't know yet. But back to reality, I had to tell my mummy about the special parent-teacher meeting arranged by Miss Gilmore.

“Mummy! I am hungry, please give me something to eat.”  I said settling on my chair at the dinning table.

“Where was this hunger when you practically ran upstairs?” Mummy teased.

“Mummy! Please, not now. I am hungry.”

“Fine.” She chuckled throwing her hands up in the air, showing sign of submission.

“You know, you should visit my school.” I calmly spoke gulping down all my fear with the food for what awaited next.

“Why?”

“Umm…Not only you, papa too.” Mummy raised her eyebrow at hearing the new information. I continued, “ You know, maybe Miss Gilmore misses you two.”

Mummy gave an ‘are-you-serious-right-now’ expression. “Well, I was a bit unmindful in Miss Gilmore’s class.”

“Who’s class?” Mummy’s eyebrows were almost touching her forehead, not out of anger though. The shock was apparent in her voice as she started at me for assurance. She was worried because she knew Miss Gilmore.

How? Of-course she would know, I am the one who blabber about my whole day to mummy every single day.

She didn’t ask how, when, and why.

Because she knows me, and also that lady who always gives ‘Ursula’ from ‘The Little Mermaid’, none other than Miss Gilmore. No wonder why her husband-Former husband couldn't live with her. He could have taken two or three with him, or just meet with them on a regular basis. Yeah yeah, they have six children together. It must have been hard for her too, doing everything all alone. All the bit of softness I have for her is because of this reason.

Anyways. No bitching about people.

“We will talk again after your papa arrives, hmm?” She said after thinking for a while, but as soon as she touched my head to shuffle my hair I almost jumped in pain.

“Goodness! What happened?” She exclaimed in worry as she again touched the swelled place, but this time, gentle enough to not to cause me pain.

“Actually, I hit a basketball. No no, A basketball hit me very hard, right before Miss Glimore’s class.” I took a pause, calculating if I need to speak more.

“Laura did hold cold water bottle on it but looks like it hasn’t improved.”I added.

“Go to your room and rest.” I listened at turned my heels to leave.” Mummy?” I called.

“Hmm?”

“I need anoth-”I stopped midway as I spotted the ice bag on her hand. Aw, this is what mothers do. I blew a flying kiss to her to which she gave me a smile that reached her eyes.

“Go to your room, I am coming within a while.”

The soft mattress dipped below me as I slumped on my bed, plus the pillows and cushions soft as feather, It was pushing me into the slumber land, and before I knew, I already drifted off.

But except feeling mummy’s fingers running through my hair while holding the ice bag on my head the only thought that crossed my mind was about him. Only him.

Oh, Mr. Daydream, What. Are. You. Doing. To. Me?

To be continued…

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