"Why are we here Lan?" I fold my hands waiting for him to speak. He sent a note in class to meet him at the love garden during lunchtime so here we are.

"What's so important that you have to make me skip lunch?" I don't give him chance to feel comfortable around me since he decided that being an ass hole to my boyfriend was cool.

His pretty eyes flicker around the scene, I'm not sure what they're searching for but he hesitates to speak.

"Alright, I'm done" I announce throwing my hands up. He grabs me before I can.

"I'm so sorry K, I've been a douchebag to you and everyone recently. And it's because I didn't make it to the competition... Dad has been on my neck ever since, the pressure is unbearable" he falters in his last words choking up tears.

"I'm tired" he whispers amidst the silence, my heart melts for him.

"Landon" I squeak in tenderness drawing closer, my shaky hands raising his face to mine.

"It's okay, you're gonna be fine. You remember what I told you about not letting him get to you?"

He doesn't respond but I continue. "This is not your last chance to prove yourself, Lan, you're still the best hundred meters sprinter our school's ever got and you'll seize your opportunity when it presents" I assure him.

"How do I do that when I'll soon be ripped out of school?!"

"What? How do you mean?"

"He's threatening to pull me out of here to study business abroad. He's already processing my papers K."

My hands fall to my side. The feeling of nostalgia engulfs me at the thought of not having Landon around anymore. We'll be countries apart. How do I cope with such?

"That can't happen, Lan, you can't let him do that to you, at least let him understand that?!" I whine, my heart is heavy.

He's pulling at his hair "I know that K and I don't wanna leave you. I don't wanna leave May blossom high, at least not yet. I promised myself I'd win that gold medal and I will" he heaves.
At this moment we're both puffing off hot air and this is not the proper place to do so.

I grab his hand to the old dilapidated restroom avoiding the number of stares we were getting.

"Why are we here?" He looks confused.

"You wanna let people know you're having a meltdown?... I don't think so"

"I'm not having a meltdown. I just_"

"I'll miss you if you leave" I confess. I don't care if it came off wrongly. I just had to bare my thoughts before it'll be too late.

"Please don't leave me... We've been here for each other since we began to crawl and I'm sorry I haven't been there for you as a friend but I can't think of you in a different country. We were supposed to go to college together, remember?"

He nods, holding my shoulder. I feel so little as he does that. "I swear to you Kendall Levy, I'll never leave you for anywhere else. I'd rather be disowned by my dad than leave you here all alone... You get that?" He says in his most serious yet assuring tone.

He's looking into my eyes probably waiting for my reply, I nod in agreement feeling my heart pound at such proximity. We gaze into each other's eyes, reading the promises and friendships we've built over the years.

He sinks his left hand in my dark hair, gathering a bunch of it.

"I love your hair... It's silky" he whispers with full concentration.

"You've said that like a million times"

"I did?" He chuckles softly.

"You used to grab a bunch of it whenever you're upset and caress it till you fall asleep"

"I remember those days when dad was being a jerk. I'd rush to your house in tears"

"But the colors changed a little, there weren't brown streaks in it"

I shut my eyes and let out a soft moan as his fingers massage my scalp, rubbing in circles.

He tips my head backward and before I realized what was happening he's closes the gap between us and plants a light wet kiss on my lips.

My brain nerves erupt in surprising sparks, signaling through my neurons to every needed part of my being.

I peel my eyes open to see his now darker passionate eyes watching my lips like a predator, waiting to know how I'd react. When I slide my lips open, his expression gathers and he deepens the kiss, this time.

It was everything I imagined it to be, sparks, fire, butterflies, tender yet possessive, and Landon.

He realizes I won't stand long as he aids my back to the nearby wall and fist on my neck. His hands are still in place. Oh, what a gentleman... I wonder.

I don't want it to end, I don't want this moment I've wished for my entire life to end in mere seconds. We indeed weren't thinking straight but I've waited too long for this and it feels better than I imagined. It's forever gonna be the best moment of my life. I don't know about Landon.

His lips tug at mine, taunting and nipping. When he bites them softly, I know I'm a goner. Every part of me feels sensations, my head is heavy and I can't think straight.

My phone blares us back to reality as I struggle to tear myself from him.

It's mum on the line, I pluck it out of my pocket. "Hey, mum," I say breathlessly.

"Have you seen or heard from your brother Jordan?" She asks in a hurry. I roll my eyes in frustration. It will always be Jordan causing one ruckus or the other. What a problem child.

"No I haven't, he's not at school?"

"He isn't, his teacher called and said he hasn't been in school for two days. How should I know your brother skipped classes after dropping him off? Now we can't find him anywhere and his friends know nothing about his disappearance" mum worries.

"Mum, I'm at school, can you get Mikey to help look for him please?" I sigh, watching Landon from my peripheral as he concentrates on a dry leave on the broken German floor. He still looks dashing by the way.

I know deep down he's regretting his actions and will try to construct an apology for me. But I'll beat him to it.

"Kendal are you listening?!" Mum yells from over the line.

"Yeah mum, what did you say?"

"You come back very early and stay home while Mikey and I look for your brother in case he returns, so you can call us okay?" I respond with a yes and the line goes dead.

Landon raises his gaze at me. "Jordan again?" He starts.

"Yeah, he's started one of his attention-seeking shenanigans again. He's been missing from school for two days and mum thinks I'll have an idea of where he is"

"That's frustrating. I think Jordan needs attention at this point because I remember being like him."

"Hell, he gets more than that from everyone"

"What he gets are watchful eyes making sure he doesn't mess up again, that's not attention!" Landon argues, pocketing his hands. We both stay quiet for a millisecond. "So..." He starts and my belly churns in fear.

"We shouldn't have done that" I rushed in.

His expression changes, "Why?... Well_ not why but I understand. I'm with Jess and you're with King" he gestures before folding his hands.

"Exactly...it's just the... In the spur of the moment" I add. He nods in understanding. "Well we should_" he motions to the door.

I follow his direction as we join the rest for the remainder of lunch.

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On our way home King doesn't seem to like the fact that his celebrity mum and her crew will be selecting some students for a short filmed reality show about high schoolers.

After the meeting with principal Habril letting him know he doesn't have to audition for any role due to the influence of his mother, He's been feeling threatened and exposed like his days of privacy will be cut short.

That's all we've ever talked about, his mother's impulsiveness, the show, and how he hates it to the core. I'm sulking by his side on our way home. I had to leave earlier than required because of Jordan.

King saw that as a good opportunity to bail classes for the rest of the day so he had his driver take us home. But I'm not in the mood for his childish banter.

"I don't see anything wrong with the show you know," I say plainly.

His aggressive eyes stare at me. "You don't?... Does that mean you're gonna audition for it?" He asks.

I shrug in uncertainty "Maybe"

"That's exactly what I'm talking about, there's nothing creative about a reality show. How many of them are educative? It'll only get innocent girls like you so engrossed in wanting to be famous and loud"

"Is football educative? No, it's not but we love to watch it. It's entertainment King, it doesn't have to be lesson driven, and besides, why would the school authority approve it if it won't be beneficial to us?" I pin him with my heavy look.

He searched for words to say but couldn't.
"Hey I get your phobia for cameras but some people love what you hate. Girls like Yvonne Novald, Crème Delarius, and the rest of them would die for an opportunity like that. It's for the portfolios" I assure, rubbing his hand.

"Don't you care about it too?" He asks.

"Not really, I'm more of a college person than paparazzi kind" we both laugh. His driver stops at the side road leading to my balcony. We both get down and head inside.

The door swings open and Mikey is tearing open a snack, shirtless.

"Mikey!" I was startled. "What are you doing at home? Weren't you supposed to be with mum searching for Jordan?" I ask walking inside with King behind me.

Mikey doesn't look my way, his gaze is at King-Cairo, chewing on his biscuits and glaring at my boyfriend behind me.

"Mikey!!!" I yell, and he finally looks my way.

"Someone had to stay home before you get here. Thought you weren't gonna make it so I called Landon" he says nonchalantly, moving back to his TV binge.

I scream in my head. What would the image of Landon and King in the same room look like? Especially after the kiss? I touch my lips unconsciously.

"Why would you do that? He has a lot on his plate so why disturb him with our family problems?!" I yell.

"Well your boyfriend doesn't seem to mind involving him, so why would Brookes mind?" Mikey says.

"That's because I love Kenny and I'd do anything for her!" King states.

My brother glares at him and chuckles in mockery.
I hate him!

I take King's hand and lead him up to my room. I'm not gonna let him stay around my toxic brother.

"Why does he hate me?"

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