The crashing of Ken's phone to the floor wasn't loud enough to distract Miranda and her lover from their passionate kiss.
"Damn, you make me so wet!" Miranda whisper-yelled after pulling away for a while. She moaned and reconnected her lips, her fingers digging into the boy's black sweater.
The blonde haired pressed her against himself and mumbled "I can kiss you down there." He dipped his hand in between her thighs.
"Miranda!" Ken thundered, announcing his presence.
The duo instantly broke away and turned around to face Ken who had a clenched fist and a tightened jaw.
Miranda moved away from the boy and pulled her skimpy red dress down to her thighs.
"Ken? When did you get here?" she asked with her gaze fixed on him
Ken was stunned by her composure, the way she was holding up his malicious stare, and the firmness in her voice.
"What the hell are you doing with this guy Miranda?" he exploded and began hurrying toward the blonde-haired.
Miranda quickly stepped in and stretched both her hands forward, preventing the hot-blooded Ken from reaching the blonde-haired.
Ken's eyes fell on her hands. He arched his brow and a disappointing look covered his face. "Why are you obstructing my way?"
The blonde haired broke into a dry laugh and moved away from the wall. He walked up to the scene and pushed Miranda aside. He stood before Ken, his chin up.
"So what were you gonna do huh? Did you want to hit me? Go ahead and hit me?" he said and gave Ken a soft push on the chest.
When Ken angrily scampered toward him, he wanted to grab the plastic vase on the table and smash it against his head. He wanted to launch several kicks on the blonde haired before demanding who he was but now, it was as if his confidence had jumped through the open window, and to crown it all, Miranda seemed not to be on his side.
The blonde haired sniffled and eyed Ken from head to toe. He placed both his hands on his waist and shook his head. Ken's face was covered by his broad chest.
"Leave." the blonde-haired spat.
The boy might be a bit older or bigger but Ken was not going to let some random guy take his girl and send him out like a stray dog. There was no time to chicken out.
Ken turned to his right and caught the unbothered Miranda rubbing her palms tenderly. He stared into her hazel eyes and wasn't sure of what he was sensing but he knew that the affection she always had for him wasn't there, just a vagueness he couldn't explain.
"Just leave Ken. I don't want any drama here" Miranda blurted and crashed by the edge of her bed.
Ken rolled his teary eyes around in astonishment. Did Miranda just dismiss him? What happened to her delightful tone, the one she uses in professing to him how much she loves me? Why was she suddenly sounding frigid?
"You heard the lady. Ken or whatever you call yourself, just run along."
Ken lowered his head and held up the tears making their way to his cheeks. He heaved a deep sigh and faced the blonde-haired once again.
"I don't know what has gotten over Miranda or why she's acting this way but I'm not leaving here. She is my girlfriend." Ken stated confidently.
"Was your girlfriend." Miranda fired back and stood up. She began taking graceful steps toward Ken. The blonde haired teased him with a laugh.
Ken ran toward Miranda and held her hands. "Look at me Miranda," he said and guided her face towards him. She turned away.
Ken felt the organ in his chest wrecking into pieces. The tears he had been fighting so hard to retain in the last five minutes were rolling down his cheeks.
He took charge of Miranda's both hands. "If this is a game baby then stop it. I don't understand you."
Miranda pulled out her hands from his clutch and screamed. "Let go of me."
She took a few steps backward and when Ken wanted to bridge the gap, she stretched out her hand, creating a barrier.
"We are done, Ken. I'm no longer your girlfriend. I'm with Charlie now."
"Charlie?" Ken mumbled and turned to peek at the blonde-haired. "Who..what Charlie? Baby...I.."
Charlie pulled the stool beside the table and sat in the center of the spacious room.
"She's with me now." he professed with a blink.
Miranda walked past the star-struck Ken. she knelt and picked up his phone from the floor. She flipped it around. The screen was ruined. She walked back to Ken, forced his left palm open, and placed the phone in it.
"He'll need a new phone I guess," Charlie commented. "That's if he can afford it," he added with a chuckle.
Miranda smiled and walked up to Charlie. She stood beside him. He wrapped his arm around her waist. "You are right Charlie. That's if the poor boy can afford a new phone."
At that point, Ken needed confirmation from no one that the predicament before him wasn't a prank. He cleaned his teary eyes with the back of his trembling right palm.
"How could you do this to me Miranda?" he asked, his voice rippling. Miranda turned away without a reply.
"I love you, Miranda. I love you more than any..."
"Love love love!" Miranda thundered and Ken almost trembled in fear.
"I don't want your goddamn love. I deserve better Ken and I've realized that I can't get the life I deserve as long as I'm with you."
"I just got an offer from Harvard," Ken replied with a half smile and began hitting his damaged phone screen. "Wait, I'll show you the email. It's from Harvard."
"Congratulations Ken but that won't change a thing." Miranda fired back and flipped her hair.
Ken gasped and shut his eyes for a while hoping the bad dream will go away but when he opened his eyes, Charlie was still relaxing on that stool taunting him with a smile, his hand tied around Miranda's slender waist.
Miranda continued speaking "You have a potential Ken. That fact can't be denied." she pouted her lips and shook her head. "But you don't have a life with me."
Ken ran his hands through his hair and heaved a deep sigh. "Just wait till I get to Harvard Miranda. " I'll graduate then you and I will be together and live the life you want.
Miranda busted out laughing and Ken's jaw dropped.
"You want me to wait till you graduate from Harvard? Let's say maybe in five years or more. Oh, come on Ken that's silly."
"But...Miranda, what happened to you?" Ken stuttered.
Miranda had never complained about his status. She supported his vision and was ready to wait till he achieved his goal. What suddenly went wrong?
Charlie rose to his feet and cleared his throat. He moved closer to the confused and heartbroken Ken. "Miranda my love, you've said enough. I'll take it from here."
Charlie directed Ken's gaze with his finger to the window beside the entrance.
"Look over there, you see that?" A black-tinted sports car was parked in front of the lawn. Ken didn't notice it when he ran in earlier.
"That's my car. Or should I say one out of my luxurious cars?" Charlie boasted with a wink.
Ken swallowed some air and remained transfixed on the spot.
"Miranda is a damsel and she deserves to be treated like a queen. She's way above your class.."
Ken laughed mechanically and replied. "Just because you are rich doesn't mean you can have her love. Miranda is just confused and I know she belongs to me."
"Oh!" Charlie exclaimed with his right hand on his chest. "Quite a touching line. You..."
Charlie was still speaking when Ken nudged him aside and moved to the center of the room where Miranda stood.
He tried to keep her face in his hands but she pushed him aggressively and he almost landed on the hard floor with his butt.
"I said it's over between us Ken. Don't you get it? I love Charlie. He'll give me all I never got from you. I didn't get much aside from those pretty eyes of yours anyway."
"But...I...Harvard.." Ken stuttered.
"Even if you go to Harvard and graduate in years to come, Ken, you will never earn 1 million dollars in your life." Miranda spat.
Ken wanted to slump into a heap or worse still run out like a weakling but there was no time to chicken out. If he must leave, he would depart after putting up a good confrontation. He had sworn to fight for his Miranda after all.Now, Miranda was mocking him before her latest lover. She gives no damn about his admission to Harvard and she just told him that he would never earn a million dollars in his life. Hearing that comment from Miranda intensified the rate at which his heart was shredding into parts. What happened to the soft-spoken girl he fell madly in love with? Where was the girl who loved every damn thing about him? What happened to the love of his life? For how long had she been together with Charlie? Was she brainwashed? Dozens of thoughts kept running through his mind until Charlie brought him back to consciousness by striking his palms against each other, creating applause."Get your broke ass out of this room. Miranda and I have work to do." Charlie spat.Miranda plac
Miranda placed her left hand on her chest and drifted backwards with a gasp. She was forced to stop moving after hitting her back against the wall. Charlie lowered his head while Miranda watched as Ken and Cassie vanished. They stepped into the car and sped off. Ken didn't turn to look at her as she aspired."What the hell just happened?" Miranda managed to ask. She was still in shock.Charlie lifted his head with a sigh. "Well, it appears your boy just struck gold.""Damn it!" Miranda yelled and aggressively shoved the pieces of stuff on the table. The plastic vase, books and mug came crashing to the floor, creating a mess.Charlie walked up to her with astonishing eyes. "What is wrong with you babe?" He tried to grab her but she placed her hand on his chest, the way she did to Ken earlier."Stop acting like a jealous girlfriend," Charlie remarked and dropped on the stool."Now I'm acting like a jealous girlfriend?" She smirked and continued. "Oh come on Charlie, I'm not jealous. Tha
"Pull up here." Cassie ruled out to her chauffeur.The limousine had been moving for about ten minutes. The driver parked the car behind a restaurant and stepped out. Ken carefully took out his hand that had been entangled in Cassie's. She smiled lovingly at him and he immersed her in a warm hug."Thank you so much sister," he said, holding up the tears that had welled up in his eyes.She rubbed his back tenderly and replied. "Siblings don't have to thank each other Ken. You can count on your big sister anytime."They broke off the embrace. Cassie pulled out a tissue from her bag and passed it to Ken.He collected the tissue and pressed it to his eyes. "Thank you, Cassie," he mumbled and threw his back against the seat with a deep sigh.Cassie understood that dozens of thoughts were running through his mind at that moment so she remained silent. After a few minutes, she spoke, breaking the silence between them. Ken's forest green eyes were devoid of tears. "Seems like I arrived just
The ride from Boston to Cambridge wasn't a draining one for Ken. Feelings of anxiety and euphoria had enveloped him and all he wanted was to step foot at Harvard.He alighted at the bus station and pulled his luggage bag out of the vehicle. He had gotten a new bag. Ken roved his eyes around the busy station. People stood in groups. Some were getting off buses, others were rushing to get in."Wow!" he mumbled as his eyes magnified in astonishment. It is his first time in Cambridge. Ken heard about the city countless times and saw its beautiful architectural settings on television but now, he was standing on Cambridge soil.He held onto his school bag with one hand and pulled the luggage bag with the other hand. He shifted from the highway to a corner beside a restaurant. People littered the street and Ken concluded that the situation is so because it was Monday morning.Ken couldn't stop roving his green eyes around the bus station. It was damn busy."Harvard!" Ken heard a petite hai
Ken took languish steps toward his hostel, fighting very hard to withhold the tears welling up in his eyes. He imagined Miranda, laughing behind him while he vanish from her sight.He lowered his head and kept wondering whether Miranda had ever loved him for a moment. Again, she had just lashed out at him, stating that she was grateful she was with Charlie now.Ken sniffled as he walked down the straight path ahead of him, assessing Miranda's torturous statements. Maybe she's better off without him.After moving to Harvard, he had hoped that he'll get to move on quickly now that he's far away from her but it turns out that she made it to Harvard too.Ken sighed and marched toward his room. He opened the door and was greeted by its emptiness. His roommates had all gone out. He fell on his bed with his face feeling thankful that they weren't around to detect his discomfort.A few minutes later, his phone began to vibrate. Ken got up and pulled the device out of his bag."Cassie!" he gas
Ken lowered his head and held the ropes attached to his backpack with both hands. He was walking out of the hostel. He hurried into the lecture hall and settled at his favourite row; the first row. He could still sense the eyes of some students all over him. The young lecturer walked onto the hall and wrote an equation on the board. He flipped his marker. "So who is going to solve this problem for us?" There was pin drop silence.The lecturer began moving around the hall waving his blue marker. "You guys can't solve a mathematical problem? This is just the basics. Next semester, you'll be advancing to Medicine courses proper."No one spoke. The newbies kept exchanging blank glances. The lecturer returned to the front row. "Finally, we have a hand up. Come over here."Ken stood up and took the marker from the lecturer. He walked to the board and in less than two minutes, the equation was solved. Ken slowly turned around to face the class who were staring at him like an appetising m
Are you sure about this?" Mr Cameron asked Cassie for the umpteenth time."Yes dad." she acknowledged with a nod and went on stirring her tea with a spoon in circles.Her father sighed and went for the toasted bread on the dining table. "I can't promise you Cassie but I'll speak to a few of my contacts and get back to you."Cassie rose to her feet, pulled out her chair and rushed to her father. She wrapped her arms around him from behind. "Thank you so much, dad.""As I said, it's not a promise but I'll see what I can do about it." Cassie smiled and returned to her seat.After pondering about it several times, Cassie had just requested that her father have her transferred from the state university to Harvard.She smiled and took a sip from her tea mug, praying that the process works. When her father demanded the reason for requesting the transfer, Cassie had lied to him that she wasn't getting the best from the state university and she'll only get the standard of education she desir
Ken and Cassie stepped into the RUSTOM cafe beaming with smiles. They settled on the last booth, opposite each other.Cassie busted out laughing after dropping her transfer file on the square table. "Did you see their reaction after you read out from the file that I am now a student of Harvard?"Ken chuckled and waved at the waitress by the counter. "They didn't see the transfer coming and honestly, neither did I."Cassie grabbed the menu card on the table. "I spoke to my dad about the inter-university transfer last week and this morning, my acceptance letter from Harvard arrived."Ken motioned to the waitress to come closer. She leaned toward him and scribbled down the orders he was pointing at from the menu card. The waitress nodded and left."I guess that was the surprise you were talking about when you called me this morning?""Of course," Cassie said and roved her eyes around the cafe. "Well, now that I'm a student here, I'll need a tour of the campus."The plump waitress returne