I ate my sandwich
in peace, with only the birds for company. Here’s the thing about feelings: I felt
like I was ok out here, I felt like no one would catch me. Somehow my feelings
betrayed me, I looked up and out of the corner of my eye I saw blonde dreadlocks
moving through the bleachers. She was far enough away still that I could have
gotten up and left. I was just about to when she called my name.
“Blaine,” she waved. When I
looked at her I was stuck. My body froze, I was immobile. And then I did
something I could have sworn was someone else. I waved at her, when she saw I
was finally responding to her like a normal human, she gave me a mischievously
sexy grin. My heart stopped, could she be getting prettier? Was that even
possible? It was; the proof was walking toward me right now. She had her dreads
tied back, but some had escaped and were floating through the air as she quickened
her pace. Her shirt was red with the words Rasta written on it and Bob
Marley’s face within the lettering.
“I have been looking for you all
day,” she explained as she closed in. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of vulnerability
as she stood in front of me.
“Why?” I questioned.
“I don’t know really, I thought
maybe—we could talk more,” she shrugged. When she did a stray lock fluttered in
front of her face, making the sun reflect off of the golden highlights.
“Why would you want to talk to
me? It’s not like I give off the friendliest appearance,” I started gathering
my things. I was going to leave like I had with all the other people who had
tried to talk to me. If anything I needed to leave, she was causing me to
question my sanity.
“That’s the thing, I don’t think
you’re as mean as everyone thinks you are. There is no way someone who looks
like you could be that big of an asshole. You have pissed off a lot of people
today; it was funny hearing all the girls complain, saying you wouldn’t give
them the time of day. There was rumors spreading, everyone thinks you’re gay,”
she stated seriously.
I laughed; I laughed so hard it
rattled my chest. “Gay? What would give them that impression? I swear this is
the exact reason I tried not talking to anyone. Drama, it seems like they can’t
live without it.”
“Sounds a lot like high school;
Oh—wait we are in high school. You just seem to have missed the memo,” she
teased.
“No, I didn’t miss anything. I
just don’t want to act like a child. Why do you need drama? It’s pointless, we
are in school to learn and get ready for the real world.” It was getting
exhausting telling this to kids my age. It was good advice, but instead of
taking it they called me names.
“This is how you prepare for
your life after high school. If you think the real world doesn’t have drama,
then you are sadly mistaken my friend. If anything the ‘real world’ as you like to call it, is worse than high school,” she
stated .She was getting more and more attractive as the time passed. My breathing
started to hitch, I needed to get away from her.
“Well—this,” I moved my eyes to
her and then to the ground. “Was nice, but I have to go. I like to get to my
classes on time,” I waved awkwardly to her and set off.
“You can run Blaine but you
can’t hide. I usually get what I want.” I didn’t know what she was talking
about. All I knew was I had to get away, and as far as I could.
I laughed to myself. She was so
amazing, and she was right, she got what she wanted, me. She never gave up, she
was relentless. No matter if I hid in the library or bleachers, she even found
me in the bathroom a couple times. Every time she would find me she would tell
me I needed to be more creative with my hiding spots. Kaya was mine now, and I
was glad she didn’t give up on me.
“You ready Blaine?” asked Mr.
Juno the principle.
“I was born ready,” I shook his rough
plump hand and walked onto the stage. Kaya was sitting in the crowd with all
the other kids in our graduating class, it was a sea of white hats. Standing out with her blonde dreads
piled on top of her head. I smiled at her beautiful face when I spotted her. I
looked to the front and there my mother and father were sitting. My mother had
a sour look on her face as my father checked his watch repeatedly. My smile
faltered, and as it did Kaya caught on to my worried look. She waved both her
hands in the air to get my attention, and when I looked at her she flashed me.
My mouth fell open, but I was only in shock for a minute. I shook my head and
walked up to the podium.
Time to give the best damn
speech anyone has ever heard, “Fellow students, teachers, and family. We are
here today to celebrate the ending of a chapter, and the beginning of another.
My name is Blaine Macalister if you didn’t know, and I have been honored with
the title of valedictorian. The last four years I have been here at Angelo
Rodriguez High have been the best years of my life. I have found myself, as I
am positive most the student body has. I have met some of the finest people in
my life,” I looked at Kaya then at my best friend Gabriel. He was the guy who
talked to me at orientation, telling me Kaya wouldn’t want anything to do with
me, boy was he wrong. And that’s the reason we became friends, he was in awe at
how I had her chasing me all over campus. “I am honored to call this school ‘my school’. I’m supposed to be up here
telling you what we are going to have to look forward to in life. And I will,
life is going to be kick ass after school,” everyone in the crowd gasped. They
weren’t used to me cussing; I was after all--the chosen one. “I wanted to give
you something you all would remember, something that would leave an impression
on your minds for the rest of your lives. Just remember one thing, and
everything else in life will be easy, it will be beautiful if you choose it to
be. Love—love is what I want you all to keep in your hearts. It’s the only
thing in life worth fighting for, without it we are just hollow, soulless
vessels. So, if you do anything in life, something you know will be worth
fighting for, love. Love your family, love your friends, and find that someone
who makes you want to be a better person. Love is the reason I treasure this
school the most, I have met my soul mate walking the halls of this school, or
more accurately, hiding from the halls in this school,” I chuckled. “So I thank
you all, and I thank the universe, as weird as it may seem. My life began at
this school, and it taught me everything my mother had always been trying to
tell me, love is what is important. I love you mom, and Kaya,” I found her in
the crowd. “I love you with my heart and soul Goldie Locks,” I blow her a kiss,
and then ripped open my shirt, where my chest was covered in words. It said, “Without your love I would have been a soulless
vessel.”
My
mother was crying, and my father was looking at me like I had lost my mind, and
maybe I had. He hadn’t raised me to act like a crazed love sick pup. I was raised to be reserved
and strong. It seems like my mother won, she has always wanted me to open up
more, and I knew by looking at her now that she was the most proud she has ever
been.
Stina is the mother of three energetic
boys (Daniel Jr. age 8, Zion age 6, Ezra age 1) they are her everything,
the Princes' of her heart. She has been with her husband Daniel for 11
yrs., and still going strong. A true California native (although
she sometimes questions why she is so pale, vampire perhaps? Only
kidding) Writing has always been a passion along with read. When she was
a child she wrote short stories and poem, getting negative attention
from teachers, asking if she was demented. Turns out she wasn't, she
just has an over active imagination.
Along with Kaya's Curse, Stina has written another book that is NA paranormal
The Forgotten Princess.
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