CHAPTER 11 - Come and See

                                        

                                              
KAIROS POV
WHAT are you doing, Kairos?
The words repeated in my head as I sat at the park bench alone, lighting a cigarette. In reality, they did nothing for me, and I hated how they smelt, but it was another small act of rebellion against my Uncle.
I chuckled as I thought of my situation.  Instead of messing about, I was sitting here at a bench in the evening waiting for some girl I barely knew.
Fallon wasn't just some girl though. 
I thought back to our first encounter, when I caught her leaning over ogling my bike. Not only did it give me a lovely view of her perfect body, but it also piqued my interest, something that hadn't happened since I moved here.
I had a lot of experience with nice-looking girls, but when she'd turned around, it was a different type of pretty. She looked like those dolls my sister had, with her flawless dark skin, heart shaped face and delicate features. But it was her eyes that drew me in.
Dark brown, and lovely, yet so sad. 
How could someone who looked like she did, and lived like she did, be so sad?
From then on I couldn't help but notice her. When she'd pass me in the hallway, glued to the side of her bodyguard-boyfriend, I'd analyse her features. Her smile would always be there, perfectly in place, but it was rarely genuine. 
From her appearance I'd expect her to be as  delicate as a rose, but our conversations showed me she was anything but. Time and time again she'd surprised me with her banter and quick comebacks. I knew whenever we spoke I had to stop myself grinning like an idiot. Because I found someone who seemed different in this soul-sucking place. 
And now I was sat here, holding a crumpled piece of paper and trying to ignore my best friend's calls, but the guy was too persistent. 
When my phone vibrated for the first time, I rolled my eyes, and took a drag of the cigarette before  answering it. "What do you want?"
"Is that any way to greet your best friend in the whole wide world?" Visar's deep voice boomed down the line. 
I smirked."I'm not speaking to Aria."  
He made an offended sound. "That wet napkin is not your best friend." I laughed when he exclaimed in pain, presumably from her hitting him. There was the sound of scuffle before Aria's sweet voice flooded through the speaker.
"How are you doing, Kairos?" She asked.
"Decent."
"Those rich kids giving you any trouble? I'll deal with them if they do."
Chuckling, I responded, "You, who almost killed yourself at the gym lifting a 50 kg weight?"
She gasped and I imagined her face pinching in an annoyed expression. "I told you to never bring it up. Visar makes fun of me routinely about it, like every other day."
"It was hilarious."
"I'm happy you found my near-accident hilarious." She responded wryly. "I'm giving the phone back to the idiot- hey! Don't hit me-"
Another scuffle then it was Visar again. "When are you coming back to London bro? They're asking for you at the tracks."
"I'm still in London, stupid." I couldn't help but tease in an attempt to avoid answering. 
"West London doesn't count as London." He scoffed. "Especially where you're staying, it's basically the countryside." 
"Because you're so good at geography."