Free The Nefaliem's Duty (Ordinal Novella, 1) by Kelvia-Lee Johnson Page B

gave birth alone—the father
is nowhere to be seen. As I enter the room, no one tells me to
leave instead, they smile at me and say, “Look at how you’ve
grown.”
    “I knew she was
a beauty,” the nurse says. I regard them confusingly and glance
down at the child in the mother’s arms. There was a seven-point
star on its head followed by two blue claw markings on each side of
its cheekbone.
    I soon realise
it’s me.
    “That’s not
possible.” I mutter.
    “What’s not
possible?” a voice sounds and I jump in my seat. Glancing up I spy
my teacher starring down at me. His arms are crossed and I can
without a doubt, tell he’s annoyed. “May I repeat, what’s not
possible, miss Rodregas?”
    I quickly
glance at the clock, “It’s not possible that I miss recess.” I
cover and Mr. Adams glares down at me before sighing and heading
back to the front of class, not before declaring, if he ever found
me in his class sleeping I’d be in academic detention . The
bell rings a ding and dong; and before we know it we’re all quick
to quit the room. Leaving before Mr. Adams could remind us about
homework.
    It’s recess and
I head to my usual table and sit down. I didn’t notice much around
me not even my best-friend Andrew who pulls out a seat across the
table in the cafeteria. “Sup. How was English?”
    “The worst. I
fell asleep in class.”
    This surprises
my friend. “Seriously?”
    “Yes.”
    “Whoa.”
    “I know.” I
manage.
    Andrew begins
to talk about his crush. I can’t help but nod. He’s always talking
about Mark but sometimes I wonder if he notices how annoying it can
be. Mark is already dating someone might I add and the woman he’s
with is a little snake. She so sly it’s not even funny. I begin to
wonder why the good ones get over looked. “I can’t wait until he
breaks up with her.”
    “He might not
be gay.” I remind.
    “I know he’s
not gay. But he might be a bisexual.” he prompts. I internally
sigh, I’m not going to get through to him in this life time that’s
for sure. “I mean seriously, she’s not even that pretty. I’m
certain he’s going to break up with her.” Andrew proclaims and I
fight the urge to face palm myself but then again, we weren’t
adults—apparently adult relationships tended to last longer,
something about how they’re more careful about who they choose.
    “You don’t have
to be like that.” I say, hoping he’d drop the subject.
    “What do you
mean by like that ? I’m not like anything you haven’t
seen before.” he announces and I stifle a laugh, “What?” he asks
pulling out his phone from his pocket. It’s the latest IPhone.
Unlike mine which is the old Nokia with the wide computer keypad. I
often use mine for music if anything.
    “Nothing.” I
cover and he gives me a half-hearted glare as he realises what he
just said. “I should go get something to eat.” I say and stand.
    “Oh no. Don’t
look.” Andrew warns.
    “Don’t look at
what—?” I stupidly ask and realise it’s all but too late. I see
him! I’m quick to drop down in my seat and sink a little hoping he
can’t see me. With a hand to the side of my face—I hide. Andrew
laughs at me but I’m too focused on who’s in the cafeteria than to
pay attention to my gay best friend.
    “Did he see
me?” I ask peering over my shoulder.
    “Honey. I’m
sure he doesn’t even know you exist.” Andrew laughs and I
glare.
    “Why are you so
mean?” I sarcastically ask.
    And he
sarcastically replies, “Because I can.”
    “I hate you.” I
grumble.
    He snickers, “I
know but you love me too.” Than out of the blue, I feel a presence
beside my chair. I glance up and there stands John. I know without
a doubt it’s him, I’d be able to pick him out of a crowd of
identical models. He is so gorgeous. . .
    “You didn’t
forget about the practical we have tomorrow right?” he asks as I
take-in the sight of his thick jawline and pale blue eyes. His
golden locks sits in