WOUNDED

CHAPTER 17

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KACELY
Song: Never be the same- Cami Cabello ft Kane Brown

I look left and see the teacher who was watching us moments ago. He is so focused on his call to notice us.

"Kacely!" Azinwi calls out in a loud whisper. "What the hell are you still doing?"

I follow her, away from the stadium.

"What now?" I ask breathing heavily- not out of tiredness but out of panic, fear.

"Calm down. No one will see us." She assures me. "We should take these hideous jackets off though, the caps too. They have RCC written all over them." she chuckles taking hers off and I take mine off too.

"I told Gramps we should each come in our own cars, but he wouldn't let me. Now we'll have to take a cab." She growls and reaches for her phone in her jacket pocket.

"That man's your grandfather?"

"Yes, he's hot right?" She smiles confidently.

"Mhmm" I nod and she smiles more, exposing her perfectly white spacious teeth.
This is the Az I met on New Year's eve, the happy chatty one, not the one who's always so serious in the hallway and classrooms. She opens the back of her phone and pulls out two purple notes along with a green one.

"I have enough cash on me." She tells me, then puts the purple ones back. "Let's go."

This is bad...

This is so wrong... I feel it. But my feet are moving, contrary to what my sixth sense is telling me.

"Ayaba street." She tells a cab driver who was leaning on his cab and smoking a cigarette.
Why did she choose him of all of them?

"Wuna enter." He replies, throwing his cigarette on the grown and smashing it under his old converses.

"Get in." she says and gets in. I look toward the stadium... reluctantly, but then enter the cab.

Az doesn't say anything the whole ride, she just keeps looking out through the window and at me a couple times. It's only now that I notice how beautiful she is in her hair cut, though I really can't make out if she's prettier in her fro or in a low cut, she's gorgeous either ways. She reaches out for her earblade ring and plays with it, turning it with her fingers.

"Are you OK?" she asks, catching me off guard.

"Um... yes" I say.

"Are you sure? You are really quiet and you've been staring at me this whole time." She smirks.

Was it that obvious?

"Sorry..."

"It's OK. I don't mind." She shrugs. "Pull over." She instructs the driver. "We're here." She tells me and steps out, I get out too after picking her cap from the car seat. I hand it to her and she doesn't say anything, she just smiles at me faintly. I guess I'll take that as a thank you.

"Na seven hundred." The driver says.

"Here you go," she tells the cabdriver, handing him the green note. "You can keep the change."

"Thank you." He smiles, lifting the note up.
"Let's go?"

Did she just... did she just leave all that change with that man? If not mistaken, a green note is equivalent to five thousand Francs. That means she just let him walk away with four thousand, three hundred Francs. Is she that rich? I mean she has a car but...