Murphy's Laws In Love

Author's Note-Please, Please review. I write faster when I know someone's reading.


Chapter 1
Murphy's 1st Law
-"Nothing is as easy as it looks."

Girl's really do think it's easy. Well, it's not. It is just as hard to be a guy as it is to be a girl, maybe harder. Okay, not as hard, but I'm only saying that because of *coughs* and child birth.
"Yo Kyra!" Kyra is snapped back into reality by the sound of a dribbling basketball. "It's six minutes until school starts and you decide to fuck up. Come on! Let's finish the game!" Jace throws the ball hard into Kyra's toned chest.
They have already started to form a crowd of drooling freshmen girls and guys over the sweat drippings from their chests alone.
I never understood gay guys. Not bashing them or anything I mean to each his own, but how can any guy turn down free pussy. Bitches practically give it away nowadays. There's definitely an over flow of gay-osity lately; like it's some kind of fad. Maybe, it's like a contagious disease now. An airborne virus...maybe you can't stop it at all. My philosophy always was if you can't beat it, fuck it.
"Kyra! Stop day-dreaming and throw the damn ball!" Jace yells as the bell for school sounds shrilly through the courtyard.
"We won!" The two other boys playing them hoot and holler. "Pay up."
"Bullshit! We didn't even finish the game." Jace snatches the ball from Kyra. This has been the third time they lost on account of Kyra's drifting off into thought. They are clearly better than anyone who dared to challenge them to a game of two on two at their wealthy private school, but Kyra...
"You'll pay us in money or teeth. Either way is fine with me," grumbles the bigger of the two.
Hmph. They could try.
Kyra shoves two-hundred dollars into their chests. "Come on, Jace." Kyra picks up his white button down and slings his book bag over his shoulder. "We're going to be late for school. I bet I'll beat you there."
"Oh now you want to fucking rush!" Jace picks up his belongings from the ground and walks back over to Kyra. "We could have won that. We could win every game. We should be fucking rolling in other people's cash."
"It's only money, Jace. Race you to the door?"
"How much?"
"I'm short two-hundred right now!" Kyra shouts as he sprints down the school yard. It is littered with at least twenty or so, late teenagers.
"Cheater!" Jace chases after Kyra with his ear length black hair whipping behind him and his amber colored eyes piercing through the dim sunlit sky.
Kyra laughs, turning around to look at a struggling Jace trying to catch up to him. "Sore loser!" He starts running backwards.
Kyra once again allows his thoughts to wonder. He begins to slow down as he nears the school building. The passing faces of girls and boys are now only a blur.
Even being rich isn't as easy as it looks. All these rich bitch snobs go to this awesome school and can have anything they will ever need or want, yet they will be the most miserable people in life up through their adulthood. They'll decieve. They'll back stab. They'll bitch and moan and believe that they are happy when in actuality they are more alone than the most Goth, skater, manic-depressant teenager.
Jace is now running beside Kyra. "Kyra watch out!"
Life is a chess game. The best at the game can see any obstacle coming towards them from twenty moves ahead. The game is like an ever going ballet. Sometimes some pawns have to be sacrificed for the greater good and other times the queen has to fall, so a pawn can rise to the occasion, but no matter what the circumstances are, everyone gets mated.
"Watch out, you fucking idiot!" Jace yells at Kyra who, still running backwards, bulldozes into a small girl walking behind him.
Kyra turns around and falls flat on top of the girl; pelvis to pelvis. He stares hard at the girl beneath him, who is gazing back hard at him with wide, light, honey brown eyes, under mid-back length, dark auburn hair. Her bronze and copper colored skin shimmers in the autumn sunlight. "You look like your twelve? Are you sure you go to this school?"
They always say that there's at least one person in the world that you can't live without. That, that person usually has the inconvenience of showing up at the worst possible time, or better yet when you don't want them to at all; which for me is anytime from now until forever.
"Could you get off of me?" The girl blushes a deep crimson red and ever so slowly begins to push him off her.
"Yeah. Sorry." Kyra stands to his feet and helps the mystery girl from the ground. "I'm Kyra. This is Jace." He elbows Jace in the stomach.
"I know who you both are. Everyone in this school knows who you are." She picks up a book that flew from her hand.
"Are you all right?"
"Fine," She begins to walk away towards the school building.
Kyra follows easily behind her much shorter strides. "We've never seen you around here before. You new?"
"Kyra, just once, go to school and stop chasing after the pussy. She ain't gonna give you any, anyway!" Jace runs up the school stairs as the late bell rings.
"I'm not new and of course you haven't seen me around." She begins a jog down the hallway. "Great. Now I'm late."
"Well, what's your name?"
She stops and looks to Kyra, icing him down to her five foot three height with a single gaze. "Stop it. Stop pretending you're interested in me, because you're moronic friend is right. I'm not going to make love to you." She turns sharply.
Hmph. Make love. That's funny. I like most people am not a virgin to fucking, but making love...I would love to try that with someone one day.
"Wait! It's not like that." He puts his hand on her shoulder. She turns around and kicks him between the legs.
"Don't touch me!" She runs down the hallway and around the corner as Kyra droops down to the floor, holding himself.
Everyone feels pain. Even after the searing wound heals you never forget the pain or that scar that it left behind. Not many people have the aesthetic creativeness of recreating that feeling or pain exactly and expressing it properly; while others are just comfortable in their states of utter denial and bliss and would rather not remember the pain at all.
"Mr. Day? What do you think you are doing?" Mrs. McGrievy the late twenty-something year old school principal walks over to him.
All he can see keeled over on the floor is her long slender legs leading up into her skirt. He stands up from the floor slowly. His six foot five figure towers over her by a half foot. He raises a fair, slender finger across her soft, pink, bottom lip. "I was waiting for you as always."
Her lip quivers. "Always?"
Ugh! Old hag.
He brings his face an inch from her own and trails his breath along her lips and neck. "Do you tell your husband how I make you feel everyday?" He slides his hand up and down her thigh inner sending shivers down her spine.
Every fucking day. The same fucking chess game since the ninth grade.
"Of course not-." The bell for homeroom rings and Kyra immediately pulls away as a cascade of students come rushing out of the classrooms surrounding them. His layered, shoulder length blonde hair falls over his bright green eyes.
"I have to go. Same time tomorrow minus the detention?" She only nods unable to speak and breathing breathless breaths.
Never a new or worthy opponent.
Kyra runs down the hallway way to meet Jace at his locker that he never uses except to store his leather jacket in the fall and winter. Jace is standing against the locker already. "Had your daily appointment with the hag?"
"Unfortunately, yes." He pushes Jace out the way and opens his locker to take out his jacket and motorcycle helmet.
"Hey Kyra!" A voluptuous blonde named Tiffany Lawson presses Kyra up against his locker. "I missed you in homeroom."
"You're not even in my homeroom. What grade are you in anyway?"
"I'm a sophomore." She smiles giddily, twirling her hair around her fore finger.
Kyra smirks at Jace. "You here that, Jace?"
"Sho' nuff, Kyra! Baby girl's a sophomore!"
"Now Tara-."
"Tiffany."
"That's what I said. Tara, I'll let you in on a little secret." Kyra puts her arm around her and pulls her ear within an inch of his lips. "You have to be at least a junior to get on this ride. I don't go for jailbait."
She looks like she's about to cry just because she can't fuck me. Do we ever really grow up? I mean our bodies age and we take on new responsibilities, but do any of us truly leave all of the pettiness and immaturity behind? Or all we all just little kids running around, crying because our diapers are wet and we want to be fed? Nowadays I want something more...
Tiffany's lip quivers and she walks away without another word. "Call me in a year and maybe we can be friends!"
Let's just be friends...The best blow off in the world...Unless it's being said to me, which would never happen. No girl is stupid enough to say that. I truly understand where girls come from...Sometimes. Men are like clothes. No matter how much you change them they all stink...But hey that's what cologne is for. Right?
"I don't get you sometimes, Kyra. You blow off perfectly good pussy just because it's not done marinating."
Kyra shrugs and smiles into a thoughtful pout.
Hmm...I think I almost have it. Maybe girls are precious, but equal human beings that should be put on pedestals like the goddesses they are and the life partners they were created to be...Hmph. Right.
"We have to get to class."
"Ay yo, Kyra, since when do we care about being on time for class!" Jace calls after Kyra who is now walking down the hall, with long steady strides, pass the oncoming passersby.
"Since I have to bang the hag for us not to care if we're late!" Kyra quickly jettisons into his first period classroom of the year.
School is just starting and there are still the same opponents as the school year before...
Kyra almost lets his thoughts overtake him again as the mystery girl he bumped into earlier takes a table in the back of the room. Kyra glances back at her and smiles to himself.
Knight to C three.
Kyra stands up and walks to the back table nonchalantly before sitting down next to her. He gives her his best smile and turns to her. "Hey, gorgeous.”
"Is that smile supposed to make me melt, Kyra Day?" She rolls her eyes.
"Usually it does..." Kyra trails his tongue over his full, ruby lips. "Have we met?"
"No. Boys like you don't look at girls at me. Do you even know what class you're in now?"
Boys like me? I'm surprised she doesn't have guys falling out of her ass. She's gorgeous. I can honestly say she's the most beautiful girl attached to a pussy I've ever seen.
"Pass first period, I have no clue." The teacher walks in and settles into his desk just as the bell beeps to start the beginning of the period.
"Welcome class to Advanced Journalism and Creative Writing. My name is Mr. Jones and I will be your professor for the rest of the year. I hope your stay will be enjoyable in my class, but the effort and work you put into it will determine your grade. However, I do not play favorites or take bribes." The class groans at not being able to buy their grades, which is what usually happens throughout the school terms.
"I forgive you for this morning in the hallway." Kyra says smugly.
She cuts a disgusted glare at him. "I forgive you for thinking I would ever apologize to someone like you."
Finally a challenge. Pawn to E four.
“What’s that supposed to mean?"
"It means that I don't go for arrogant, conceited, vain, deceitful, manipulative, spoiled, pretty boys that think they can get anything they want from whorey girls that cream their pants at the sight of them!" She is now screaming at a whisper.
"Hey, Jace is my best friend. You can't talk about him like that. I mean arrogant, conceited, vain, decietful, and manipulative, yes. But calling him a spoiled, pretty boy is just mean." Kyra eyes roam over her perfect and perky cherry-tomato breasts. Her cleavage is poking out the top of her shirt and it is obvious she is not wearing a bra. Although, it is too hot to even consider wearing one most days.
"I wasn't talking about him."
"Oops." Kyra drops his pencil underneath the table. "Dropped my pencil." He dives underneath the desk where it is dark and cool. From under the table he can see beautiful legs cascading out of his mystery girl's thigh length, black and blue, school girl skirt. Her legs end in white socks with blue and sliver butterflies snug in a pair of white and blue Reebok sneakers. They are crossed tightly together.
Kyra blows softly on the over-crossed legs causing a reaction of her uncrossing her legs at the sudden ticklish itch. His eyes narrow at her soft, white cotton panties with a blue heart pressed against her private lips. Kyra smiles to himself and resurfaces from under the desk, just as Jace finally walks into the room, twenty minutes late for class.
Jace spots Kyra and gives him a "why the hell are you back there with her look?" He walks to the table and takes the seat on the other side of the mystery girl and stares back at Kyra with confusion. He leans behind her and starts mouthing a conversation to Kyra. "Why is this bitch between us? There's never been a bitch between us."
"I needed a new opponent."
"What?"
"I'll tell you later."
"Can you two shut up?" The girl snaps, glaring at both of them.
"Excuse me, Ms. Love? We are trying to have a class here, so when you are ready to learn then I will teach you. However, I am happy to see you next to Mr. Day and Mr. Knight. You can learn a thing or two from them this year. In fact, as I'm sure you all know for my class you have to partner with two other individuals. This will teach you how to work and learn with others. With these two people you will do homework together, eat together, sleep together, and yes, even be graded together. You are one and if they fail, you fail. Ms. Love since you have made it your business to disrupt my class you will have the honor of being with model students, Kyra and Jace. Maybe they can give you a push in the right direction."
"Yeah right off a cliff." She mumbles.
"What was that, Ms. Love?"
"Nothing Mr. Jones."
Mr. Jones turns his gaze from her to the rest of the class. "The rest of you get to choose your own partners..."
Kyra lets the teacher's voice drone out as he dazes, despite Jace's open gestures to get his attention.
Bishop to A six.
This time Kyra's book happens to drop under the table. It lands with a soft thud against the protective barrier surrounding the square writing desk. He dives underneath again and towards his book. Her legs are still uncrossed, but they are now pressed tightly against each. He picks up the book and brushes the cold spine against the back of her calf. Her left leg drops once more revealing the white panties. He softly blows against the inside of her thigh. She jumps, slightly, making a smile spread across his face. He rises back up from the table as the bell for the end of the period rings.
Kyra smiles at her again. "I still don't know your name."
She only stands and leans in close a millimeter’s distance from her lips on his ear. "If you look down there again or even thing about touching anywhere near it, I will seriously have to kick your ass, Mr. Day." She returns the half smile and begins walking away to her next period.
"Fine, I'll just call you Love, partner." She smiles again and leaves from the room. "Goodbye, Love."
Check. I've never been checked before.
"Are you happy now, Kyra?" Jace knocks him in the head to bring him out of his spacing daze.
Kyra stands up from the chair. His face is solemn and serious. "I don't want you calling this girl a bitch and making her feel uncomfortable."
"Yes, Pharaoh Kyra. Tits, ass, and pussy are all the same no matter who the dog is they're attached to. I'll treat her as good as any girl I'd want to fuck. Trust me."
Kyra's seriousness fades and is replaced with a laugh that only Jace can bring out of him. "I don't know if that's a good think or not."
"Did you see the rack on the new bitch? Working with her all year might not be so bad."
Kyra starts walking from the room and Jace follows close behind. Jace stops at a water fountain for a drink and Kyra waits for him. "Why does she have to be a bitch?"
Jace chokes on the water in his mouth and stands up, eye level to Kyra's seventy one inches. "Fuck Kyra, they're all bitches. That's one of the most important seven commandments we made when we became friends. That and never letting a bitch come between us. I'm the muscle and you're the brain. This is good!"
"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I know." Kyra looks Jace over. He is wearing the baggiest pair of jeans known to man, a long, white wife-beater, and a one hundred and twenty dollar pair of sneakers. With their connections with the principal and almost all of the teachers, neither ever has to come to school in the assigned uniform.
In reality the pair has enough brain and brawn to get them through twenty lifetimes. Both have strong, chiseled bodies and minds to match. Although, they are in the running for Valedictorian, they are a real and deadly force not to be reckoned with. "Did you not get the memo when you were born, that you're white?"
"Son, this is who I am. If you can't accept that, then no one will."
"Nah, it's not like that. We cool, Cuz."
"Don't patronize me."
They begin walking down the hallway again. The bell has long rung for the beginning of their next class.
"Oooh. Big word from the wigger!"
Jace laughs and pushes Kyra across the hallway. "I'm serious..."
Oh God, he is serious. I never got the concept of God anyway. To me he's like a drug. He collects the lost, confused, wounded, in pain, and suffering telling them that one day they'll all reach this mountain. When they reach this mountain everything will suddenly become clear and transparent. Yeah, that's exactly what a drug does. It makes you think that it can send the pain below, when the fact of the matter is "the below" is just a lie we have to rise above.
Jace continues. "You're all I have, Kyra. After my parents beat me to near death and threw me out...you're the only thing that's holding me up sometimes."
"We're in the same sinking ship, Jace. We're all each other has and I'm no more important than you are, we need each other equally. You're always the only thing holding me up..."
Sometimes I forget how sincere and sensitive Jace can be. I guess underneath all that gangsta shit he keeps going on about there actually is a real person. Somewhere...
"Hey bitch! Where's my money?" Jace calls after a redhead standing at her locker.
Then again I could be wrong. Other times, as in most of the time, he can be so damn cold and inhumane. It's probably after all the shit his parent's put him through. Your mother molesting you and beating you, and your father beating you and beating you, since you were seven, can seriously fuck you up. I'm surprised he didn't start hating pussy all together and start speaking fag.
"I said bitch, where...is...my...money!" Jace grabs the girl's arm.
The girl looks up at him, frightened, with wide eyes. "I don't have it, yet. My mom just went it to surgery."
Jace grips her tighter. "Tell someone who gives a fuck!"
Kyra pushes Jace away. "Chill, Jace! She's a female! I'd rather rule with love then fear. How much does she owe you?"
"Two k."
Kyra turns to the girl. "Two fucking grand!" He raises his eyebrow at her. "I'll give you the money, Jace. Bitch, what's your name?"
"F-faye." She squeaks.
"I'll pay him off if one day you return a favor to me."
"A-anything you say." She slams the locker door shut and runs away.
"You didn't have to do that, Kyra."
"Yes, I did. That pawn is now one step closer to becoming a queen and actually being useful."
"Huh?"
"I'll tell you later."
"You've never told me anything later. Since we became friends you always say you'll explain, but you don't."
"The less you know the better."
Jace just shakes his head. "What's up with that new bitch, Love? Thinking about fuckin'?
"I don't know yet." Kyra leans up against the lockers. "I'm going ask you to be nice to her while we're working with her. I mean if I do want to fuck her I don't want you scaring her off."
"Like I said before, I promise I'll be as nice to her as if I wanted to fuck her, but this one isn't going to be as easy as it looks. Shit, the bitch is probably a virgin."
"I can see that, Jace. Nothing is as easy as it looks. Usually pussy just falls onto my dick. I like that I have to chase it a little this time."
The sharp bell tones throughout the hallway followed by a stampede of private school brats rushing to their next period. "I guess we missed second period."
Jace turns the opposite direction in the hallway to try and get to his next period when a girl slams into him. "What the fuck? Watch where you're going bitch!" Jace looks up at Love; into the same honey brown eyes Kyra stared into only this morning. Her body is still pressed tightly against his own.
Jace pauses a few moments longer before pushing her off him. He leans back down for her books and hands them back to her. "Here."
"Thanks." She does not look up at him either, although, both are yearning for another glimpse of the other’s hypnotizing brown eyes.
The flower and fruit smell of her surrounds and intoxicates them both. "I guess we're going to be partners the rest of the year. That means we'll be seeing a lot of each other."
"Yeah." Kyra huffs.
"Uh huh." Jace breathes out.
"You're both in my next class and I wouldn't be surprised if you're in the rest." She nibbles on her bottom lip; a nervous tick she has had since a young girl. "I was hoping we could all work together and study for all of our classes."
"Yeah."
"Uh huh."
"Well, Mr. Jones is giving a test tomorrow, like he always does, so we should definitely study together tonight. Ms. Marshall, our Advance Physics teacher, is, too. I have the notes she gave us, so you both can copy them if you want."
"Yeah."
Why is she being so nice all of a sudden?
Kyra smiles to himself.
Maybe she heard how me and Jace are every girl in this school's fuck fantasy.
Kyra lets the smile uncurl from around his mouth.
Maybe, she actually wants to get to know us; actually get to like us for us and not for our reputation or because we give good head. Maybe, she could be as good of a friend as Jace...Yeah, right. What am I thinking? They're all bitches. They all hurt you when they get too close and they're all the same. Face it Kyra, there will never be another Jace.
"Uh huh."
"We can study at my house. I live at two thirty-four Chastity Drive. That okay?"
"Yeah."
"Uh huh."
"Men of few words I like that." She finally raises her eyes to look up at them and gives them a sweet smile. She walks down the hallway bouncing away in her short skirt.
"Bet I can fuck her in a week."
"The usual bet then?"
"Uh huh."
"Yeah."