Games And Lies

Kai

From: Lesedi HOL

You’re cordially invited to Lesedi’s Birthday Party at 8 pm.

Venue: House of Lesedi (HOL)

Dress Code: Masquerade – Costume Wear

Code: Queen of Queen

Please use the QR code to accept the invitation.

Not that you have a choice.

I laugh to my self reading the last text of hers.

Lesedi has been organizing her party for the past 3 months since my arrival. Today its 1 April and she has designed our costumes by her choice as the theme attire is costume wear. And fortunately, I love that her birthday is on weekend that I will have a day to wear off the alcohol I will be consuming.

I showered very quick and strode out of the house before everyone waking up – or I thought so when I bump into someone by the door, my house mate, Harry.

“Hi,” I greet as I pass him.

And I hear, “Morning.”

I could feel his stare as I take few steps down to the pavement ground and I’ve been fighting my head not to turn and take a glance. Ughh, fuck I did.

I find Harry still and starring then in a swift, he fixes his spectacles when he realize that I’m also staring at him and he disappears into the house and close the door behind him.

I admit, he’s cute and endearing but I love them rough with bad boy dandy like his twin brother Larry.

I nip my lower lip and continue with my walk.

The hair salon is not far from the HOL so I didn’t need to use an uber.

Last time, I went to this expensive hair salon to get my cornrows get washed, and they did absolutely terrible job so Lesedi suggested for me to try her all time hair salon and told me that its very local but they are best with their work.

I walk inside and find a long line which she explained that too, that is why I woke up very early. I sit my butt on one of the chairs with two girls next to me talking about nothing but boys.

My phone is in my pants pockets so I slip it out to give me some company while I wait. I scroll to my assignments folder to see how many I’ve left with to finish – I give out a sigh after I see with how many I’m left with.

My focus is on the phone and so oblivious to the loud laughter behind me. I turn and glance when it has become audible enough to get me startled. My heart races out of excitement and interest when I see Larry and Andrea having shopping plastics in their hands walking and laughing.

Larry his in his white tank top exposing his tattoos, just bunch of flowers, birds, words and more with a straight washed black jeans and his bobbed messy silky black hair always looking damp and slightly covering the other side of his eye in converse shoes just exuding the bad boy vibe I love in guys – that roughness.

I wasn’t realizing that I have been staring for far too long that I’m next on the line when a loud voice called out, “Hey brother with cornrows?!”

Brother with cornrows huh.

Gosh, feeing my heart melting when a side eye and a side smile of Larry flashed right to my sight, while I just stared at him through the huge glass window before I walk away from it to the hair stylist lady who’s giving me odd stares

I don’t blame her.

I check my phone again and I see that two hours has passed while I was still on the line.

Larry caught my eyes ever since I moved in the HOL.

“What would you like me to do on your hair pretty boy?”

Being called pretty in this country has became a norm to me.

“I don’t know if I should unplait them or wash them …. I don’t know,” I genuinely say looking my self in the mirror.

“Would you like to know what I have in mind?” Her voice sounds relaxing and a bit loud as I thought she was somehow rude.

“Yes please.”

“I can unplait them, wash it and plait new style I have in mind.”

“I trust you, just do what you can and I would even pay double if I find it interesting.” I say with a smile.

“I like you already,” she said with a genuine and nice smile.

And I received a text from Lesedi on WhatsApp.

Lesedi

At hair salon already?

Me

Yes, did you need anything?

Lesedi

No, I’m just hungry.

Me

Tell your men to cook something for you.

Lesedi

Right? I love your IQ

I chuckle to my self.

And then I hear a long gasp.

“What? Is this your hair and not extensions?”

“Yes, why?” surprised.

“Boy, you better spill out all your secrets and tutorials on how you managed to have this kind of a hair.”

A very loud chuckle escaped my lips.

“Trust me, there are no secrets.” I respond her with a side smile.

“Yeah, I get it because you don’t look you’re from here and you also look mixed.”

“You’re right.” I gave her a wink.

She flickered her fake lashes and said, “I know that, I’m smart.”

And by that, she was done unplaiting my hair and walking away from me to grab some other hair products.

Her hands were gentle that I found my eyes gradually shutting and feeling her fingers in my hair rubbing against my scalp. It was so relaxing.

She blew my hair to dry with a hair dry.

“Your hair looks amazing dear,” she said staring at me in the mirror with admiration facial expression.

I stared back and loving what I see with a smile and said, “Thank you.”

It didn’t take her two hours to get done with my hair as I was so invested on my phone screen staring at the costume Lesedi had sent of mine and I couldn’t wait to see my body in it just to see how I will look and then I saw that it has a mask too.

I never thought in my life that I would know how to drag a gasp. Because what?

“Wow,” my eyes popped out in the mirror from admiring the masterpiece on my head.

“Do you like it?”

“What? This is art. Girl I love it, I will be your every week customer…. This is incredible.”

She laughed with a scrunch nose and tapping my shoulder just showing how happy she was too. So cute.

“I knew it would suit you…. With this pretty face of yours, I mean any style would look amazing on you.”

I stared at her with a wide smile and asked her, “Do you also flirt with your other customers to give you a huge tip?”

She gave me an innocent attitude with eyes rolling and asks, “Is it working?”

“Look in front of you and tell me if it is.” I didn’t need to know the price of the hair because Lesedi already told me how much they charge and its very less so I gave her more with the expression she’s giving.

“Thank you, and please come back more but next time I won’t be flirting with you.”

Well, I knew exactly what she meant ‘don’t pay me generously next time’. I winked at her with a nod and strode out of the salon.

I had to incline my phone up with a blank screen so perfectly to view the art on my head again. Loving how she made other cornrows crosses, two braids falling over my face and each nearly crossing my eyes, while few falling over my both side face near my ears and more at the back. My hair is pure black and lengthen to my lower back.

So neat, black and shiny.

But before going to the house, I need to eat before helping with the party preparations, my stomach has been rumbling. And I caught a Debonairs pizza on my left side so I walked there with music playing in my head loving the feeling of the braids on my face.

I strode inside and oh, bumping into Harry again.

“Sorry,” I said with a stare.

“I’m sorry too.”

Harry’s voice its not readable and he’s not talkative but very wit in almost everything and I would love to listen to him talking one day.

“Are you here to eat or pick up?” I asked and he averts himself away to give me a way in.

He clears his throat and says, “I was doing a pick up but since you are here, we can eat together.”

Lovely. I was not expecting that.

“Sure,” I said then ordered my pizza.

We sat on available small table, so close and stealing glances at each other then he broke the ice by saying, “How’s everything so far? Do you like staying in the house?”

“Yes, the house is great and Lesedi she’s a very nice person and everyone too and I feel welcomed.”

“What about at campus – is everyone treating you well?” his stare is deep.

Looking all neat, smart, nerdy in a plain white round neck t-shirt tucked neatly inside a fade blue loose slack pants wearing white sneakers and black frame spectacles he wears everyday as I have never seen him without them and a neat slicked side simple black boy hair cut giving Clark Kent (Superman) profile.

He is the complete opposite of his twin brother and he also looks like he doesn’t have any tattoo on his fair white skin – not that I have any also.

His lips looks like he’s one of the Cullen’s family.

“The campus is amazing too and everyone seems friendly,” I answer back with a quick stare.

He looks so cute but definitely not my type.

“That’s amazing, what about this country, is it how you expected?” he asks with his hands rested on the table while mine are hidden under the table and he sounds like a genuine person.

I give him a smile and answered, “This country is lovely, so peaceful and there’s absolutely nothing to complain about for now.”

“If you need a tour, just let me know and I would gladly love to give you one.”

I smile with a nod and then I heard, “Order 145.”

As I was about to remove myself from the chair, he swiftly stood up from his and walked to the pick up area to fetch my pizza while his it’s on the table.

A weird feeling gushed in my insides but I shrugged it away.

I can’t let him give me a tour, it would be such a boring tour.

I rather go with Lesedi who have been inviting me to the clubs to go with her and her best friend Fatima. But I wanted to settle in first and also I would choose Larry obviously. Larry seems to be knowing the impossible places he would take me and gives me a race in his sports car, I want to feel the adrenaline rush.

I found my self blushing alone and lip biting thinking about the unthinkable wild scenes I would be doing with Larry or doing to me.

“Whatever you’re thinking got your mind occupied.”

Huh…

I flick my lashes to Harry who’s drinking his cola whilst staring at me.

I took a gulp and said, “I’m thinking about the party.”

Of course I lied.

I can’t tell him that I was thinking about wild things about his twin brother.

“You’re that excited?” he asked closing his cola bottle.

“Yes and you?”

“Parties aren’t my thing so I can’t say I’m excited about it or not.”

“I can tell.”

“What do you mean?”

His lips looks very cute while chewing his pizza, just making a cute pout as he chew.

I shook my head and answered, “A guy like you, everyone can just tell that they’re not into parties.”

He flashes a smile and ask, “Is that a good thing or?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Mmmh,” he said and when I looked at his large box pizza, it was all finished along with his cola while I still have my first slice in my hand that I took two bites only.

I’m impressed than being shocked.

“What is that one thing you want to know about me?” he asked.

Why are you so different from your twin? The question rang in my head.

“What’s your type?”

Holy fuck… did I just ask that?

Harry without gulping, blinking or become shocked, he just simply answered, “You.” And stares at me deeply in my eyes and it was the first time seeing his eyes hue, so black – pupil black, iris black but also ringed with a thin line of blue hue. Fascinating. And I could see everything through his specs.

I nearly winced with how the strong knots hit inside my stomach so instead of wincing, I choked on my pizza.

Harry stood up abruptly from his chair and tried to hold me up but I managed to talk before he could do that.

“I’m okay, I just need a drink.” I said.

His hands moves so fast – he opened my sprite bottle and helps me to drink while he was on his feet, so tall even though our heights are an inch different, he’s 175 cm and I’m 174 cm.

His eyes are down staring at me, while mine are up staring at him up with the bottle in his hand, and between my lips while the other hand of his holding my chin slightly up so gently and just staring at me. It felt like he’s feeding me his cock.

Fuck…..

I choke on my drink.

I remove the bottle away and start on coughing multiple times.

I don’t care about the attention I’m causing while I feel him brushing my back.

“I’m okay….” My eyes are a bit wet with a voice so raspy and flat.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, you can sit.”

Harry smells very nice. So nice that his cologne stays on my nose.

I clear my throat.

Watching him walking back to his stool and sits down with his eyes not leaving my face. His stare is the reason why I keep on choking.

The frequent cough formed a roughness and heat on my throat, so I wiped the tears which were hanging on my lashes with the serviettes I found on the pizza box.

“I’m okay,” I assure him again with a faint voice because his face looks very worried than a house mate should be.

I got settled.

“What’s your type?”

After what I went through and he just ask like that. Or is he that curious?

“Rough guys, or boys that gives a bad boy vibe,” my voice it’s not audible while I steal few glances as I answer him.

“Like my twin brother?”

Lord!

My heart is drumming.

I didn’t expect that.