An Unforgettable Summer [on hold]

3:New Definition Of Mortified

CATS POV:
"Kyle, can you show Catarina her bedroom?" Alice asks Kyle.

She grins at me, cutting up some vegetables. Kyle nods slightly and starts walking up the stairs. Not the talking type, I guess.

I stare at him for awhile until I realise I'm meant to be following him. I try to jog to catch up to him, hauling my suitcase after me. When we reach the top he turns left. We walk past a bedroom, with piles of clothes and junk scattered on the floor. A life-size poster of Michael Jordan is on one of the walls above an unmade queen four post bed. Kyle's room.

A few metres away, he stops, "This is your room". I smile at him, enhancing my dimples. I poke my head into the room.

Inside is another queen-sized four post bed, but this one is made with baby pink sheets. Next to the bed is a white bedside table with a lamp. The walls are a dull beige colour with nothing on them but a single window. It's simple and mismatched but I like it.

"Thanks, I love it." I say, walking in and putting my luggage down. I set a book and a picture of mom on the bedside table and look at my iPhone. No messages.

I look up and Kyle is standing in the doorway uneasily as if needing to be dismissed. His hair is messier than before and his sleeves hug his muscles. He's so cute. I try to think of something to say.

"Uh..so...do you like basketball?" I ask.
"Yeah, I'm the captain for the school team."
"You must be good then?" I remember seeing a shelf of trophies next to the poster.
"Obviously." He laughs.

I knit my eyebrows together and stare at the ground. I don't think Kyle is as nice as I thought he was. Oh no, not one of those hot guys that are jerks. I've had enough experience with them.
There's always something with the stunningly hot opposite sex. Either:
1. They come out gay.
2. They're taken.
Or, 3. They're complete and utter assholes and it shines through their actions and personality profusely.

After a few moments Kyle clears his throat.

"See you at dinner then?"
"Actually, can you tell Alice I'm not hungry?"
"Are you sure-"
"Yeah, we had some food on the way here." I lie.
"Okay..." He looks worried for a second but the emotion is off his face as quick as it came and I wonder if it was just my imagination.

"Thanks." I say and he leaves.
I run my hand through my long copper hair and rub my eyes. The truth is; it's been a long day and I need sleep. I can't be bothered to go down there only to be bombarded by Alice's perkiness and Kyle's blandness. I'm going to have to put up with it for the rest of the summer.

I change into my pyjamas and wash my face in another bathroom I found up here, next to another guest bedroom. But the bedroom looked personal, still with books and clothes stacked on the bed and bits of paper on the floor. I remind myself to ask Kyle about it tomorrow.

When I get back to my room, I jump lightly onto my bed and pull the covers up over my head. They smell fresh, like laundry soap. My eyes close by them self and I eventually doze off with the image of Kyle flashing behind my eyelids.

• • •

I wake up screaming.
My widened eyes dart around the room wildly.
I sit up and clamp my hand over my mouth, not wanting to wake Alice and Kyle.

Sweat is gathered on my forehead making my hair stick and I'm breathing heavily through my fingers. My throat is sore from screaming and my cheeks are moist from tears. Removing my hand from my mouth, I breath shakily. I probe the chewed up inside of my cheek with my tongue and taste blood.

A light turns on downstairs. Dammit! Footsteps run up the stairs and Alice appears at my doorway, panting. A relieved look appears on her face as she sees me sitting up in bed, unharmed. I hastily wipe the tears off my face, frustrated with myself.