Focus (The better version)

Chapter Four: Bad-Good-Really Bad

CHRIS

I couldn't even fathom what just happened. Karam just kissed my girl. Not his girl, my girl. I mean dafuq, he left Kayla for some slut all the way back in 8th grade. Trust me, I remember. She came home sobbing in her pillow. Her eyes were red like she just smoked something. I was the one who felt bad for her. Not him. I'm the one dating her. Not him. I'm the one who stayed with her no matter what. Not him. So why does he keep coming back trying to get her back? It won't happen. She's mine.

We walk up the stairs, to our room. As we're walking I turn back to look at Kayla. You can tell she already knew what was going to happen by her facial expression. When we were both in the room I slammed the door shut. Kayla just sat on the bed looking at me.

"Was that really necessary?" she asked plainly.

"Yes, it was. Tell me why you let him kiss you? Do you remember who your boyfriend is?"

She stood up and walked up to me. "I didn't, that's the thing."

I could've kissed her right then and there but I kept reminding myself that I was mad at her. I walked to the closet and took out a towel. "I'm getting in the shower." I say, walking towards the bathroom.

"Oh really? I thought you were going to eat that towel." I couldn't help but crack a smile. Her sarcasm is always funny, no matter what mood I'm in.

I turn the shower on then stick my head into the bedroom. "Don't bother me either." I had to get that out. I get into the shower to clear my thoughts. I always do this when I'm upset or angry. Seems like something a girl would do but whatever.

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I felt bad for blowing up on Kayla like that so I decide to apologize to her after I get out the shower. I get my towel and wrap it around my lower body. As I walk past the mirror, I wipe away the mist.

"Sexy as usual," I say to myself. I walk into the bedroom, already apologizing to Kayla.

"Look, Kayla, I'm so sorry for.. Wow." I look on the floor to see Kayla sleeping on the floor in her cute little onesie.

"Aww. How cute but really? The floor?" I laugh to myself, thinking about why she would've chosen to sleep on the floor instead of the bed. I lift her up and put her onto the bed. I put on some boxers and a wife beater then lay next to her.

"I'm not tired." she said lightly.

"Yes you are. You were just sleeping. Of course you're tired."

"No I not." She shoves me a little bit. "So you made me pick you up for no reason?" I say not phased by her pushing and shoving.

She sits up quickly and asks, "You calling me fat?"

"No but you aren't as light as a feather either." Great. I'm screwed. Think Chris. Think. What's a good save? ''Hmm. Maybe you are. I forgot." I pick her up and swing her around the room.

She laughs loudly, causing my mom to hear. "SHUT THE HELL UP!! IT'S TOO LATE FOR ALL THAT SHIT!!!" 

"Sorry mommy!!" Kayla says sweetly.

We both lay back down, quieting our laughs. As soon as it gets silent her phone rings.

"Hello.. What?!.. Don't play me. You better not be playing me... We're on our way.. huh what?.. You said something about the police... Man, fuck, I'm coming. Bye." She hangs up the phone and hops out of bed. She didn't even bother changing. She just put on her coat and her Jordans. "Kayla. What's going on? What happened?"

"Just put your stuff on right now. We're taking your car but I'll drive." I don't like having to guess the situation especially when she sounded like that on the phone.

Kayla was about to walk out of the door but I stopped her.

"What's going on?"

"Henry is in the hospital. I'm sorry Pooh." She was crying and running towards the car now. I couldn't believe it. My best friend is in the hospital. I was frozen from shock. I snapped out of it due to the loud car horn beeping at me. I ran to the car and got in on the passenger side. Kayla sped to the hospital at 75 mph in a 50 mph zone. I still couldn't believe it. I was upset but I wasn't going to cry. I wasn't going to cry.