A Touch Of Cinnamon

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty


"Like I said Rae, I am totally fine, it's only a scrape."

"Just a scrape is enough for me, should I neuter him?" She seethed like a protective mother. I couldn't stop the smile.

"Wait, let's go back a couple of steps. You were with Vance? What's the deal with that?"

"Nothing- well something but then another thing and I'm just confused!" I exclaim, throwing my hands in the air. A few people inside the library turn to look at me, confused. "Sorry.." I whisper with a wince.

"I can't help you if you don't tell me what you're talking about."

I let out a frustrated sigh, setting my books on top of the empty table. "That's just Rae, I don't know. I really do like Vance a lot. He's kind and patient with me and he's adventurous but then there is Roman." I look at Rae while she listens to me. "He's my first everything and he's hurt me, more than anything but I still have feelings for him. I really don't want to hurt anyone. I don't know what I want to do at this point. Yeah, I was taking a break from Roman and having a honeymoon face with Vance but then it settled in that it can't always be like that. If I choose Vance then everything Roman and I have built and been through was for nothing but memories, that doesn't mean I would just ignore him but if I go back to Roman because he does seem like he has changed then Vance would be heartbroken because he cares, he cares so much so regardless any decision would hurt them one way or another-"

"Kennedy, breathe!" Raelynn smiled, reassuringly while resting a hand on my shoulder. I finally took in a deep breath that I didn't even know I needed. "Great, now that you're breathing again let me just say this, I think you should continue to be the middleman even though it may seem wrong. You should continue being in between them but be cautious about how you feel for them.I know Roman is like a brother to me but in this situation it's about you but all I ask is to not hurt him too badly, He's a big boy and regardless the only thing I could think of to make the situation better is a threesome." I gave her a deadpan look when she said that.

"Really Rae, I can't with you." I shake my head and begin reading the book I found.

"Well apparently you can because you're friends with me." She started tilting her head sideways with a pointed face.

"We'll see." We continued to talk as the bell rang signaling that lunch was over and that it was now lunch time.

"We don't have to leave just yet, I already told Mrs. Welsh we will be in the library." Rae told me when I was about to get up. "But seriously Kennedy, that threesome idea sounds like a really good idea," I facepalmed.

"Just...No." I turned away from her and turned my attention to the book I picked up.

"I'm just saying." She sang, turning to her own book.

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"Rae, I seriously don't know what to do." I broke the long silence when my anxiousness began to eat me up.

Rae let out a sigh and closed her book. "Well, think about it." This whole thinking thing is really going to kill me. I don't know what to do or who I want to be with. I have feelings for them both but I'm afraid I already know the answer...
Raelynn gave me a knowing look. "You already know the answer don't you." Her expression was sympathetic. "You're just afraid to say it, aren't you?"

"Yeah." I whispered. "I don't want to hurt anyone."

"Regardless, someone has to get hurt but they'll get over it eventually."

I chewed on my lip as I felt anxious again. We went back to reading for about thirty more minutes before the bell rang yet again signaling our last period. I said bye to Rae and left for class. It was my last class which happens to be with Vance. I walked into class and sat in my designated seat, I always sat in. Vance walked in silently and sat down next to me, he had a black hoodie, some ripped jeans and sneakers. Typical highschool outfit. He gave me a soft smile but I could tell he didn't feel like talking so I returned the smile then went back to paying attention to the teacher. I took lots of notes and I mean a lot, like pages worth. I glanced to my right to see Vance's head laying on the desk with his hood up. He seemed to be sleeping. I quickly took his notebook from his bag and began to quickly copy down the notes I just took into his notebook. I even made sure to add examples the teacher put up in case he didn't understand it. After finally finishing up the notes, I closed the notebook and put it back into his backpack.

Class was extremely boring especially since it was the last period of the day and it felt like class was never going to end. I made the worst decision to watch the time which was a horrible idea because I seemed like it was taunting me at how slow it passed. It got to the point where I tried counting because it felt suspiciously slow to be a minute but I ended up always losing count and had to start over. My eyes began to droop especially since the teacher was done teaching and just sitting at their desk grading last week's work. I exaggeratedly groaned silently and threw my head back to stare at the bland ceiling. Everyone else in class seemed just as bored, I hate Mondays- I mean who likes them?

The bell rang and in a second everyone stampeded out of the classroom, I got out of my chair and quietly packed my stuff. The alarm didn't seem to wake Vance up so I lightly shook him, He grumbled and sat up. "Class ended." He nodded and stood up, swinging his bag over his shoulder and began to walk out. Wow, not even going to wait for me.

He halted at the door and turned to me. "Aren't you coming?" I chewed the inside of my cheek and rushed towards him. He laid his arm over my shoulder. I'm quite glad most of the students were cleared out of the school. We went the back way which I'm guessing was where he had his skateboard. We made it to his locker and he still hasn't said a word. I could tell he wasn't upset with me and that it was just that he didn't feel like talking. He took his board from inside the locker before closing it and putting the lock back on. He pushed open the double doors of the school and led us out to where the rack of bikes was. He immediately dropped the board and hopped on, luckily he was at a slow enough pace that I could follow next to.
"So how's your arm?" He asked suddenly.

"It's way better, it's just a scab by now." I responded, walking next to him. "How about you? Are you alright?"

He seemed to get stiff once again but shook it off. "Yeah I'm good, snowball. No need to worry. I just didn't get much sleep last night." It didn't seem like he was lying so I didn't push it. The walk to my house was peaceful, we both just walked in comfortable silence. The only noise heard is the occasional birds and the wheels of his board rolling on the sidewalk. I haven't seen Roman today and I don't know if I'm happy about it or not. I don't feel any resentment or ill feelings towards him at all, I feel we forgive and forget but at the same time grow. "Let's go get some drinks at the coffee shop nearby."

"Sounds good." We made our way to the coffee shop which was just around the corner. The coffee shop was small and cozy with indoor and outside seating, it also had a small library with a few couches. When I first moved here I remember my mom always talking about it. Vance told me to tell him what I wanted so he could order while I sat down. I told him I wanted a hot chocolate with cinnamon on top along with whipped cream. It felt like I haven't had that deliciousness in years, just the thought made my mouth water. After a few minutes our drinks were ready and Vance got up to get them.
"Thank you." I took the small cup and smelled it, it smelled like christmas in a cup. I blew softly into the cap's hole before drinking. The hot drink felt nice down my throat, soothing more like and the cinnamon made it ten times better. I let out a content sigh. Vance let out a chuckle and took a sip out of his.

"What'd you get?"

"A cold brew." I tilted my head.

"What's that? Is it good?" I asked, taking another sip from the love of my life.

"Why don't you try it?" He held the cup out for me to try, I took the cup and brought it up a good distance to smell it. It smelled good, it just smelled like straight coffee beans. With a shrug I brought the cup to my lips and took a sip. At first I actually enjoyed the refreshing and opened it was, especially with how smooth it was but then the taste hit me and made me grimace.
"It's too dark for you isn't it?"

"Yup-" I passed the cup back to him as he laughed. "But it was good." I grabbed my cup once again and drank a big gulp to get rid of the taste. The coffee shop felt like another home, the energy was comforting and their empanadas were to die for. The owners were just the sweetest as well, their story is amazing. Every single detail in the shop was unique and truly a reflection of the home away from home.

A book on the shelf across from me caught my eye and I reached for it. It seemed like a fantasy book. I got comfortable on the couch obviously with my feet on the ground because that would be rude- and opened the book. I skimmed over the reviews on the back and the description on the inside. I guess I was so engrossed in the book because Vance's laugh brought my attention back. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing, it's just funny how quickly you forgot about me."

I rolled my eyes. "I didn't forget about you." I state in a matter of fact tone.

"Then you heard what I said?" He smirked with a knowing look.

I blushed. "Well... No I didn't but-"

"See then you weren't." He laughed which only made me blush with embarrassment.

"What did you say?"

"I was just asking if you had any plans this weekend because there's a party this weekend at some jocks house."

"Uh, the last party I went to wasn't the best but I guess, I have to ask my parents first. Can I bring a friend?" I don't think I could survive without Rae there.

"Sure it is a party after all, and alright just let me know what they say so I could give you a ride."

"Wait, you have a car?" I only ever saw him skateboarding.

"Yes of some sort but I do." I narrowed my eyes because he sounded suspicious. He just shrugged and went back to drinking his cold brew. I ended up letting it go and drank my drink until I realized that I already finished it. I pouted as I stared at the empty cup. When did I finish it? Why must all good things come to an end. 

Thank you for reading! Sorry I haven't been posting as much I had terrible writers block along with moving. I'll try to post as much as I can. Be sure to vote and comment, Stay safe<3 Also check out my other book. "Shards of the truth."