𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘴

𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯

𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘴

I looked at my phone waiting to see if she would respond. Come on Kendall.

"Nicolas" Carmen's voice snapped me out of my ongoing thoughts. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing" I shook my head putting my phone down. Why can't she just text me? Carmen gave me the 'I know something is wrong' look. I sighed shaking my head.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine" my phone buzzed, I quickly grabbed it checking who it was. Fucking Mark. I ignored it.

"How was the date?"

I took a moment to remember how good the date was until I screwed It up by pulling away from the kiss. I didn't mean to, it was just out of no where, she caught me off guard and that was my reaction.

"I just wish it ended better" her eye brows knit together in confusion. "She kissed me but it caught me off guard and I pulled away. She ran out after."

"How does that make you feel?"

"I don't know, I just wish I didn't react like that because I've texted her for the past week and she won't respond. She won't even open the message, I didn't mean to make her mad. I don't even know if she's mad. I went to her house, knocked on her door. Nothing. I texted her and called her. Nothing. Plus work has me really busy this week, all I want is to talk to her, I almost fucking punched Mark a few days ago. I haven't been this angry in months."

Carmen wrote something on her notebook, what is she writing? She closed the notebook and stood up.

"Our time is up, but she maybe feels really nervous and embarrassed now. Just-"

I immediately cut her off as I stood up "she doesn't have to be embarrassed! I don't care! It's much worse that she's avoiding me!" I yell loudly, Carmen, opened the door sighing softly.

"You talk to her, make her listen. Good evening Nicolas" I gave her a small nod then left. Talk to her? She won't listen to me. I've tried.

As I was driving back home I passed by the art gallery Kendall works in. All the lights were on. I quickly drove to the coffee shop knowing she won't be able to refuse some cookies with her favorite type of coffee.

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Parking was difficult like always but I eventually went up the strip one too many times thinking about what I would say, until I found a car leaving it's spot.

It was a block away from the gallery, I didn't really care as long if she talked to me. When I walked into the gallery, there was people looking at the paintings, not much wealthy people, it looked more like young adults who are just here to look around.

I walked around looking for Kendall, but she was literally no where. I went to the desk where there was a girl typing on the computer.

"Excuse me? Is Kendall here today?" She looked at me and pointed to the back of the gallery. "Thanks" I walked towards the back with the bag of cookies and the coffee in my hand.

There was no one here, except the closed door that seemed locked. I looked at the wall where her paintings are usually on but there was none. I heard the door close making me turn, there she was in some high waisted jeans with a dark army green knitted sweater. Her hair was down and her eyes were glossy. Something was wrong.

"Kendall"

"Crap" she wiped her nose and tried walking away but I stepped in front of her.

"Talk to me," she looked down not even looking at me. "I got you some coffee and cookies" I showed her.

She shook her head "I have to get back to work" she walked away back to the where the group of people was.

I'm not leaving without an explanation on why the fuck she acting like this. I went back to the entrance sitting on a chair as I waited until she finished work.

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I waited for about 2 hours until everyone was gone. During those dreadful 2 hours, I answered emails on my phone. The lights turned off in the back, i stood up again now holding the cold coffee and the cold cookie. She looked at me as she approached the door.

"Nicolas, can you please just...leave me alone" I didn't move, I was blocking the door way so she couldn't really get out without passing through me.

"I need you to talk to me, I haven't talked to you in a week. I tried calling you, texting you, I went to your house multiple times, I came to your work with cookies and coffee and you still won't talk to me"

"Why did you pull away? I thought you liked me? I thought we were really starting to get somewhere but I totally misread the signals you were giving me, I kissed you and I'm sorry. You're leading me on making me think there really might be something between us" she wouldn't stop going on and on about me leading her on and her feeling like an idiot

"when really there isn't, so can you please do me a favor and stop-" I put the things on the chair "what are you doing? Are you even listening to me? I'm trying to-" I wanted to move the strands of hair out of her face, but she pushed my hand away "you do things like that! You make me think that I have a chance with you because I really like you!"

"I like you too"

"And well you keep giving me false-what?" Her eyes widened, and her got body got less tense.

I took 2 steps closer to her "I said I like you too,"

"You-um-you like me too?"

"Do I not make it obvious?" I moved the hair tucking it behind her ear, without her pushing my hand away.

"No, you give a lot of mixed signals sometimes. Like when I kissed you thinking you were going to kiss me but you didn't and-"

"You speak too much" I let my hand rest in between her jaw and ear, I looked at her natural pouty lips, licking my lower one. I looked into her eyes.

"I've been told that--a lot" I crouched down slightly, closing my eyes as leaned in pressing my lips on hers. With my other hand I gripped my hand onto her squishy hip, pulling her closer to me as I deepen the kiss. Her arms wrapped around my neck, running her hands through the back of my head, she kept trying to bring me down lower to be at her height. I wanted to pick her up and push her down, i felt her tongue brush against my lower lip. I broke the kiss knowing that I would take it too far if we continued.

I looked down trying hard not to crack a smile. "I'll take you home"