Loving Kinnick (Rewritten)

Anything For You Best Friend

After the incident at the gym, I wondered what the rest of the week would look like. I worried about how often I would see Kinnick and what would happen when we crossed paths in class or even the hallways. Then I realized I didn't need to try hard. As a matter of fact, I didn't need to try at all. He skipped the whole week. And I questioned why I felt concerned despite what happened in class earlier this week.

John spent hours apologizing in his car as he dropped me back off at home. As much as I tried to convince him that he didn't need to say sorry, he said that he owed it to me. After contemplating with himself, he said it wasn't right to take me somewhere without my knowledge. I realized how much John needed me to accept his apology. I wondered how many people made him feel guilty, even when he tried to do the right thing.

Miles must have heard what happened because he texted me throughout the night, asking if I was okay. I am not sure we talked about anything else; he just wanted to ensure I wasn't alone. I never had that before, and it felt foreign. I forgot what it felt like to matter to someone since my mom died.

When Friday came, I found myself eager to stay inside. Chrissy didn't want to make plans if I wasn't willing to leave. So, now I am sitting with Miles on my bed, going over assignments in the classes we shared. He was highlighting his textbook, finding important passages before starting his essay.

He knew how badly I wanted to avoid class this week and skip all of my courses to avoid Kinnick. He was there to make sure it never happened. After the loss of sleep and the endless exhaustion, he promised to help me understand what I missed out on.

"Bo!" My bedroom door flew open as my best friend came rushing inside as her chest moved up and down at a rapid pace.

She momentarily stopped to look at Miles. "Oh, hey."

He looked up from his book, clearing his throat as he ran his hands through his hair. "Hey."

I watched with amusement as she gulped harshly. "So, what are you guys doing?"

"Studying," I interrupted their eye contact as I stared with hilarity.

She sucked in a deep breath, looking down at me as she tried to avoid Miles. "Do you feel like going to the game with me? Tyler is playing tonight, and there are many scouts to watch Luke. I don't want to go alone."

My gaze moved from Chrissy to glance at Miles. "Uh - do you want to go?"

"I'll go wherever you go, best friend," he shrugged. "As long as you turn in all of your assignments on time."

"Then I guess we should get ready to leave."

Chrissy shot upward, launching herself into the air as she smiled. "Yes! Let's go!"

Miles suggested driving himself, which neither Chrissy nor I disagreed with. "I'll be down in the car. I assume you have to change or whatever you have to do to finish getting ready."

"Give us five minutes," I promised. "We will be right down."

Chrissy wasn't worried about my clothes and the lack of cleavage I showed as she was every other time we got ready together. She was more interested in why Miles was in my bedroom on my bed, alone with me. I could tell by the tone of her voice she sounded jealous, but I wasn't sure why that would be. She had a boyfriend, and I wasn't attracted to Miles.

As I followed her down the stairs of my house, I listened to her talk about the lack of attraction Tyler had for her, but I tuned her out because that was my only choice when she talked about having sex with her boyfriend.

"That didn't take long," Miles said as I slipped into the passenger's seat of his car.

I looked over at him as I buckled my seat belt. "I don't break promises."