Highly Unlikely [BxB]

CHAPTER EIGHT

Bad Days And Good Nights

The long (un) awaited day was finally here. It was one of those days you just knew would be a train wreck, and whichever way you decided to look at it, it would end the same... with a crash. It would be a mess, but what was one more mess compared to everything?

I decided to get in through the kitchen. Mike's house had a door where you could walk in straight to the kitchen from the outside, so I decided to get in through that door because I believed the actual front door came with too much attention.

The first person I saw was Kit. What the fuck?

I'd decided not to use the front door just to avoid this particular moment. The universe delivered it to me flawlessly. And now that it was here, I thought I might as well get on with it.

I thought of when he kissed me, and when I kissed back, the look of absolute pleasure on his face afterwards, and the one of absolute fear right after that. The rest was history.

"Ree misses you," I told Kit, sounding surprisingly really calm.

Kit looked like he'd die if he opened his mouth to talk. "I miss her a lot. Rylan too..." his voice drifted off. Maybe it was better if the conversation ended here. "Why aren't you mad?" He added.

People are scarier when they don't seem mad at something they are supposed to be mad at. Although he had it wrong, I was mad, really mad.

"Why should I be?" I asked. "Because you ghosted me? You guilty?"

"We should talk."

"Now? Now is when you want us to talk? Bitch—"

I stopped abruptly because I didn't know what to say to him. Nor did I know what to do at that particular moment. Part of me wanted to agree (a very small part), while another part (a very big one) wanted to tell him to go and fuck himself. So why wasn't I doing either one?

"K..." Kit said nervously.

I couldn't conjure up a memory of Kit ever being nervous towards me, not even the first time we met. "What?" I replied coldly.

"We should talk this out."

"Talk it out... yeah fuck off," I replied because I didn't want the conversation to go on until another one of the guys walked in on the weirdness of it all.

"Let me make it up to you."

I laughed. No, it was honestly funny. "How could you possibly make it up to me...other schools won't even consider enrolling me because apparently I'm a druggie."