Only in London

Chapter 18: Someone's In Denial

Chapter 18: Someone's In Denial

Hey guys, second chapter of the day! Enjoy x.

Shane's POV

 We reached the hotel sooner than I liked. And guess who we saw when we entered the hotel?

 I could feel my grip on the two plastic bags containing the food tighten. I wanted to carry all three because...what kind of a guy would I be if I let her carry any of those bags? I wouldn't let that happen. But Kayla was extremely stubborn and a hard-headed person.

 She insisted on carrying atleast one and basically snatched a bag out of my hands, just like how I had snatched her wallet. I still remember her victorious smile as she stuck her tongue out at me when she successfully snatched the bag. She was so adorable.

 Anyway, Dylan was there at the reception counter smiling at us. I was planning on ignoring him and walking away but Kayla had other plans. She walked up to him and this only caused his grin to broaden. Does she have no idea what she is doing?

 "Is that for me, love?" He asked in his irritating British accent that girls seem to fawn over and, wait a minute...didn't he already know her name? So why in the world was he still calling her love? I narrowed my eyes at him, hoping that my glare had sent a clear message to back off because I knew the game that he was playing. He briefly glanced at me and he had a look of satisfaction in his eyes. I knew it! He wanted her. That little prick.

 "Aww no, sorry-", she chuckled,"-are you hungry?" She asked innocently.

 "Yes." He said in a tone that would've made me punch his face, several times, if Kayla wasn't around. He looked at me and seemed to be thoroughly amused by what he saw. Who did he think he was? I couldn't stand here or be around him any longer if I didn't want to cause damage to that face of his. I'm sure he wouldn't be too thrilled with that.

 "Let's go." I told Kayla harshly as I gripped her arm and pulled her towards the lift and away from that prick.

 "What's wrong with you?" She asked in exasperation once we were in the confinement of the lift.

 "I can't believe you're so oblivious."

 "What are you talking about?" She questioned, looking lost.

 "That prick. That's what I'm talking about."

 Realisation dawned on her features as anger seemed to take over her features. "Don't you dare call him that when you don't know him. You seem to do that a lot. Judging people wrongly."

 "Oh so now you're defending him. Great." I don't know why I was getting so worked up over this but I couldn't help it.

 She narrowed her eyes at me. "We're just friends. What could you possibly have against that?"

 I scoffed. She really was blind to his intentions.

 "Just friends...right because friends look at each other as if they wanted them in their beds. Maybe he could be your friend with benefits, huh." I said acidly.

 Her eyes snapped to mine. I could see the fury behind them but the disappointment in them was what really stood out the most.

 "I'm holding myself back from slapping you so hard right now because reacting to what you just said would mean gracing your downright repulsive and low statement. I would counter whatever you have said but, you know what, I don't even think you deserve to hear anything from me." She said in an eerily calm voice that threatened to blow if I made one wrong move. The accusation and hurt in her voice made me regret whatever I said to her.