Irish Oxytocin

Kaylen | 6

* trigger warning: there are scenes of major physical assault in detail in this chapter. I will warn you before it starts, so you can read ahead *

                          ❁ Chapter 6 ❁

It was the morning after Nolan and I went to the cherry blossom field. There was change flying in the air as I relived our day repetitively.

Nolan can sing; he sang to me. His voice was overwhelmingly pulling as I melted into his words. It was inexplicably attractive; magnetic even. I felt a sense of progress brewing.
The first day we met, he remained in his car when he dropped me off before driving off. I felt cold as he kept brushing me off like our interactions were just for academic benefit.
They weren't; I knew that now. He had shown me in the field.

I found myself trying to get through to him in the best way I could. Academic benefit, my ass. He felt the feelings I had been overwhelmed with as much as I did.
It would be merely impossible to describe the attraction I feel when he's around.
He didn't seem to completely brush me off yesterday, and I learned more about him. It was a means of patience with Nolan, and I was willing to wait. Sometimes you've got to take risks, and something tells me risks are all that follows with that boy.

When I got in after he dropped me off, Daniel tried his best to not be mad at me. He was in the living room this time with a full bowl of cereal at hand.
I walked over to him and took a seat on the couch. He didn't mention Nolan once, and immediately started explaining what he was watching to me. I knew he felt bad for blowing up at the end of the day, but his ego was too big to apologize. He's always been egotistical, which is another thing that differentiated him from me.
We stayed up a little while watching the show we like, and snacked a bit. We almost finished a complete season of Breaking Bad that we had been working on for a couple of weeks.
It was rare that my brother and I ever have alone time together now that Ella was around.

The majority of my days, I'm with Ethan. During school, after school, on weekends, and on holidays.
We were inseparable, and that didn't change once Jacob came around. He joined instead, and we became a trio.

Some days I miss Daniel. We're supposed to be built in-best friends, and now we never really seem to be around each other without someone else to break the ice.

"I love you Ce," he told me as we started to pack up for bed.
"Please don't doubt it. Even if I don't approve of your new developing friendship."

I folded the blankets on the couch and gave him a slow nod.
His words were reassuring in a Daniel way. I knew he loved me. I loved him just as much.
But, he has to understand that he can't continue to control me. I have to make my own mistakes, and he has to understand that. If he doesn't give me freedom, I'll never learn. I think deep down he knows that too, but I could tell from the way he acts around us that he's worried. Worried because of Liam, and what happened after he left,
I guess I could understand where he's coming from, though. If it was him in my shoes, I'd be worried as well.

I was getting ready for school at the same time I usually do when Daniel walked in. I was curling my hair on my bed, so I could use my phone as it charged.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey, Dani'. What's up?" I asked, twirling around the wand.
"I'm leaving to get Ella in a few, are you coming with?" he asked, leaning against the wall on my left side.

I untangled my last curl and put down the curler as I contemplated. I didn't know if I wanted to. As much as I was avoiding it because of his form of apology last night, I couldn't ignore his words. They haunted me from the moment I stepped into the door, to the minute I woke up this morning. They were damaging to whatever piece of me still felt whole.
As I continued to contemplate, my phone chimed at my side. Both of our eyes flickered to the notification, and then back at each other.
I put my index finger up signal him to wait, and went to check it. Daniel waited patiently as I unlocked my phone.
It was a message from an unknown number.