Only in London

Chapter 20: My Mission Now

Chapter 20: My Mission Now

Hey guys new chapter! And it's loooong so enjoy x.

Kayla's POV

We were at the National History Museum and the architecture of the place was so raw and strong that just viewing it could make anyone feel like they were entering an ancient monument that demands respect. Its stone structures radiated strength and the details on them shone of a legacy that the country was proud of.

Stepping inside the building brought me to a whole new world. There were re-built structures of dinosaurs and other animals from their bones that were probably found through archaeological scavenges.

I was staring at the structure of one of the animals displayed when I heard a voice beside me.

"This is pretty amazing, isn't it?"

Was he trying to make small talk with me? Well, I guess I just have to continue with my indifference.

"Hmm yeah it is." I replied nonchalantly, not even bothering to look up at him although I really wanted to for some reason.

I could feel his gaze burning into the side of my head as he remained silent. I didn't want to bear the awkward silence any longer. I turned in the opposite direction and was about to walk off to the next exhibit.

"I'm sorry."

That was enough to stop me in my tracks as I spun around to face him.

My eyes met with his and I could see a tortured expression on his face. I wanted to tell him that it was okay. That he was forgiven. But I mentally slapped myself.

"What for?" I asked, masking any emotion on my face.

"For saying what I did yesterday. I didn't mean any of it. I...I was just s..so angry but you are not that kind of person and I know that. I just...I'm sorry."

"What about the stuff that you said about Dylan?"

His jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed at the mention of Dylan and this pissed me off. He still judged recklessly.

"I'm not sorry for that, sweetheart."

"And you expect to be forgiven?" I asked and he returned it with an expectant look on his face.

"I don't think you see what the problem is Shane. It's one thing to insinuate that I'm a slut-", his expression darkened at this as he shook his head. He stepped closer to me but I just held a hand up to tell him that I had more to say.

"-but it's something else to constantly be assuming the worst of people. That's what you do with Adam and Dylan and whenever I'm talking to them, then the assumptions that you so baselessly make falls on me too. You may say sorry now but what happens when I talk to Dylan again? Or when I Skype with Adam?"

He gripped my arm and I didn't realize how close we were. I was breathing harder from my little outburst and maybe also because his face was just inches from mine. "I don't think you should be leading the two of them on, sweetheart."

His eyes were dark and his lips wasn't in its usual smirk.

Reluctantly, I pulled myself out of his grip and stepped a step back to create space between us so that I could think properly. We were back to square one.

The same old argument.

"I'm not doing that! I know what I'm doing and it's definitely not that. See, this is what I mean! There you go again assuming things of me that aren't true. And why do you care anyway? You keep on telling me that I shouldn't be doing this or that but what does it matter to you? You don't see me telling you to not speak to Veronica or something crazy like that!"