Truthbreaker (2) -Charlie Conway

Fight or Flight

Charlie Conway's POV

Oh. My. God.

I just kissed Lyla Mitchell.

It all happened so fast. I couldn't even make anything out, until I made out with her. With Lyla Mitchell. My enemy.

Is enemy even the word to use anymore? Because everything has changed, And I don't know if it's a good change or a terrible one.

As the door closed behind me, I contemplated my overall existence on this earth, and why I continued to surprise myself in the worst ways possible. Things can't go back to normal now. They will always be awkward between us. Even if it felt like the right thing to do at the moment, I really messed things up.

But, in a way, it felt, good. I mean, even if it was fast, I felt it everywhere. Her sparkling eyes, her soft
Lips—

"What are you doing?" I jumped at the sudden voice and looked to my side to see Adam. I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't even notice the boy. He wore a stern look, and, as I glanced at his arm, it was supported with a sling.

"Oh-uh nothing. Um-nothing." I sputter. Jeez, could I have sounded any more nervous? His gaze seemed suspicious of me, and I could feel my knees buckle under the weight of my lies.

"Uh-what happened to your arm?" I say, trying to thaw the ice.

"Sprained my wrist at the Iceland game. Got it checked out. I cant play until it's better." He says in a gloomy voice, making me feel bad for the boy.

"That sucks, man. Hope you feel better soon." I say rushed, just wanting to get out of here and go scream into my pillow. Awkward silence swallowed us whole as we stared at each other. I anxiously tapped my hands on my sides, looking anywhere but Adam's eyes. Finally, my legs started working again, and I was able to start down the hallway, to my dorm.

Well, I would've, if it wasn't for Adam's stern hand on my chest, stopping me in my tracks.

"What were you doing in Lyla's room, Charlie?" He says, and I felt my heart rate grow faster again. Oh shoot! What do I say? If anyone found out about what happened between Lyla and me, I wouldn't recover.

"Oh-I was just, I was just—notes." I stuttered, instantly slapping myself internally. Why was I such a bad lier?

"Notes?" Adam said with an unconvinced tone.

"From class the other day you know, when your were glaring me down after I suggested that." I said, perhaps to harsh for my liking. I found myself back face to face with Adam again, and you could cut the tension with a knife.

"I was doing that for a reason." He's says, and I felt my jaw tense ever so slightly.

"Reason being?" I ask.

"That you should stay away from Lyla." He says, and I rolled my eyes.

"Look, dude. I know you two are like, besties and stuff, but there's nothing going—" my throat got caught, because what I was saying would be a lie, starting 5 minutes ago. "There's nothing—nothing going on with me and her." I croaked out, hoping my voice was more convincing.

"I hope not. Because if there is, you'll be sorry." He says, stepping a bit forward. His stern voice didn't scare me, though.

"Oh, so what? Your threatening me now?" I say, pushing him back a bit as I stepped closer. This unknown anger in me was hitting a boiling point.

"Maybe I am. What are you gonna do about it, man?" Adam replies, pushing me back as I staggered backwards but maintained my balance. He got up in my face, breathing heavy. I didn't want to do this. Not right now. Not in front of Lyla's door, not after what just happened.