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Chapter Four: Aftermath of a Confession

Aftermath of a Confession

*~! Kayla's POV *~!

I panicked the second I entered my temporary bedroom at Preston's house, muttering over what I had just confessed. I couldn't believe I had actually told him I had feelings for him, I couldn't believe I let something slip that I swore to take to be grave just weeks before. I felt like I couldn't breathe, like the walls were closing in on me. I was so out of my element, that I felt foreign, almost like an alien.

I didn't like anyone, that wasn't me. I had planned to drift through high school and stay focused, and when college came around, I would have my fun, but this was throwing a wrench into my plans. Normally, I would've kept my mouth shut, but there was something in me festering to have him kiss me, and yearning to know the truth about his feelings for me. But now that I knew, I wanted to take it back.

I grew frustrated, angry with the fact I couldn't seem to think about anything but the teenage boy just two doors down. It didn't make sense how much he could make me think; but then I got a revelation that was one hundred percent true: he was thinking about me just as much. He had to be. We were both out of our comfort zones, and I knew being uncomfortable made us think. It was suicidal, but we couldn't help it. It's human nature.

I sent a quick text to Erica, telling her we needed to talk, and fast. She insisted on a call, but I denied her request, and instead we scheduled a breakfast date before I had to get ready and dressed for the art exhibit. She was less than happy, due to her hatred for early morning, but I couldn't handle talking over the phone, especially when someone could wake up at any time, and overhear us.

I sighed as I laid back on my pillow, curling up into it. I was still thinking about Preston, about how we laughed together and talked. That's why I wanted him as a friend, and just wanted to ignore my feelings for him. I just wanted a friend, someone who would keep me grounded, and who I could talk to. He was looking like a great candidate, but that had all gone to pieces the moment I pressured him to kiss me. I wasn't sure what had come over me, but I was intoxicated by that moment and our connection. He was in a space where every time he looked at me, my heart pounded. I wasn't sure if I could handle it, but I was sure that I liked that feeling, even though I hated who I felt it toward.

I officially gave up, and decided I needed sleep before my jam packed day the next day. I huffed again, and closed my eyes, thankfully drifting off to a dreamless sleep, in hopes that when I woke up, I would feel better about the situation. And I did, just a little.

I could hear instructions being handed out down stairs as I showered, and giggled when I heard Preston groan at his mom. She was so excited for the exhibit that she had gotten up early, and had nothing else to do, so she decided to make everyone help with cooking breakfast, excluding me. She was calling out orders while Preston and Heather listened. I knew he was pretending he didn't like it because I knew he loved cooking; but his ego extended all the way to his mother, which was fun to watch at times.

I dressed minutes after waking up and showering, and headed down stairs to see the happy family bumping around each other. I cleared my throat, and Preston turned around with a smile, but wiped it away, remembering our agreement. I smiled softly back, and he nodded. The nonverbal communication was killing me, so I shuffled my eyes to a nearby guest room, and silently, he backed out of the kitchen, and followed me.

"Hey," I smiled when we were alone, and he gave me a lopsided smirk.

"Hey."

"I have to go out and meet Erica for breakfast, and then I'm going to get my nails and hair done. I should be here to pick you up for the dinner around seven. The exhibit starts at eight, and then we're free," I informed as he nodded.