When he saw you

CHAPTER TWENTY - EIGHT: HEART BREAKING GOODBYE

Kayla

I spent the last two days in my room, but I couldn't bring myself to cry. Maybe because I hoped he would show up. Even though he didn't call me or text me, I trusted he would show up today. I woke up before my alarm in anticipation of today. For the first time in my life, I would be alone, without my dad or my friends. Without my family.

As I walked to my bathroom to get ready, I looked at the corners of my room. The posters on the wall, the pictures I had of myself with my friends. I had so many memories of my mom here too, but most of them are lost to memory after she died. I didn't want to think too much, so I forced myself to get ready as fast as possible.

I was putting on diamond studs earrings when I heard a knock on my door. It was a familiar rhythm, so I knew it was Evans.

"Come in!"

"Are you dressed?" he yelled back.

"No, I'm as naked as the day I was born. Get your ass in here Evans."

He opened the door, and I saw him laugh. He still had bandages on his face to hide the wounds from his fight with Zion, but he looked thrilled right now and that much was enough for me. Evans turned to the packed luggages next to my bed and his smile dropped.

Throughout the time I packed, we talked through video calls, but his expression made me realise that this was the first time my leaving felt real for him.

"Kay," he moved towards me and I got up from my dressing table to hug him. "What am I going to do without you?" He said as he pressed his head to my neck.

"You'll have to grow up and do everything yourself," I replied.

"Yes mommy," he whispered.

I spanked him.

"Ow! That hurts!" he exclaimed, but he didn't let me go.

After about two minutes of being a big baby, he finally let go. Evans didn't show this side of him often, and I was very grateful that he was taking it well. I sat down and took a deep breath while looking at our group picture one more time. He stood behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders to support me.

His face in the reflection of my mirror told me he wanted to ask if I had told Zion, but I didn't want to plague him with what happened at Zion's house that night. Thankfully, he asked no more questions. If there was a chance for them to remain friends, I prayed that both of them would reconcile someday. As for my friendship with Zion, maybe he would forgive me someday but I wasn't sure I would see him again after graduation.

"Are you kids ready?" Dad walked into my room.

He looked around in confusion. My bags were packed two days ago so I wondered what was wrong.

"Where's Zion?" he asked.

My heart raced. I didn't tell my dad everything that happened, so he didn't know about the fallout. If he asked questions about Evans' wound, I didn't know, but he didn't seem surprised to see them. Evans must have told a really good lie. I didn't know how to answer my dad's question. It only reminded me of the one thing I didn't want to think about until I was far away.

Although I had my doubts, I had to trust that for the sake of our history, Zion would come today. He wouldn't be that heartless to let me leave like that. Right?

"He'll meet us at the airport," Evans said quickly.

My dad was surprised, but he accepted Evans' excuse and moved on to help me carry one of my luggage. Evans carried the second one down the stairs while I followed with my backpack containing my MacBook and chargers. I also had some pads, perfume, lip gloss, my airpods, a book I was currently reading and a sketchbook inside my backpack.