Best Part: Reggie Mantle FF

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The Cooper Home was very welcoming. Betty's mother was kind and so was her sister. Wasn't a male spotted anywhere around the house which had multiple possibilities for the missing family member?

Amayla had to leave early and thanked Betty for the hospitality before she left. She walked home, still having an uneasy feeling in her mind. What happened last year? And why is everyone keeping it a secret from her?

While opening the door she hears Reginald call out her name. "Amayla!" He says as jogs toward her at the door.

"Hi, Reggie -" Amayla pauses while she looks at Reggie's pre-busted lip that he didn't have earlier today.

"What happened to your lip?"

"Just some conflict with a teammate," Reggie replied. "It's fine-" He hisses in pain.

Amayla cups his face to get more of a look at his lip. "Come inside," Amayla said as she let go of his face. "I have a first aid kit upstairs."

Reggie gulps as they both walk inside the house. No one is home. Diana is at school staying after to apologize to Cheryl. Mr. & Mrs. Harris are both at work.

They both walk upstairs into Amayla's room. As she goes to her bathroom to get the kit, Reggie looks around her room while staring at the photography on her wall.

"You do photography?" Reggie asks.

"Um, yeah!" Amayla replied. "Just for fun when either we are on vacation or when I see something beautiful."

Reggie nods as he stares at the camera on her dresser. Amayla leaves the bathroom with the kit in her hands. "Okay, I got the kit," Amayla said. "Sit on the bed."

Reggie sits on the bed and watches Amayla put cleaning alcohol on a cotton ball. She goes in between his legs and puts her hand behind his neck, feeling the back of his fluffy hair she admired when she first saw him.

Reggie's heart was pounding fast while staring at Amayla gently patting the blood off his lip. She hits a painful spot which makes him flinch and makes him accidentally lay his hand on her thigh.

Amayla jumps a little, never experiencing a boy's touch. "S-sorry," Amayla says as stares down at Reggie. "I didn't mean to hit the wound.."

"It's okay," Reggie replied. "You're good.."

Amayla keeps going until she completely gets the blood off of his lip. She gently lifts his chin up and gently blows on his bottom lip. Reggie feels the fresh cold breeze coming from Amayla's lips. 

Amayla looks down at Reggie's lips. His lips are big, pink, and plump. She wondered what could have happened that could almost damage his perfect lip.

Reggie's eyes still kept locked on Amayla's lips. "Reggie?" Amayla asks. "What happened to your lip?"

Reggie lowers his head as he exhales.

"I had a conflict with Andrews, but it's fine though." Reggie gets up from the bed and looks at her while touching his lip.

"Conflict? Why?" Amayla asked.

'You. We were fighting about you.' Reggie thought but he didn't have the guts to tell her that. But how can he? He knew she wasn't the drama type, unlike her sister. Reggie was so mad at Archie because he knew the fails of his past relationships and how he truly liked Veronica at one point. Andrews already took one girl he loved, he wasn't going to take another girl who he never felt good about before.

Amayla exhales as she throws away the bloody cotton balls thinking to herself that it was clueless asking Reggie questions he wasn't going to be truthful about. Amayla was about to go into the bathroom when she feels a hand wrap around her wrist.

Reggie looks at Amayla as he tries to find the words to put together to make her understand.

"I got mad at Archie for a reason," Reggie replied. "I got.. jealous. I got jealous because he offered you Piano lessons and I couldn't drive you home anymore."

"W-why?.." Amayla asks.

"I-"

The downstairs door opens as Amayla hears someone's familiar suitcase get put on the ground.

"Sweetheart," Mr. Harris said as he loosens his tie. "I'm home."