Pretty Girl

{CHAPTER 18} - CHANGE

At the front door of Kappa Sigma Pretty girl was courteous enough to knock, awaiting permission for entry.

I don't know what she was assuming to happen. And, of course, no one answered.

Thankfully, she realized as well that no one was going to open the door for her, and so, she went in on her own accord. Inside there was a lack chaos.

Pretty laxed, most were situated in the living room watching a sports game of sorts, and others were scattered around the first floor.

Blending in was impossible, subsequently all eyes were on her.

She didn't want any of them to say 'hi', but she then considered the fact that it may have made the atmosphere less unsettling.

She ascended to the second floor, expecting Keil to be in his room. Or else she'd have to shamelessly search around the fraternity.

Upon arriving at his door she took a moment to prepare herself. Marveling over 'what's the worst that could happen?'

She barged in without any notice, which made Keil alert, and divert his awareness towards her.

It wasn't long until his shock switched into repulse. Keil resumed completing some math stuff. His compass was woven between his fingers, often twisting anti-clockwise out of habit.

"Hey Keil, can we talk?"

She closed the door behind her, strode to his bed, and laid there. She placed her bare hands on the coolness of the comforter.

Not a single word slipped from Keil's lips. Indicating he was totally invested in have a nice, simple chat.

"I just wanted to talk about... everything that's happened."

A piercing sigh was his first contribution to their long awaited discussion. He whirled his chair around to give her his undivided attention.

"Ok", he uttered.

Pretty girl then let most of what was holding her back out.

"Well I don't really know where to begin."

She stared down at his floor, too distressed to meet his sharp gaze.

"I guess I've always wondered why did you even want to date me?"

Without looking she knew a smirk was coated across Keil's smug face. His feet were vertically across from hers, a couple of inches between the both of them. His authority hovering over.

"Because I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever met."

After his statement his hands stroked the top of her head.

Something that was meant to be soothing felt more like a threat. I don't know what other answer she forethought, still I know she was awaiting a lengthier declaration.

Keil's strokes became more aggressive, as pressure was applied.

Pretty girl removed his hands, and proceeded.

"I know we're together for different reasons, but I think we both know that this isn't working."

She peered up at him, curious to find out what he was thinking from his expression.

It was blank. Expressionless.

"What do you mean", he pondered.

"Keil I think we should break up."

His silence spoke volumes, and it wasn't in agreeance.

"After everything that has gone on I think that we should break up, or take a break if that works for you. We both know that this isn't working out, and we need to separate. Obviously we both decided to date each other for different reasons, and our reasons were just superficial. I think we both played a part in our failing relationship. And I'm not saying I was perfect cause I do think there were things I should've done better. And this also isn't me saying that you were perfect either."

Keil sauntered back to his chair to absorbed everything she had claimed. Again there was only stillness.

There was no way he could respond to that, what could he perhaps say that could paint him in a better light?

So, he didn't defend himself.

Keil's head was jerked back facing the ceiling, his demeanor strangely too calm. Unsettling it was.

He slouched into his chair as support, I presume awaiting her to speak once again.

Sheknew that he wasn't going to reciprocate, yet believed over time, when thewounds have healed, he'd accept their outcome.

And there wasn't a chance inhell he'd entertain their conversation, though she'd hoped they could have onefinal mutual conclusion to their brief affiliation.

To end this discussion sheleft Keil's room with a simple, "thanks for everything", and headed to her dormto study for tomorrows quiz.