I'm Gonna Miss You

Chapter 17: Meet The Neighbours

"What the hell made you think it was a smart idea to do that?" Kyan screamed over the phone.

For the past hour, we had been talking about the previous day's events. "She's been going out with this Terrence guy more than Dylan! Of course I had to say something!" Although I was still defending myself, I began to realize how stupid it was to have ran up to Melony without a plan after all.

"And you still think you don't like him?" I rolled my eyes at her comment as I sat down on the chair beside my desk.

I pulled my knees closer to my chest, resting the heels of my foot on the edge of the chair. "I did it as a friend, Kee."

"Really?" Her tone was now sarcastic. "I never had any friends that tried to kiss me first thing in the morning!"

"He wasn't trying to kiss me!" I argued, telling myself the exact same lie. "How many times do I have to tell you? We were just talking! You saw it wrong! You were sleepy! You don't know what you saw!—" I had hurled a lot of words in her direction, my voice practically yelling already. "You know what?" I calmed myself down. "I don't have to explain myself to you."

"And yet, you still do." Her smarty-pants remark started a flame inside me, which I decided to put out since Kyan was trying to help after all. "Okay, let's say he didn't try to kiss you. Did you think about what Dylan would think once his girlfriends tells him that his friend went to her workplace to yell at her for a matter she wasn't even a part of?"

My brows furrowed. "But I didn't yell at her."

"Do you really think that Melony would tell him the actual truth?" My heart sank, knowing that Melony could twist the facts to make me look like a complete home wrecker and that he would listen to her. "She has the chance to rid you from Dylan's friends list. Do you honestly believe that she wouldn't take the opportunity?"

"She wouldn't do that..." I began to bite on the tip of my nail as I worried about what Melony would say, and if Dylan would believe her.

"Wouldn't she?" She said in a as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

"We— Sh— I— She ca— I-I don't know!" I stuttered.

There was a moment of silence as my brain registered this information. "Do you think she already told him?" Kyan's question rang an alarm in my head.

I had no answer to that question, but I had hopes that the answer was 'no'. "What do I do?"

"Well, if he does know, then he'd probably ask you right? And if he doesn't know, then he wouldn't act any different." I narrowed my eyes at the space ahead of me, pretending Kyan and I were face to face. "Just don't act weird! If he tells you about it, just give him your side of the story and if he gets made you have to deal with it."

"I guess that's the only plan..." I snapped my fingers in the air. "Unless I—"

"Don't even think about avoiding him!" Kyan pulled the idea out of my head before I even said anything.

I tilted my head in confusion. "How'd you know that I was gonna say that?"

"That's always your plan!" I pursed my lips in defeat.

My voice was low and muffled. "Not always."

"Always, Ly." I was surprised she heard me.

"You heard tha—" Just then the dreaded noise came from my window.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

My heart began to race as I stood up and backed away from the glass panes. "Kee, he's knocking on my window." I stood on the opposite end of the window, leaving my bed between us.