Opposites That Aren't So Opposite

Chapter 10

(Kayson's POV)

Ignore. Ignore. Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.

I clenched my teeth and walked right past Kyle who stood by his locker. Thankfully, he didn't even look at me and I hurried down the hall away from him. I rounded the corner and burst into the bathroom, locking the door behind me and leaning against it.

I can't do this.

I was doing my best at keeping my distance and I'd hoped he'd do the same. Unfortunately for me, I found it much more difficult to not look at him when he wasn't looking at me.

I went to the sink and washed my face, the cold water cooling my stress a little. I only had two more periods left of school and the last one I shared with Kyle. It was a nightmare waiting to happen.

I dried my face and headed back out of the bathroom. I just needed to keep my head down and pretend nothing was wrong. He wasn't even looking at me which means that I can't make eye contact. I'd be perfectly fine.

I was almost done convincing myself of my current situation when I ran head first into someone. Go figure. It was Kyle.

I stepped back and looked away. I expected him to say something but, instead he brushed by me and walked away. I turned and watched him go, a pang of guilt throbbing in my chest.

He hates me now...

I swallowed and turned back to my classroom. I couldn't let it bother me. I did it to myself.

An hour of history later I was walking towards study hall. My last period of the day. I peeked in the door and saw Kyle was already there. I took a deep breath and stepped in, walking to the farthest seat away from him and sitting down.

Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.

My eyes flicked over to him. He was looking through his math homework, a look complete disinterest on his face. He always did hate math.

I whipped my head back to my own work and scowled. I needed to concentrate on my homework. It's the only way I could stop thinking about the boy sitting across the room.

Just... concentrate.

In the end I barely got anything done and the bell rang way later than it should have. I grabbed my things and hurried out the door. I was not going to stay in that room a second later.

I went to my locker and got my backpack. Then I rushed out of the building. Due to my hurried actions, I ended up way to early to Macey's school and had to wait outside.

I sat down on one of the benches and pulled out my homework again. Maybe I'd be able to do more now that Kyle wasn't nearby.

Scratch that. Here he comes. I shoved my things back into my bag and turned away. From how he acted earlier I wasn't surprised when he walked past me and sat down at a different bench, nor was I upset. Nevermind. I was upset.

I clenched my fists into my jeans and didn't look at him. I almost hoped he'd say something. Anything. But, no, he decided to hold his silence and we sat awkwardly for about ten minutes whike we waited for our sisters.

When the doors finally opened all the kids came running out, screamig and laughing. I looked for Macey and spotted her talking to Kayla.

Kyle must hae noticed too because he hurried over and took his sister's hand. "Come on, Kayla. We have to go home."

She frowned. "But, we wanted to hang out. Can we have a play date?"

Kyle hlanced at me as I walked up and grabbed Macey's hand. "No, we can't. Maybe another time."

I didn't argue and quickly tugged Macey with me. "Come on. Let's get home."

"I see you guys are still fighting." She said.

I rolled my eyes. "I don't need any of that from you. Just hurry."

She shrugged and I glanced back at Kyle who was looking away as he lead Kayla back home. I sighed and we walked home in silence.

I unlocked the door and held it for Macey. She grinned. "You're such a gentleman, you know? I don't see why you're having problems with Kyle when you're such a nice person."

I narrowed my eyes at her. "Room. Now."

She huffed and stormed up the stairs. "I was just saying. Just 'cause you're in a bad mood doesn't mean you czn yell at me. You're not my mother."

I clenched my teeth at that last comment and waited for her dlor to shut before I stomped into the living room and plopped down on the couch.