Silverton North High

Chapter 23: Kyle

I did a double update, so make sure you read the previous chapter!!*

I entered my room and found Ally lying on her bed with headphones on. I put my jar of nutella on our working desk and walked over to her and stuck my bottom lip out until she saw me.

When Ally finally noticed me she sat up and took her headphones off. I sat next to her and sighed out her name before laying my head on her shoulder.

"What's wrong, Kris?" Ally asked.

"Charles," I mumbled.

"What happened? Did you guyz fight?" She asked as she pulled my up so that I could look at her.

"Yeah. I was going over to talk to him, but James said that he had something for me and then I hugged him when he gave me nutella as a 'welcome to SNH' present," I said adding quotation marks. "The next thing I know I have this hand pulling me back, Charles, and then we got into this fight where I told him off for the lack of trust and presents that I received and he told me off for the lack of time I spend with him.

Then I told him that I came to visit him, which I was, and he didn't believe me and I thought 'screw him, he isn't gonna believe me' and said that clOVER thing you taught me and walked away from him."

Ally looked at me and pulled me in for a much-needed hug. "Aawww, my baby," she said promptly squeezing me tighter.

When the hug was over she looked at me in a worried and guilty way, I knew that look to mean that she was gonna give me a piece of her mind, "I'm sorry that this happened, Kris, but you can't blame the guy."

I stuck out my tongue at her and said, "But still Ally, he should trust me. I already felt bad enough and that's why I went over: to give him the full explanation of what was happening and then I got bombed at!"

"I hear you but think about if you were in his position. Kris I love you and all that crap but you can't ignore your friends and expect things to be right just because you said 'sorry'. Sorry doesn't mean anything unless you do something about it and your big Talk with him doesn't mean shit if you got so distracted by some other guy."

"I know..." I said more timidly than, before. And I did know but I still feel as if my reasons were justified. But nevertheless I hurt my friends and boyfriend, ex boyfriend, in the process for something that I'm not even sure about.

"Look, I can see that you need a moment, so I'll just go over to the Commons if you need me," Ally said standing up and leaving me to my thoughts.

After she left I decided to start my bed routine. It was half an hour till curfew so I thought that I may as well get ready. After my bed prep I turned the lights off and jumped into bed and thought.

I thought about my day as a whole. Talking to Deyton, my conversation with Asa and my chat with Ally.

I made sure to skip thinking about Charles as I did not want to think how I may have been wrong.

I thought about Siya, the mall and the conversation I heard on my very first day here.

Sometime while deep in thought I heard the door crack open and Ally's bed creaking.

I concentrated on her breathing and when I was sure she was asleep I thought of Charles.

Putting myself in his position. If Charles were to be hugging some girl that I was jealous of - and he knew it - in the girl's dorms where I was sure to be, then I would've been pissed too. Ignoring my point of view I have to realise the amount of hurt it caused him, seeing me hug someone he didn't particularly like.

Then I let myself think about our break up.

When I was 13 I dated this guy, Kyle, who I knew was a player and thought things would go well... We talked for that one day he asked me out (on the phone: both the talking and the asking out). I send him a message the next day, and it doesn't even go through, I leave it, thinking he must not have data or something.

Two days later he sends me a message on his cousin's phone telling me how his friend set him up with this girl and how he couldn't say no and that we were over.

I read that message and started bawling like a baby. It was the first and only time I'd cried over a boy.

I knew that he was a player, yet I didn't see this coming. I told one of my friends about it and she said that she was not sorry for me and that I should've exexpected it. She was right but it still hurt that she wouldn't comfort me.

I think that's how Charles must feel, in a way. And now, I just made someone else feel the same way that I did all those years ago...

I started crying over a boy for the second time in my life and I hated myself for it because I caused this pain.