A Cruel Lovestory

Chapter 5

For Kỳ to say he hated Kezia could have been taken as an exaggeration, but it was how he had felt about him in the beginning. Kezia was rude, a prick and quite frankly annoying. He was everything Kỳ hated. But those feelings were in the past, at least for the time being.

Alcohol changed people, gave them courage. It made people do stupid things, or at least pose as a scapegoat for their actions.

If Kỳ's feelings were true, how could he have ever explained to his future self what he had just done and how it had him feel. Nothing made sense. For him to feel how he had felt, was surely wrong, but every time he thought about that moment, his heart twisted and his insides fell to the soles of his feet. He could not wrap his head around why he had done it, but he had, and he'd enjoyed it.

"It was one kiss Kỳ." Kezia licked his lips. "Relax...it probably won't happen again."

Spin the bottle. That was what had happened. Kỳ had foolishly accepted the drunk invitation from a random girl who didn't even go to their school, and now he here was, sitting with the taste of Kezia on his tongue.

Kissing him had felt weird. Mostly because Kỳ didn't hate it. Kezia tasted like cheap alcohol, but somehow that made everything all the more enticing. The entire experience was completely different to how Kỳ had imagined it, not that he thought about kissing Kezia.

His lips were soft, and he didn't initiate anything serious. Kezia had simply let his lips touch Kỳ's. But since that wasn't the honest way of playing spin the bottle - as said by one of the people watching - Kỳ gently pried open Kezia's mouth with his tongue. If he was going to kiss Kezia Adams, he might as well have kissed him properly. It was especially surprising when Kezia moaned into his mouth and put a hand in his hair.

"Easy for you to say." Kỳ wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "I'm not the one who tastes like cheap beer."

Kezia shrugged, "Sorry man."

"Okay." Dante shot Kezia a dirty look, then shifted to glare at Kỳ, "I'm tired." He stood up, fixing his jacket and turning to walk away.

"I guess like I'll go with him," Kỳ whispered. Dante was going, so there was no reason for him to stay. He had to leave with him.

"Where are you going?" He caught up to his friend, sticking close to his side.

"I'm going back to your place." They walked through the front door and back to Vanessa's car. She had let them use it.

"I don't think I can drive you back right now, I'm drunk as shit right now." Kỳ smiled.

"That's fine, I'll drive us since I only had two shots." Dante showed his palm, expecting the car keys.

Kỳ dangled the shiny object above his hand. "You better not scratch my mom's car and you better not crash. If we die, my mom is going to kill me."

Dante laughed taking the keys and sliding into the driver's seat. He plugged in the key and started up the car, turning on the radio.

"So...how did you find the party?" His jaw clenched as he turned a corner.

"It was fun. I talked to some chick, we danced together too, but then she tried to lead me upstairs. I said no. She was nice though." Kỳ ran a hand through his hair. "You?"

"Yeah. Good. I met a someone." He mumbled.

Kỳ felt a pang in my chest. It wasn't Dante'stone that had set him off, but rather what he had said. The idea of Dante talking to someone, leaning close their ears just to be heard over the music. It made Kỳ uncomfortable just thinking of it."That's...nice. How are they?" He picked at the skin on my fingers.