I'm Gonna Miss You

Chapter 31: Crossing The Line

"Hello?" His voice echoed through the phone as I walked down the street, a basket in my hand.

"Tony!" I gripped tighter to the wicker handle. "Where are you?"

"Leaving Kee's place." He huffed.

It had been a week since she said a single word to either of us, and I couldn't bear being away from my best friend any longer. I had already been pushed away by Dylan ever since I said those terrible things to him on the roof, leaving me with nobody to talk to. There were thoughts trying to pry their way out of me, but there was nowhere to let them out. The only people I had to talk to were Angie, Aaron, Justin and the other acquaintances in school, but I didn't feel as close to them as I did with Kyan. After all, we had been friends for most of our lives.

I wasn't taking being isolated very well, I had been trying to call her, text her, reach her in any way possible. When I walked the halls in school, I would see her strolling by with someone else beside her, only proving how easy it was for her to replace me. I couldn't count the times I had to swallow my tears and continue with my day, pretending nothing was wrong. Kyan was the one person I needed the most at this moment, but she was the one person I couldn't see. I missed her red hair and her just-below-screaming voice. The silence from my thoughts in my room was unbearable and I didn't want to sit and wallow in my own sorrow anymore.

"Is she talking to you?" My voice was beginning to shake.

"No." His tone was harsh as his breath quaked underneath his words. "That's why I'm leaving her place and not inside."

"Don't." I held onto my last shred of courage as I picked up the pace.

"What?" He was no longer curious, or sad, he was full out upset with me.

"Stay there. I'm coming." I ordered.

I heared him scoff on the other side. "What do you want me to do?"

"I have to talk to her." I explained, turning the corner.

"You know you have to talk to me too, right?" I kept quiet. "You have to tell me what happened between you two."

Shaking my head as the pedestrian light turned red, I bit my lip. "I would if I knew."

"You don't know?" He exclaimed in an aggressive tone.

I rolled my eyes and continued at the green signal. "Well, I'm gonna find out."

"Do you even know Kyan?" Of course, we'd been friends since she learned to go to the bathroom by herself. "She'd kill you if you showed up."

"I do know Kyan. That's why I know she's more bark than bite."

An exhausted groan came from the other end of the call. "Your death, not mine."

"Just stay there, I need your help."

"How am I gonna help?" He grunted.

"I can't hold Kyan down."

"What?"

"Thanks for volunteering to help." I smiled, mischievously, holding the phone to my mouth.

"I didn't volunteer for anythi--"

"I'll be there in a few minutes." I ended the call and tucked my phone into my pocket.

After Biology, I went straight home, running in my boots as my lungs pounded in my chest. I dropped off my bag and took the basket and my phone as I dashed back out the front door. I was wearing a salmon colored tank top and brown jeans with two big cuts where my knees were. My thick black army boots were strapped tightly to me as they pushed me towards Kyan's house. The sun was still in its reddish-pink state, leaving little time before it was completely gone for the day. My hair was tied up into a high ponytail, braided until the end, strands of hair hanging on my face.