I'm Gonna Miss You

Chapter 32: My Answer

I was pulling out my books and shoving them into my bag, thinking about what happened in the previous twenty-four hours. The sorrow that once filled me was now being overtook by rage and fury towards the person who was meant to have my back. I always considered myself lucky that I got to spend time with Kyan when I was younger, but now I wished I hadn't. The very event of meeting her was nothing but a mistake. If I hadn't even met her in the first place, I wouldn't have had to depend on her when my life was thrown under the bus. If I had never met her, I wouldn't be having these problems, and I wouldn't have met Dylan.

Although I let the foul thoughts run through my head, I knew the anger that surged through me was only there to cover up the fact that I missed Kyan more than I wanted to admit. If only she talked to me sincerely and with the decency of any human being, I would be willing to listen to her. I would be willing to make things work. But not right now. I wanted her back more than anything, but I still needed time to think to myself and be alone, before I got mixed up in that drama once more.

I shut my locker door, adjusting the materials in my bag. "Can we talk?" My eyes met those of Kyan, then floated over her shoulder. "What?" She looked in the same direction, searching for whatever caught my eye.

"You don't have Kyle and Francis here to lie to my face?" I slammed my locker door shut and began to walk away from her.

"Ly!" She grabbed my shoulder and tried to pull me back, but I shoved forward, escaping her grip. "Just talk to me!" I rolled me eyes and continued on. "Why won't you let me explain?"

I stopped where I was and turned to face her. "Did you give me a chance to explain myself, before digging your nails into my heart?" I shook my head. "This is your fault, Kee. Not mine. At all." Just as I said those words, the bell rang.

I pointed one finger up towards the ceiling, motioning for her to listen to the ringing. A bitter smile ran across my lips as my shoulders rose to a shrug. I turned to the direction of my next class and listened to the inaudible chatter that surrounded me. I pulled down the maroon sleeves of my gray shirt, until they covered most of my palm. My eyes were drawn towards my black boots from the day before as they stomped against the ground. One hand gripped the strap of my bag while the other tucked away inside my denim jeans' pocket.

"How's my girl doing?" Justin's perky voice lifted my spirits slightly.

A fake smile brightened my face. "Hey!" He hooked my arm in his and passed our original seats. "Oh! My seat's over there!"

"I know." I followed his carefree attitude and wound up sitting beside him at the back of classroom. "But," He turned in his chair to face me. "If we sit in front you won't tell me why you're eyes are all puffy from crying last night."

I pulled out my phone and checked my expression in the reflection. "I hate you." I muttered as I pressed against the elevated area beneath my eyes.

"Explain." He ordered, circling a finger in the air.

"It's nothing." I smiled.

"So you and Keaton still aren't talking?" Justin caught on pretty quick.

I despised that I couldn't keep anything from him. "It's Kyan. And we did talk." He seemed happy about the statement.

"So?"

"We talked about how we shouldn't talk anymore."

He gave me an utterly confused look. "You know, girls are more than I can handle." I giggled slightly at him. "Wanna ditch?" I shook my head and tapped on the cover of the book we were supposed to read. "You really take studying seriously, don't you?" I nodded. "Well, I'm going."