King and Queen

King

Why does she have to insist that I'm the one that got her shipped off to London?

I would never do that to someone unless they really needed it. That still wouldn't have been my call to make though. It would have to be up to her parents.

I just wish she could remember that night that I saved her from that guy.

The way she walked away from me so easily nearly tore me apart.

The shock on her face when I lightly reached out and grabbed her wrist was enough to make it better.

She looked at me with so much confusion in her eyes as I pulled her close to me.

My heart was beating out of my chest, or at least it was matching the bass from the music that was playing.

She looked up at me with her sparkling eyes and said, "No one ever stopped me from leaving before."

In that moment, I understood more about her than I ever had in the ten years that I'd lived beside her.

I sat down across from her with my coffee in hand. "So, what was it that you wanted to talk about so badly?"

She looks down at her coffee and concentrates on it like it's the most important thing in the world. "Well, I wanted to know what kind of parties were happening tonight. The girls keep begging me to take them out."

God.

I internally groaned. The girls want to go to a party. I know that isn't a good idea at all.

So, I lie "There isn't anything happening tonight."

Her eyes focus on me and she says, "You're lying. It's a Friday night, in the middle of the summer. Someone is having a party."

"You're right. I am lying, but I'm not telling you about any parties. You don't need to be there."

Her face slightly flushes red "And why the hell can't I be there? Please enlighten me. I think that I have every right to be at a party and-"

"Because LYLA it's my party." I concede.

She looks at me in confusion for a moment trying to piece this together in her mind.

"What do you mean, it's your party?" she asks finally.

I sigh and say, "It's my birthday and my girlfriend and my friends wanted to throw me a party."

She looks at me in shock. "Your girlfriend? I had no idea you had a girlfriend. That doesn't explain why I can't be there though."

I shake my head at her, "It's my party LYLA I don't have to give you a reason to not be invited."

"Actually, you do. I have a reason to hate you, but you have no reason to not invite me. I didn't do anything to you."

I laughed "You didn't do anything to me? Are you insane? You've made my life hell from the moment we met. You've hated me for an unknown reason for twelve years and everyone knows it."

She looks at me like I hurt her. "I have not. If anything, you're the one that makes my life hell. You never know when to leave me alone and you're like obsessed with me or something."

I chuckled "Darling, it's not my fault that you're a pretentious little Queen that finally lost your crown. As far as being obsessed goes, you're the one that lied to my mom to get me to go with you."

The shock on her face was evident and she was speechless.

She regained her composure as she nodded her head. "Two years can really turn a person into an asshole, can't it? I don't remember you ever being like this."

"I'm surprised you even remember anything about me. You were in your own little world where you were the Queen, remember?" I said in a condescending tone.

Her anger fumed, "So what are you trying to say, CALEB?"

"I'm not trying to say anything. I've said what I wanted to say to you. Now if there's anything else you want to talk about, let me know."

It's crazy how easy it was for me to pretend like this girl hadn't been someone that I was both afraid of and admired.

If this had been two years ago, and I had talked to her like this, then I would have seemed like I had a death wish.

But she's not the Queen here anymore.

She's basically irrelevant. All she is to anyone is a story to tell at a party when you're drunk.

She smirked at me, "Actually there is something I want to talk to you about."

"Okay."

"This little girlfriend of yours, what's her name?"

I looked at her with confusion clearly written on my face. "Maya. Why?"

Her face didn't give anything away, but her eyes were glistening with mischief. "Oh, no reason. Just curious."

I didn't buy her excuse. Something about her put me on edge all the time.

She can keep her real reasoning to herself, but no matter what she does, she won't be coming to this party tonight.

My friends and my girlfriend worked way too hard to pull this together for me. I won't let LYLA ruin it.

We finished our coffee in silence and the drive home was even quieter, if that was possible.

I pulled the car into my driveway, she got out and walked to her house without even sparing a look back at me.

Good. I don't need her looking at me with those intense eyes of hers.

I can already tell that she is going to make senior year Hell for everyone.