Trouble's Favorite

Chapter 7

“Kean!”

“Kean!”

“Kean!”

“Kean!”

“Kean!”

What the fuck? I’ve been yelling his name for I don’t know how many minutes! Didn’t he hear me or is he ignoring me? Sweet revenge, eh? One last try, if you’re still gonna ignore me, I will kick your ass!

     “Kean!”

     He stopped and turned around. Finally! And then he continued walking again.

     “Kean, hey!” I called out, running towards him. I pulled his arm, making him look at me. “Look, I’m sorry I ignored you. I was a complete—“

     He didn’t let me finish. “Whatever,” I heard him say. Oh, come on. He can’t be that mean.

     Shocked by Kean’s coldness towards me, all I could utter was, “Excuse me?”

     “You heard me, now move,” he said, walking past me.

     I, being the most stupid girl ever, ran in front of him and blocked his way. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

     “I said move.”

     “No,” I said, keeping my voice calm and low.

     “Chloe,” he sighed.

     “Kean,” I said, mimicking his tone.

     “If you’re not moving—“

     I cut him off. “I won’t,” I told him, spreading my hands at both sides trying to block his passage.

     He pushed me sideways, clearing his way. He made his way to his car and went inside. It was then it hit me, Kean was skipping classes?

     And so are you.

     Will you ever shut-up, my dearest subconscious, just this once?

     I ran, again. I opened his car’s door and went in, sitting beside him.

     “What the fuck are you doing?”

     “Sitting,” I told him, crossing my legs. “And—language Mr. Montez.”

     He let out a deep sigh, “Get out.” Hey! That was rude!

     I shook my head, “I won’t.”

     Kean turned to look at me. “Look, I don’t want to argue with you, so—” Will he ever shut up?

     “So, just shut up and drive.”

     Knowing Kean, he was probably pissed off. Positioning himself into the driver’s seat, he pressed his foot hard on the accelerator.

     “Have you ever heard of speed limit? Slow down, you’re gonna get us killed!” I yelled at him.

     Silence

     The f*ck I’m ignored again. “Come on, Kean. Stop pretending I’m not here. ‘Till when are you planning on ignoring me?”

     Still, no answer, okay—that’s it! “Look, I told you, I’m sorry I ignored you. I thought it was the best thing to do. I was wrong. I’m sorry. I know you’re mad at me, I’m sorry.  Feel really stupid talking to a wall. Talk with me and let’s get this settled.”