His Second Chance Girl

Prologue

Kaden waited next to his cold meal, waiting for his girlfriend to arrive. Where was she? He expected her home at seven thirty, and it was now eleven o'clock. He was worried sick about her.

He remembered the night, about two months ago. It started like this; a storm outside, him waiting for her to arrive. Should he expect her to show up now like she did then, drunk and in tears, rambling about something he had no clue of? He hoped not.

The door suddenly slammed open, the whistling wind of the storm brewing becoming louder, making her entrance more emphasised.

"Where the hell have you been, Ayla?" Kaden stood up from his chair, he made his voice loud, making sure he was heard over the crackling thunder. "I was expecting you hours ago. Do you know how worried I was?" Kaden asked her, trying to mask the hurt in his voice.

"Mind your own business, Kaden." Ayla's voice was as cool and calm as it always was; like a lion stalking its prey.

"I hate to break it to you, but you are my business."  God damn it. She was going to argue with him. Again.

"Maybe I should stop being your business. Would that make you feel better, Kaden?" Ayla asked with anger lacing her tone.

God, he never knew what she was thinking. Did she not wish for him to worry? Or did she not care enough about to think that far?

"Are you trying to weave me into a trap, Ayla? Trying to make me say that I do not want you?" Kaden tried to keep his voice even. Try not to show that he was willing to go onto his knees and beg for her to stay.

"Of course not, Kaden," Ayla used an underline of sarcasm in her statement, cloaking by using his name. "I would never do that."

He was beyond tired and frustrated with her silent schemes. He wanted to know what was truly going on with her. This wasn't the girl he meet two years ago at St. Mary's Academy. Not the girl that he stared at in History, who chewed on the end of her pencil when she was confused at something. Not the girl who asked if he was alright when he tripped over because he was staring at her, instead of looking where he was going. No, that girl seemed like at distant memory compared to the one he was standing in front of him now. Ayla had changed, and he wasn't so sure that he liked the new her.

"Are you cheating on me?" Kaden voiced his thoughts from the last hours, weeks, months. "Are you?"

"Of course not!" Ayla yelled. "Do you not trust me! After everything, you think I would cheat on you?"

"After everything? Yes, I do. You want to know why? Because you've been returning late, not answering my calls, arguing with me every chance you get. So I'll ask again; Ayla, have you been cheating on me?"

Ayla showed emotions that he hadn't seen in a while; regret, pain, sadness.

Then she whispered the last words she would say to Kaden for a long time; "Fuck you."

Ayla stormed out of their apartment. She slammed the door shut behind her, the sound merging with the thunder.

Kaden sat down, and didn't move for the rest of the night.