Something Like... Love?

Chapter 2 - Something like... More than like AWKWARD

This chapter is again edited by Overlordpotaoe. I am dedicating this chapter to her.

Chace Crawford as Trystan Evans-------------------> Picture at right... *sigh*

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Chapter 2 - Something like... More than like AWKWARD

I heaved a frustrated sigh.

Then it clicked in my mind. I had proven myself a real dumbass. If I had remembered it earlier, then I wouldn't have got into a fight with that bastard. Why hadn't I remembered to call Mr. Evans on his phone? He might have told me to come back because his wife is out of town and couldn't come to collect me or something like that.

I fetched my iPhone from my bag and dialed his number. After some rings, he answered.

"Oh! Hello, Kiera. I hope you have reached home?" his happy voice echoed from the other side.

"Home?" I questioned.

"I mean my home which is now yours too."

"Oh! Erm...actually, no one has come to pick me up, so I thought, I-"

"What? No one has come? Surely you are mistaken. Maybe you missed them. She will come to pick you up. Don't worry. I'll call her," he assured me, though his voice sounded worried.

"Err... it's okay, Mr. Evans. I can come back."

"No, no, dear. Don't you worry. Just give me five minutes. Don't worry."

The phone went silent. He hung up before I could try using a pleading, convincing voice.

I sat back on the couch and waited, tapping my foot.

I jumped up when my iPhone buzzed. It was an unknown number.

"Hello?" I was unsure of who it was. 

"Hello? Kiera?" asked a lady's voice.

"Yes. Who is it?"

"Oh God, dear, I am so sorry. I sent someone to pick you up, but I don't know what happened. I was waiting for you here and Jon told me that you are there alone at the airport. Are you okay?" The way she spoke, it was clear that she was Mrs. Evans. Her voice sounded worried and urgent. She spoke so fast that it was difficult for the words to sink in.

"Yeah, I am okay," I replied politely.

"Thank God. Please wait in the waiting room. I am on my way dear. I'll be right there, okay?"

"Okay..." I said unenthusiastically.

After ten minutes or so, Mrs. Evans arrived at the airport. Sitting in the waiting room with nothing else to do, I started picturing Mrs. Evans in my mind. I imagined her with blonde hair, thin slitted eyes, a makeup coated face and wearing high heels. But when I saw her, I was startled as she was nothing like I had imagined. She had dirty blonde hair and a beautiful face with limited makeup. Her eyes were a familiar shade of green, but I couldn't remember where I had seen eyes of that colour before.

"Kiera?" she asked me.

I nodded. She gave me a brief hug as if we had known each other for years and were meeting again after a long period of time.

She released me and said, "You are beautiful."

I mumbled thanks, but thought, was it necessary to say? Had she imagined me as ugly as I had been imagining her?

The ride was silent. We didn't have anything to talk about. Did we? What would I say?

'Hey Mrs. Evan's, you know just a few minutes before when you didn't show up and I freaked out, I fought with some douchebag. And not only that, but he pinned me to the wall and I was about to kiss him too.' That douchebag. Why did I even remember him?