Perfectly Imperfect 1

27- Kicking and Screaming

CAL:

What the hell did I do that for?! Shit! I cuss to myself silently. 

Throwing caution to the wind, I throw my door open and run up her driveway. 

I knock the door impatiently. "Come on! Hello?!" I call out loudly.

Finally the door opens and Sean stands on my way. 

"Hey man! I'm here to see Kayla!" I murmur distractedly, peering over his shoulder. I don't know why but I had this insane notion that she would just be standing by the door or something. Naturally she isn't there of course. 

"Woah, slow down Casanova!" Sean hisses. 

I turn my attention to him and only then do I notice the angry look on his face. 

"I don't know what you did, but Kayla just ran into the house looking like she was about to cry. I'd warn you to tread very carefully!" he threatens softly. 

"I didn't do anything bad, I swear!" I insist. "It just sort of happened!"

"What exactly just sorta happened?" Sean demands. 

"I don't have time for this!" I huff. "Kayla! Kayla!" I call loudly. 

"I'm not letting you anywhere near my sister until you tell me what happened!" Sean warns me seriously. 

"I kissed her alright?!" I hiss, trying to push past him. He shoves me back in response. 

"You are impossible! I just want to apologize!" I mutter coldly. 

"If that's it, you can wait till tomorrow!" he informs me curtly, slamming the door in my face. 

I kick the door in my frustration. Fat load of help that did! Now my leg hurts!

I suddenly think of something and run to the back of the house. I grab a tiny pebble off the ground and aim it at one of the back rooms. Now I just have to pray it isn’t Sean’s room!

I aim the pebble carefully, making sure to hit the wooden window pane instead of the glass itself. The last thing I need is for Mr and Mrs Thomas to get a restraining order against me.

“Kayla?!” I call softly.

The window opens and Emma’s pretty blond head pops out. She looks extremely excited.

“Cal!” she squeaks, waving her little hands at me.

“Hey Emma! Is that your room? Could you tell me where Kayla’s room is?” I beg.

“My dad told me a story where a guy throws pebbles at a girl’s window,” she informs me seriously. “He said that means the guy really likes the girl!”

I suppress the urge to tell her to hurry up. I need her to tell me where Kayla’s room is, and I don’t think she’d be willing unless I hear her out.

“Oh? That’s nice,” I mumble. “But Emma, I need to know where Kayla’s room-”

“I’m sorry! You’re too old for me!” she whispers dramatically, and despite myself I chuckle lightly.

“Oh milady, you have no idea how much your rejection hurts me!” I tease softly.

“I am sorry Cal! I can’t be tied down!” she continues. Gosh! She’s adorable! I doubt she even knows what tied down means!

“Hey Emma, I need to talk to Kayla about my broken heart! Is her window next to yours?” I ask gently.

Emma nods her head, still looking troubled.