King and Queen

King

I can't believe I tried to kiss her.

I don't know what I was thinking at that moment.

She just looked so beautiful the moment right before she tried to slap me, and it was almost as if something came over me.

I couldn't stop myself from getting her to sit on my lap and leaning in for a kiss. That is, until I remembered MAYA, my girlfriend, MAYA.

Looking at LYLA that way kind of took me back to that night at the party.

We walked upstairs, my hand holding hers gently, as if I were afraid that a little pressure would break her. We heard the music in the background, but to me, it was only us in that moment.

I had been waiting for the chance to get an emotion other than hatred from her. Right now, she seemed numb.

Lately she'd been spiraling out of control and everyone knew it. A lot of people had stopped coming around her because they were afraid of being caught in the destruction.

She was perfect though. At least she was in my eyes. I'd always thought of her as perfect, ever since I moved in next door to her.

Once we got all the way up the stairs and found an empty room, we sat down on the floor.

I watched as she looked down at her hands, while I studied her face.

She looked so out of place and uncomfortable and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness for her.

"Thanks." she said with a small voice.

Her speaking caught me off guard and as soon as I assured her that it was no big deal, she looked down at her hands again.

For some reason, I've been thinking about that night a lot more than usual. I'm not sure why, but maybe it has something to do with how things have turned out for both of us.

I'm like the school's king. LYLA was like the Queen. Even though, now she isn't anything in the hierarchy of things.

But that's what happens when you leave for two years with no warning.

I shouldn't be thinking about her though. Especially since she blames me for her leaving.

I just wish she knew that it wasn't me. I wish she hadn't left in the first place. Things probably could've gone so much more smoothly for us if she had stayed. Hell, things would've gone better if she could even remember that night at the party.

But, I guess this is just how things are supposed to be.

Anyways, I have a girlfriend. I shouldn't be dwelling on LYLA it's not like she ever really wanted me anyways.

But, maybe I should apologize to her.

Before I could stop myself, I found myself walking down the stairs of my house and out the door in the mud room. I walked over to her backyard and tried to get the courage to knock on the door.

I took a deep breath in and when I went to knock on the door, it opened.

I took a step back, in shock.

She had a smirk on her face as she looked at me. Taking in my features.

She licked her lips and began to speak.

"I'm LANIE."

She must be one of LYLA'S friends.

"I'm CALEB. I live next door."

"Yeah I know." she smirked. "You're the one that's having that party later right?"

I was shocked.

How did she know about the party?

Of course.

LYLA said something about it. Maybe she convinced them that they could actually come.

I was taken away from my thoughts when LANIE cleared her throat.

"Are you just going to stare off into space like you've gone mad, or are you going to say what you want?" She spoke with her accent flowing gracefully off of her tongue.

I can see why her and LYLA are friends. They are so much alike. Even being around her friend is starting to annoy me almost as much as she does.

"Since I don't know you, because we just met, I'm obviously here for your friend, LYLA." I say with a laugh.

I don't want to come across as too rude when I just met the girl.

She laughs shortly and steps out of my way so I can come inside.

I look around and I'm instantly all too aware of how nothing has changed in this house.

I'm also aware of the fact that I haven't been in this house since the day after LYLA left.

"She's upstairs in her room, by the way." her friend says as she stomps away.

From the way she was looking at me, she's probably mad at the fact that I wasn't attracted to her. I mean sure she's pretty but she's definitely not the type of girl that I go for.

I stand at the foot of the staircase and contemplate whether or not I should go talk to her.

What if I run into another one of her friends?

What if she hates me even more for trying to kiss her?

Why the hell do I even care what she thinks?

This girl is going to be the end of me, I swear.

I walk up the stairs finally and I walk up to her room.

The door is open and I'm happy that the location of her bedroom hasn't changed in the last two years.

I knock on her door softly to let her know that I was there.

She turns around quickly and the smile drops from her face at the sight of me.

"Oh. It's just you. What do you want?" she says in a distasteful tone.

"I wanted to apologize for earlier." I state while running my hand through my hair.

"Oh, don't apologize to me, apologize to MAYA. She's the one that would really be upset about this. Am I right?"

I can feel my face turn red from anger.

I know she didn't just imply that she would tell my girlfriend about my momentary lapse.

I try to stay calm but my demeanor is crumbling very quickly.

Then, the perfect idea comes into my mind.

I step closer to her and brush a strand if hair out of her face. I tilt her chin up slightly and I lean down, very closely to her ear.

I let my lips lightly brush the skin just below her ear. My mouth lingers there just long enough for me to notice the way she held her breath in anticipation.

I whisper in her ear, "If I had known that you'd want to tell MAYA I would have actually kissed you."

I take a few steps back and look down at the carpeting in her bedroom before continuing. "I know you won't say anything to her though, you wouldn't want people to find out how the girl that fell from glory wanted me to kiss her so badly." I look her in the eyes before saying, "Am I right?"