French Vanilla Kisses

Chapter 10: Do It Middle School Style

Sniff.

I go through another box of tissues as Aria figures out that Ezra is A. He was hot until I figured out that he was bad. Why are the hot ones constantly bad? What in my right mind would feel that Kyle would be a decent guy and good looking? I should've listen to Kayla, Samuel, and considerably Christopher to save the heartache. Who would've suspected that I was stupid enough to fall for his tricks and get my heart broken? I sure didn't.

"Hey little one," Christopher said, popping his head through my door with a size-able grin.

Luke playfully pushes him out the way, coming in to sit on my bed. I probably look so horrible with my red puffy eyes. Christopher comes into my room-- without his shirt on of course-- and starts looking around.

"Krysta, I was wondering that since you're fifteen," Luke grinned, taking the empty tissue box away from me. "you would like to learn how to drive. Because knowing you, you would like some freedom. And driving on your own would definitely would be the key to that."

Not that I don't want to learn how to drive --which I do-- I'm just not in the mood right now. He wants to teach me how to drive right after I just got my heart broken by someone that I cared about and I thought he felt the same way. Boys suck.

Luke knows about the whole story about what happened because Christopher decided to not lie for me. He doesn't know that Kyle dated me to piss Christopher and neither does Christopher himself. They just think he broke up with me because he's a total dick.

"So? What do you say?" he sang.

"I'm not in the mood," I groaned, pulling the covers over my face.

"Krysta Taylor Blackwell!" Luke growled, lifting the blankets off of my head like it's nothing. I usually win this battle because he's so weak. "you're not going to spend the rest of your life in your bed. Now move it!"

"Leave me alone!" I exclaimed, throwing one of my Chevron design pillows.

Christopher gets in the middle of us before we start clawing at each other. If Chris only knew how badly I messed Luke's face up when I was six, let's just say that Luke was wearing the Monster energy drink sign on his face for about two weeks.

"Y'all fight like a married couple," Christopher giggled, holding out both of his arms to keep us from jumping each other. "Krysta, you should go driving. It'll help get your mind off of everything."

"But-"

"I'll buy you ice cream if you go," Christopher smirked, turning his whole body towards me. Ice cream does sound pretty good right now. "Any kind you want."

"Fine, I'll get ready." I groaned, heading towards my closet.

I simply put on a basic shirt and a pair of sweats. Today isn't one of those days where I want to look cute, not like I do regardless. In the wake of putting my lazy outfit on, I simply brush through my pure black hair and head downstairs.

Luke throws me the keys, surprisingly I caught them, going into the drivers seat. I take a deep breath, placing both of my hands on the stirring wheel.

Pedestrians better watch out.

♥ Christopher Riley's POV ♥

I take another taste out of my French Vanilla coffee, watching my show, Sons of Anarchy, and couldn't help but to think about Krysta. For some reason, every since I ran into her at the café my mind hasn't quit thinking about her regardless. I thought I was simply going insane however when she and Kyle started dating that is the point at which I understood that I have actual feelings for her. At first I was simply being a flirt without acknowledging it, then I came to a conclusion that I really have feelings for her. But this feeling is intense, more than anything. Not once in my life, I've had a girlfriend because for some reason I could never have feelings for any girl until Krysta. After my old man died, it's like my feelings are numb. I care about my mother but for other people its feels empty.