King and Queen

King

As soon as my eyes landed on her, I couldn't help but smile slightly. Even though her being with my girlfriend was extremely confusing to me, everything about her drew me in.

After all of this time, after all of this frustration that she's put me through, I could feel her making her way into my heart.

The way her smirk was so firmly etched onto her face pulled at my heart strings slightly. When she spoke, my eyes were glued to her lips.

The only thing that could take me away from admiring LYLA was my girlfriend whispering in my ear.

"Do you wanna go upstairs so I can give you your present?"

I looked down at her once she pulled away and saw the lust evident on her face.

I lean in and whisper in her ear, "Maybe later beautiful. I don't want to do that unless we're alone."

In all honesty, I think she's just trying to keep my attention off of LYLA. I don't know why though. I have been her boyfriend for about two years now, she shouldn't be getting jealous.

Just then, LYLA speaks up again.

"I'm sorry, but can I steal CALEB away for just a second." I realize that she isn't talking to me as she continues, "I need to talk to him. It will only take a second I swear."

MAYA reluctantly nods her head and steps away from me after placing a kiss on my cheek.

"I'll be in the kitchen when you're done."

LYLA shoots her an appreciative look before taking my hand and leading me upstairs.

We stop outside of a bedroom and she looks at me expectantly.

"What?" I question her.

"That's your girlfriend? Really?"

"Yes. MAYA is my girlfriend. Why? Are you jealous?" I tease.

I hope she is jealous. I really hope she is. That way, she'll know how I felt for all of those years.

Where did that come from?

She looked at me incredulously and scoffed, "Do you honestly think that I would be jealous of you being with her." she gave a short laugh. "I think you're delusional, CALEB."

"Well, you are the one who wanted me to kiss you right? By the way, did you enjoy stealing my flyer from my desk?"

Her cheeks flamed red and she moved a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Why are you so aggravating?"

I laugh slightly at this, "Why am I so aggravating? You're the one that's always made my life Hell. You're the one that's convinced that I got you sent away. You're the one that doesn't know how to express yourself. I'm not aggravating, you are."

She was at a loss for words.

"How," she starts, "How did you know that I have trouble expressing myself? I don't tell anyone things like that..."

She shook her head in confusion and stared openly at me.

The look on her face made my heart ache slightly in remembrance of the party two years ago.

As she stared at her hands, I couldn't help but think that she was an angel. Maybe a fallen angel whose wings were clipped, but an angel nonetheless.

I leaned forward and caressed her face with one of my hands. My action startling her momentarily. Her body was rigid, but she made no move to get away from me.