Chapter Twenty One - I'd Walk A Mile On Broken Glass For You

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"Come on. We have to go."

"We still have two hours." Denis whined. To hours before going to Ben's was no where near enough. I still had to drive to my house, get ready, and low key tell everyone I was moving.

"Exactly. Do you want to just meet me there?" We'd been watching movies since the morning, then got bored and when to the gym in the basement. Then we had sex on the spring floor. And on the couch. And on the kitchen counter. And on the hood of his car in the garage. The only real plan we had to commit to was going to Ben's house at eight for a party.

"No, okay. Let's go then." Denis finally stood off the couch and we got in his car. He drove us to my house and the second we walked in Kyle was making that high pitched noise he made when he go angry. Screaming, or something like that.

"Leda what the hell! Where have you been?" I sighed.

"Denis's house." "

"So you come home after three weeks and don't even think to text me?"

"Sorry." I shrugged as I kicked off my Vans and closed the door.

"And you-" He turned to Denis. "Just what do you think you're doing with my sister? You can't-"

"I've been fucking her senseless, that's what." He said defensively. I nearly choked on the air in my lungs.

"You're fucking disgusting." Kyle walked over angrily and stopped inches from Denis. "I have half a mind to-"

"What? Are you gonna hit me?" Denis had an obvious height and strength advantage. "You're gonna hit me?" They glared at each other so hard I thought one of them might burst into flames from the sheer intensity. "Exactly. So back off." Denis walked around Kyle and straight upstairs.

"Seriously? Kyle?" I said. He looked at me.

"What?"

"Don't be a dick. It's not like you ever called or texted to ask where I was, so it's not like you could have been that worried. And it's his birthday, so back off him. Also," Suddenly I got nervous about telling Kyle I was leaving.

"She's moving in with me!" Denis shouted down the stairs. Kyle seemed at a loss of words. He looked at me with anger, and slight guilt, and walked up the stairs to his room without so much as a sound. I felt kind of sick. I walked up to my room and looked around, ignoring the man acting like a child, that sat in my desk chair. All of the things in my room were easily disposable. I had my metals, and a few books and photo albums, but other than that, I didn't really need anything else. As for my clothes, there was no question whether or not they were all coming. I wasn't even willing to go through everything and sort out what I never wore - I knew I didn't wear half of it. But I still loved all of it.

"What was that?" Ignoring him was harder than I thought, when he was pouting like a baby. I'd never seen him mad at anyone but me before, and he'd only been truly mad at me once. I didn't know how I felt about Asshole-Denis.

"I'm sick of seeing him argue with everything all the time." I got the sense that something must have happened while I was gone. "It's none of his business what we were doing, when he did not even ask."

"Yeah. Well he doesn't need all the gory details. I don't care if you two don't like each other, but just, find a way to co-exist without killing each other."

"Okay." I walked into my closet in search of something to wear. "What's this?" Denis held up a picture in a frame on my desk. It was Eric, Cameron, T.J, Roger, and I at a park just after my first games.

"What do you think it is?" I laughed slightly. I pulled a blue dress off the hanger, and rightfully decided against it.

"No, I mean why do you still have it?" He walked into the room, holding the picture.

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