Can't Be Touched

See You Again

Bradley in multimedia!

*Kayla's POV*

Do you ever just not want to move? That's how I felt today. We were in New York, my home town, for a day off.

Usually I loved having the day off, especially on a Saturday, but today just felt unusual. I haven't been back to New York since I left six weeks ago.
I was worried that I was going to run into him. He wasn't stupid. If he wanted to know where I was, my tour schedule was in the left drawer of my studio desk. He'd know where to look.

I was in such a hurry to leave six weeks ago that I didn't even stop by the studio. My magazine articles, computer, camera, raw materials, etc. were all in that room.

I was sitting on a lawn chair outside of the bus. I had an oversized sun hat on my head, trying to block out the rays. Ricky was to my left, lifting weights, and Ryan was to my right, smoking.

"You okay there Kayla? Haven't spoken that much." Ryan spoke up, coming to sit down on the ground next to me.

I shrugged and played with my hair for a minute. Should I tell him? I mean, Ricky already knew, what's the harm in telling Ryan?

"You can't tell Chris." I couldn't even get the next sentence out before Ryan spoke again.

"Woahhh, I don't know If I want to know. This must be big if you're not telling Chris. You two tell each other everything." He raised his hands up, unsure of if he wanted to know or not.

"I know. It's not that bad. In fact, it's quite rational." Ricky piped up.

"Yeah, okay Mr. Universe. You really think it's smart to keep a secret about Kayla away from the almighty controller and our boss, Chris?" Ricky rolled his eyes at Ryan's choice of words.

"I think that I can suffer through this tiny favor that Kayla has asked of me." He smiled at me and I reciprocated it.

"I'm going to my studio today to pick up a few things. Devin and Ricky are going with me just in case Brad is there. I don't want Chris going because he can be a little...much." I admitted. Ryan frowned slightly.

"I won't say anything, just know that I don't like it." Ricky rolled his eyes again.

"You've made that clear, ding-a-ling."

"Shut up weiner boy."

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I was able to convince Chris that Devin, Ricky and I were going out to grab lunch. A "girls day" plus one. He was unsure to see me leave at first but, eventually he caved.

Ricky and Devin were quite funny in New York. They hated the people and they didn't know how to get a taxi. I showed some leg, threw my hand in the air and whistled. Wallah, a taxi.

I gave the address to the driver as the boys got seated next to me. As soon as the door was shut, we were off.

I felt a hand on my knee and I looked up to see Devin, giving me a reassuring smile. I sighed and smiled back, laying my head on his shoulder as I tried to calm my nerves.

We arrived in no time. The venue was only a seven minute drive from the studio. I paid the guy and left a tip, stepping out into the warm and polluted air that was New York.

I looked up at the building. You'd think it was abandoned, but I knew better than that. I led the guys in and began going up the elevator to the 3rd floor. There were two studios on each floor, six floors, so a total of twelve studios. I was in studio five.

As soon as we reached the floor, I heard familiar music playing throughout the halls. I let out a groan and rubbed my eyes.

"Is everything okay?" Ricky laid his hand on my shoulder and I just nodded before I removed my hands from my face.

"I hope you two are ready to meet my ex of seven years? He can be overwhelming so...yeah." I shook off the feelings of panic and unlocked the door, slowly opening it.

He was here, of course. He had put two ramps in since I'd left. He was skateboarding back and forth, the stereo turned up to 50.

He was shirtless, besides a black cradigan, his shoes were discarded, and a pair of black jeans hung dangerously low on his hips. I bit my lip at the incredibly cute way he had tied back his hair.

"Don't crack." I felt Devin's hand on my waist, slowly pushing me forward. Ricky stood next to me, giving a reassuring squeeze of my hand. I nodded and took a deep breath before slamming the door closed.

It was loud enough that he heard me. He looked up and his eyes immediately landed on me. I saw him mouth my name before he wiped out from not paying attention. He fell back and his board hit the wall.

I freaked and my instinct kicked in. I did the last thing I wanted to do and ran towards him, checking to see if he was bleeding. I was on my knees next to him, checking his arms for blood. He was still sitting on the floor, slouched over from the fall. 

I looked up and our eyes locked. I hadn't seen him in so long, I missed his strong brown eyes. Bradley had been my boyfriend since the we were seventeen.

Before I knew what was happening, his hands were clasping the sides of my face and he was pulling me into a deep kiss. His lips were soft against my own. I felt my chest ache and I knew this was wrong.

I slowly pulled away and looked down, shaking my head. When I looked back up, he seemed broken. That look was almost enough to break me.

I stood to my feet and rushed over to my desk, beginning to throw certain things in my bag. Devin and Ricky were there to help. They handed me things I said I needed.

"I just...I just want you to come home." I knew he was right on the other side of my desk. I stopped moving my hands and just stood there, staring into nothing. Then I looked him in the eye and lost it.

I walked around the desk and shoved him as hard as I could. He looked at me like he was the one that had been betrayed. He walked closer to me. I slapped him. He asked for forgiveness, I slapped him. I just kept hitting him until I was a giant ball of angry tears.

I felt arms around me and was happy to feel a familiar embrace. This embrace was too familiar. I didn't have to look up to know that voice.

"You two shouldn't have brought her back here, and we will discuss that once we get back. I also suggest you step the fuck back, Soileau." Chris' tone was bitter and angry.

"So this is the guy you left me for, Kayla? Seven years thrown down the drain just for him?" I got angry at Bradley's words.

"I'm not the one that threw this relationship in the shitter! I wanted to get married! I wanted kids! All you wanted was to open up that bitch's legs!" I practically barked at him.

I was still wrapped up in Chris' arms. I detangled myself and walked right up to Bradley. I took the plastic heart ring off my finger, taking his hand and setting it on his palm.

"Don't call me, don't find me, don't even say my name. You made your decision, now I've made mine. That ring is the last thing you get back from me."

I turned on my heel, grabbing Chris by the arm and tugging him towards the door. Devin had my portfolio binders in a box while Ricky carried my camera and other essentials. They were already standing at the door.

I walked out of that door with no intention of coming back. But we all know that no one's perfect.

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