The New Guy

Chapter 5- Why you always lying?

A/N** I FOUND THE PERFECT PEOPLE TO PLAY ISABELLA AND NEIL ^^^
Promise this chapter will be more MYLE. whoa just made up a ship name. I need to stop.
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Kyle's POV

As I placed Mia in my car I saw her confused face. I was going to fix that ankle whether she liked it or not. She can't just go around walking on it.

I was beyond pissed when I saw that Courtney girl pour lemonade on Blondie. What the hell was her deal. Was she talking about me being her man? She's not my type at all. I like real girls.

As I thought about what I liked, my eyes unintentionally shifted to Blondie.

Her hair was drenched and it looked sticky. Her clothes were clinging to her skin. It seemed like her mascara was smeared a little under her eyes. She had that same fiery look in her eye as that first time I saw her.

I had never met a girl like her. So bold and strong. She was real. I liked it.

No, you don't. No girls. Uh-uh.

"What are you looking at?" She was staring back at me.

I felt my face get a little hot. I was embarrassed. She caught me staring.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to stare?" She was a little spitfire. Dear, Lord.

I chuckled at her last remark. "In fact, Blondie, she did. But, I like to stare at you."

The mad look on her face was erased and replaced by shock. Yeah, I said it. Wait-- why'd I say that?

I could see the blush on her cheeks as she uncomfortably fiddled with her hands.

"Where are we going?"

"Wade residents, Blondie."

We pulled straight into my driveway about two minutes later. She took in her surroundings as I jumped out of the car and strutted to her side of the car.

I made sure to walk in front of the car so she could look at me. She watched me the whole way. Her eyes held something deep, like she liked looking at me.

I opened her door and she swung her legs out as to step out but I quickly stopped her.

"Where do you think your going, Speedy?" I leaned down and took her by surprised.

I first pulled her by her waist to scoot her to the edge of her seat, the put my arm under her knees and the one behind her shoulder. I heaved her out of the car and proceeded to walk her inside.

Her smell was intoxicating. It was sweet but strong and I craved it. Her head was tucked back under my chin and she had her arms around my shoulder.

"You should've just brought me to my house," she tells me.

"What, and let your family have all the fun?" I eye her and she looks surprised again. "Plus, I can help fix it. I'm sure your parents would just take you to the doctor or something. I could do it for free, Blondie."

"What's with the pet name, Kyle?" She was sort of annoyed, sort of intrigued.

I unlocked the door to my place as walked her over to my kitchen counter. I placed her down on the edge to where her feet were dangling off the floor.

I took a deep breath and started to explain, "Well, your hair is fifty shades of blonde, I like the color, and I think when your not running me over with a car or throwing my stuff in a toilet, I could actually like you. So, why not a pet name, Blondie?"