The New Guy

Chapter 8- Twenty Questions? Wait, that didnt count as one..

A/N** hey! LISTEN TO THE HEADER. THIS IS THE SONG MENTIONED LATER IN THE CHAPTER. IT WILL MAKE TEN TIMES MORE SENSE IF YOU LISTEN TO IT NOW. Before you read this chapter could you please please please press that star at the bottom of your screen to vote for my story? Thank you :))

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KYLE'S  POV

     "You," I whisper.

     The look on her face is totally stunned. Like she had expected me to sing Mary had a Little Lamb, rather than what I said. Her mouth hangs open a bit and I move my hand under her chin, gently closing it.

     "Well, don't look so unsurprised, Blondie."

     She takes and audible gulp. "You're thinking about me, why?"

     I think for a bit, a better idea popping into my head. "How about this, we drive to the beach tonight and I tell you why I've been acting so strange these past two weeks."

      After a moment of thought, she says, "It's almost midnight,Ky."

     "Never stopped me, babe." I smirk.

     She shrugs and looks down at herself. "I can't wear this to the beach."

     I hold up a finger telling her to give me a moment. I walk into her bedroom that was directly across from us and grab her some light wash grey cotton shorts and a big white t-shirt. Then grabbing her sandals.

     "I could've done that," she says rolling her eyes and taking her stuff.

"Yes, but I just do it so much better."

     She strolls into her bathroom and changes into the clothes while I look around her kitchen. It's very spacious and looks expensive. Black granite counters, marble white tiles, high quality appliances. Her father and mother must have good jobs.

     I then make my way to her bedroom. It's very quaint compared to the rest of her house. The bed looks like a queen size and the comforter is a soft lilac color with some kind of girly shit design. And she had lanterns and candles damn everywhere. There must be about 15. How had her room not burned down yet?

     She had paintings all on the walls and a string of lights hung around the top rim of her room. It's very illuminated as if she's afraid of the dark.

The thought makes me chuckle. She seems like such a strong girl. However, she might me scared of the--

"Creeping much, Ky?"

I turn to see her in the attire I handed her. Her hair pulled up on her head.

I bury my hands in my hair. "Uh, no..no.. Just waiting for you." I add a small grin at the end.

She rolls her eyes and motions for us to leave. On the way out, I grab the brownies. I wasn't going to let them go to waste.. C'mon now.

We both climb into the car and a song is on the radio. Immediately, Mia turns it up. She begins singing rather loudly. She's a good singer, though.

"What is this song?"

She stops singing for a minute and tells me, "Bad intentions." And she resumes singing once more.

How ironic. Not that I had bad intentions or anything in particular, it's just I'm the bad boy, she's the good girl. It fit the song.

I grab her hand and rub my thumb over top of it. "Then this will be our song, Blondie."