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Chapter 5

"Hey Bells." I greeted as she opened the door.

"Kiera..? What the hell..is everything okay? I thought we weren't meeting untill afternoon?" Bells asked as she opened the door wide, allowing me space to enter.

I didn't reply and rushed upstairs to where her room was. Bells followed me with a concerned expression.

"Kiera? What's wrong?" She asked again.

I was shivering, but not because of the cold. I was shivering because I still couldn't grasp the fact that my father was here, at my home, in the flesh after all this time. I sat down on her bed and stared blankly at the wallpaper. It was a typical one, like Bells. She keeps changing her wallpaper almost everymonth. But I wasn't really focussing on the wallpaper.

"Kiera?" Bells asked warily. "Are you alright?"

I finally turned to look at her "He's here Bells."

Bells frowned and sat beside me "Who's here?"

I gulped "My father."

Bells eyebrows rose and her eyes widened "Seriously? You aren't kidding right?"

"Why would I joke about this?" I snapped at her.

"Okay okay." Bells said as if to calm me down.

The both of us were quiet for a long time when finally Bells took my hand and squeezed it. "What did he want?"

I sighed and dropped my head on her shoulder "I don't know, I just saw him and snapped."

"Hmm, what about Aunt Sarah?" Bells asked.

I scowled as I rembered the way my mom welcomed my father as if he was never gone "She wasn't angry at all, infact she invited him inside! Can you believe it? What's wrong with her? Why would she welcome him so openly as if he never broke her heart in yhe first place? As if he never left us?" I finished in a broken voice.

Bells rubbed my arm up and down "Hey, why don't you go home and find out?" She asks me softly.

I shake my head and pull away "No way! I'm not going home untill my father's over there."

Bells sighs "Kiera, you can't escape this. Eventually, you'll need to go home."

"I guess your right." I mutter darkly. I know she was right. I had to go home and face my father.

I stand up and hug her "Thanks, I'll be going now."

Bells returns my hug and smiles at me "What are friends for? You can come to me anytime, alright?"

I nod at her with a small smile. Not everyone is lucky to have a friend like Bells.

On my way home, as I'm lost in my own thoughts, I collide with someone and as I was about to fall, two strong arms hold me in a tight grip, preventing me from falling. Letting out a relieved sigh, I look up at my rescuer, only to find green eyes staring at me intently.

"Grey?" My voice comes out like a squeak.

Grey pulls me up straight and I pull away quickly. Man! He sure has muscular arms! I dismiss that thought immediately. What the hell? Why am I even thinking about his arms?

Focus Kiera focus! You don't want to find yourself falling in love with him now, no matter how strong his arms are!

I shake my head as if agreeing to what my conscious has to say and look at Grey.

"Hey Kiera." Grey says with a smile. His voice ia so deep and his dimple!
Focus Kiera focus!

"What are you doing here?" I ask him.

"I was on my way home." He replies.

"Oh alright, bye." I say, unsure of how to have a further conversation.

I turn to walk again when his voice stops me "Wait! Where are you going?"

"Home."

"Oh cool, I'll walk you home." Grey replies.

I shake my head "No, it's okay, you don't have to, plus your house is on the opposite side."

"It's no problem." Grey states and starts walking.

I huff and his stubbornness and start walking beside him. The walk home was in silence. He didn't ask me anything and I liked it that way. I wasn't in a mood to have a conversation anyway.

When we finally reach my house, the both of us stand awkwardly, unsure of how to say goodbye.

Grey scratches the back of his neck "Kiera?"

"Yes?" I reply, watching the way he's shifting on his foot, as if he's nervous about something.
Why would Grey be nervous about anything?

"I was thinking..." He stutters and I nod at him encouragingly.

"What is is Grey?" I ask him.

"Well, I was thinking if you'd like to go out with me someday?" Grey finally asks hesitantly.

My eyes widen and my lips part slightly at his question. "You mean like a date?"

Grey smiles at me "Yes, a date, will you?"

I swallow thickly. This was what I have been avoiding for a long time. The idea of a relationship always scared me and I avoided getting into one. This wasn't the first time that someone has asked me out. There had been a lot of guys. But I kept rejecting them all. Many of them tried again and again, but I always kept saying no. I couldn't, I just couldn't even think about something like that. I abhorred relaitionships. And now Grey was asking me out? He knows that I keep rejecting guys, what made him think that I'll just agree to him?

What's making me even think about his question? I asked myself. The answer was easy. I liked Grey. But I would never, in a million years even think about acting on it.

"I'm sorry Grey, but you know that I don't do dates and stuff." I reply, my lips pressed into a thin line.

I was mad at him for putting me in such a situation. We always had an easy friendship. He was there to help me and I liked him, more than a friend. But to actually put me in a situation where I have to turn him down and hurt his feelings, did not settle well with me. I didn't want to hurt him.

But you just did! My conscious says and as I look at Grey and the way his shoulders slump down and the pained expression on his face, I know it's too late. He's already hurt by my quick rejection.

Grey instantly smiles, the pain I saw on his face, washing away "It's okay, we'll just go out as friends then?"

"Not a date?" I ask him warily.

Grey smiles, his eyes showing a hint of sadness "Not a date." He replies.

I give him a small smile "Okay."

"Great." He replies and leans down and places a kiss on my cheek, shocking me for the second time.

"See you then." He says and walks away.

I force myself to not think about the way his kiss makes me feel or the fact that I hurt him by my rejection.
It had to be done! I assure myself.

I walk inside and hear voices coming from the living room. Happy voices, followed by my mom's laughter. God! She hasn't laughed like this since years!

Taking a deep breath I walk inside.
Time to face this shit.