𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 ✰ 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 ✔

s i x t e e n ✺ how soon is now?

s i x t e e n ✺ how soon is now?

After three weeks of being inactive on WritersCircle, I finally got back on and started writing again.

chap. 15: Morning Light

"Rise and shine, Bris." April shook me awake the next morning. "Antoine's here, and he wants to talk to you."

I rub my eyes and start to walk to the living room. What the hell?

There's Antoine, sitting there. Right next to him was an enraged Kenny.

"Antoine, what is it?"

"Look...I think I'm in love with you."

I stay quiet, while the look on Kenny's face just gets madder and madder.

"C'mon, Brissa, you have to agree that you feel the same way-"

A guy pops his head in. I see that it's Antoine's friend, Jeff.

"Toine, you're gonna be late for practice, bro."

Antoine sighs and looks at me. "We're not done." Then, he joins Jeff, and they were gone.

I look back to Kenny. "What is it?"

Kenny walked to me, and kissed me.

"This. I'm in love with you. Not him."

I save the chapter in its drafts and close my computer.

"What are you doing?" Chris pops his head into my "room".

"Checking Facebook, of course." I lie.

"Right." Chris nods. "Hey, look, are you doing anything today? I'd love for us to go do something."

Shit. I didn't want to hurt Chris' feelings, but...

"Actually, I was." I make a face. "I'm so sorry, maybe I can make it up to you later?"

"Sure." Chris shrugs. "That sounds good...I guess."

Seeing his sad face was going to be the death of me. I really felt bad.

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"When is he going to be here?" Kiefer asked later that morning. I had gone to work for a few hours before Taylor came to pick me up.

"A few minutes, I'm sure." I shrug.

Kiefer stayed quiet as he continued shooting crumbled paper in the wastebasket.

And he made all of them, may I add.

"Kief...did you play basketball?"

Kiefer grinned and nodded. "All four years of high school. I loved it. I also played baseball, and that won my heart even more. As you can tell."

I laugh, then suddenly it went quiet again.

I go ahead and check Instagram while Kiefer adjusted himself to his swivel chair.

After liking a few photos, I look up. Kiefer's face was one of worry.

I give him a look. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Kiefer seemed hesitant. "Look. The other day, when you left, Taylor...Taylor told me something. Actually, he was trying to-"

"What'd he say?" I ask.

Kiefer stuttered. "He-he said that, uh,"

"Kiefer, what did he say?"

"Look, you gotta hear me out. He was in the middle of telling me something. Something like 'I think I-"