Chapter 13:

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"Darling. Kyle likes you okay. I see the way he looks at you and the effort he tries to get your attention." Ryan starts. Oh no not this rumor again.

"People's been telling me. I really like him. I'm in love with your son, but your son really killed me. He ditched me." I said and I felt a big hard lump in my throat. I hate this feeling.

"He loves you. But he thinks you didn't like him, so he tried everything to make you hate him so he can move on." Maria explains. It was believable and reasonable but I told him how I felt.

And in that second Kyle comes in with Ashley in his arms. I cried and ran to my room. I can't handle this. This is too much pain.

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"Val." Kyle says as he knocks into my room. Three more hours before prom, shouldn't he be getting ready? I open my door, he's right. I can't keep ignoring him.

"Ashley told me. Chris never cancelled on her. She was playing both me and Chris." Kyle says with a sad tone. Its so obvious he still likes her.

"I'm sorry." I said in a sarcastic tone.

He lifted my chin and made me look at him in the face.

"Valerie. As you know. My parents told you and even Ted told you I liked you. I always had. Ever since Sophomore year. When you saw me heart broken by Abby. You knew me as the Player, but it didn't stop you from cheering me up. Now that were Seniors, I still like you. Wait let me rephrase that. I fucking love you. I liked Ashley, until I realized that whatever you told me, her threatening to leave me alone, I knew you were saying the truth. It was dumb for me to think that you were lying. I love you and if you don't want to go to to prom with me I und-" I cut him off with a kiss. It was true. It was all true. He loved me. Just the way I loved him.

"Now stay put while I go to the restroom and change into my dress." I said. And I hear him groan in frustration.

"Why can't you change in front of me?" He asks. Aw what a baby. But how could I be so dumb? To not see that Kyle loved m ever since. He wasn't the blind one. I was.

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