Sorry I'm Insane 2 // COMPLETE

0.4; Journaling

Kian's POV

March, 2015.

I stop in front of her house, her getting up from her spot on the front steps. She smiles widely while opening the door. She gets into the car, phone in hand and looking at me.

"Coffee date?"

"Of course! You know me too well, Ki." She agrees, placing a kiss on my cheek. She is wearing one of my bigger hoodies and a pair of leggings that compliment her legs. I tear my eyes from her figure driving away from the curb.

"Wanna go to Starbucks or Joe's?" I ask her at a stop light.

"Let's go to Joe's, it's quieter. Less busy. And they have pretty good coffee."

"You and your fucking coffee." I laugh. "I swear it's a fucking addiction, Reece!"

"Hey!" She laughs, playfully punching my arm. I pretend to be hurt, both of us laughing, happy.

H A P P Y

I slam my laptop shut after emailing Goodwin my journal entry, word for word. I'm so pissed. Someone will know about her. Someone that's not me, that's not Hunter or Alaska.

Alaska.

Maybe she'll end up getting it. Slim chance, but maybe. I sigh, tapping my foot angrily. I close my eyes, still tapping my foot.

"Something wrong, Lawley?" I hear a female voice in front of me. My eyes shoot open, meeting Alaska's green ones.

I narrow my eyes. "Yes, he fucking told us that our journal entries would be for his eyes only."

"Life sucks, huh." She says teasingly.

"I write about private things that no one else should see except him, maybe." I sigh, frustrated.

"Like what, love?" She asks, getting onto her knees leaning her elbows on my desk.

"Her." I mumble, shutting my eyes. "I really miss her, like really fucking miss her." I whisper, leaning back into my seat.

"It only gets better, Lawley." She says, placing her hands on my closed ones. I want to recoil, to glare at her and yell at her for touching me. But I stay put, tears slipping out of my closed eyes. "Oh my god, Kian, did I make you cry?" She whispers, getting closer to me.

I feel her breath fanning over my face, and soon soft fingers wiping the tears that are trailing down my face. "I'm sorry, Kian. I didn't mean to hit a nerve..." She whispers.

I take in a quick breath, opening my eyes. Her face is barely inches away from mine, her green eyes clouded with concern and guilt. "Your attitude kind of reminds me of her, sassy." I whisper, not taking my dark brown eyes off of hers.

"Lawley! Coldman!" Goodwin yells, grabbing our attention. She swiftly pulls farther away from me, quickly getting to her feet. Everyone's eyes are flicking between us. "Coldman, get to your seat. I have the printed entries." He says, holding a stack of papers up. "Tonight, I want you to highlight and annotate them, just thoughts on what they wrote. Then tomorrow you will be given yours back to look over." He hands one out to everyone.

I read over mine quickly, it is poorly written and about a stuffed toy. I sigh, slipping it into my English binder.

After 20 minutes of Goodwin talking about our current reading book, we're dismissed. I don't have any other classes so I head to my car, planning on heading home and catching up on much needed sleep.

"Kian! Kian Lawley! Stop!" I hear someone yell from behind me, and I turn on my heels. I see Alaska jogging over to me, dodging the few people littering the pathway.

"Yeah?" I ask when she's standing in front of me, catching her breath.

"Do you wanna get coffee or something? I'm in a coffee mood." She asks cheerily.

"Uh," I start, ready to turn her down like I do other girls that try to get with me. "I guess?" I say more like a question, but she smiles widely.

"Want to walk to a place close to here? It's really small and quiet, but damn do they have good coffee."

"Sure, whatever works the best. Could I put my bag in my car first?"

"Of course, where is it?"

"Right over here." I turn around and point to my Range Rover parked next to a jeep.

"Okay, hurry though, I want coffee." She says eagerly, grabbing my arm and pulling me in the direction I had pointed to.

After I toss my bag in the back, and explain to Alaska how yes, the Range Rover is actually mine, we're off to get coffee.

"How come I've never seen you in that English class before?" She asks from beside me.

"I don't know. I don't talk often, not really my scene."

"If it's not your 'scene'" she does finger quotations, "why're you majoring in it?"

"It's what she wanted to do, I figure since she couldn't pursuit it I should. Kinda helping distract me from her too." I say, but it's not distracting me at all. She's usually always on my mind.

"Awh, that's cute." She coos. "You must've been a great boyfriend."