The Dark Side of the Moon

Chapter 20: Kyle

-Kyle's P.O.V-

“Donnovan, it’s your shift!” my boss shouted at me. The man was as dislikeable as they came, equipped with the arrogance and aggressiveness that made you cringe. His receding hair line gave way to display his wrinkled, shiny forehead that creased every time he talked. His hawk like eyes narrowed and took in the state of my slightly crumpled and un-ironed work uniform.

“Just go,” he growled, shoving three pizza boxes into my chest. I caught them easily with my reflexes, but the action was still extremely rude. If this guy wasn’t my boss and could fire me at any moment... let’s just say he wouldn’t disrespect me at all.

I strode out of the pizza shop and carefully placed the pizzas into a backpack that I carried for the job. Straddling the sleek motorbike, I purred it to life and roared away onto the streets. This lower class job was a pain in my backside, but as much as I hated to admit it, I depended on it. Getting a job in a small town like Banff was difficult, and the rent just kept piling up.

Memorising the address, I watched the street names and pulled onto a familiar road. Number three... you are kidding me. I cut the engine to my bike and hauled the pizza boxes out of my backpack, leaving it resting on my motorbike. Shoving the keys in my pocket, I made my way up the limestone steps to the door, juggling the boxes in on hand.

With my excellent hearing, I could hear two male voices arguing lightly and the sound effects of a video game coming from a distant corner of the house. Upstairs, the sound of the shower on pounded through my ears. As soon as I rang the doorbell, the water cut off. I waited a few minutes, but when nobody answered, I rung the doorbell again. The irritated voice of a young girl – one that I was familiar with - echoed through the house.

“Will you boys get that?” her voice sounded slightly raspy, as if she’d been recently crying.

“We’re in the middle of a fire fight!” an older, male voice answered back. I cringed, so she did have a boyfriend after all. And a lazy sounding one at that. I couldn’t stop the feeling of jealously rip through me, so I just ignored them as best as I could.

“Bloody hell,” her voice muttered, and the sound of her footsteps became louder as she neared the door. It swung open a crack and her head appeared in the opening, wet hair releasing droplets all over the wooden floor. “Hi, sorry I-” Florence stopped mid sentence and her eyes widened, obviously not expecting to see me there. Her eyes travelled up and down my frame, taking in the uncomfortable and embarrassing work attire that was mandatory. “Mr. Donnovan.”

She opened the door a little wider and I resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow in amusement. Her dark hair was stuck in tendrils all around her skin, dripping water down her body that was soaked up by the dark blue towel that she was wrapped in. The towel was short, stopping just around her thighs and was clutched tightly to her chest by a shaking hand. Her bright blue eyes stared curiously at me, until the situation seemed to click inside her head. She took one look down at her clothing – or lack thereof – and nervous didn’t even begin to describe her expression. Trying to remain civilised even though bad thoughts were running rampant through my mind, I kept my gaze glued to her slightly flushed face.

“You ordered pizza,” I kept my voice neutral and without emotion. We didn’t need to have a nice little chit chat at her front door right now; I needed to be out of there.

“Yeah...” she scratched the back of her head awkwardly.

“One Hawaiian, one Meat Lovers, and one Spicy Salami?” I glanced down at the order I held and double checked it. That was right.

“Yes that’s us, I mean...me,” she trailed off, once again referencing the fact that she had two other boys in the house. One that was undoubtedly her boyfriend, and I seethed with hidden rage on the inside, but my face remained a cool mask to the outside world.