"Kyla, can I talk to you?" Connor asks from behind me. I turn, closing my locker as I do so.
"Sure." I smile at him, before waiting for him to talk.
"Can you talk to Bryan? Morning practice went terribly. You tend to be the only one able to knock sense into him." Connor says after a moment.
"No promises. I learned long ago to not try figuring him out. No one can. It's impossible. I will see if he'll talk, though." I reply before walking off towards the one place Bryan used to go at home when he was upset, the field. I reach the football field and sure enough Bryan and Dylan are here throwing the ball around. I walk over to them.
"Hey Kyle, give us a minute?" Dylan looks at me with stern eyes. I raise my eyebrow.
"I was about to ask you the same thing, Dyl." I reply causing him to toss me the ball with a sigh and walk away.
"Kyla, I just want to be alone." Bryan says desperately.
"Dude, what's wrong with you?" I ask tossing him the ball. He tosses it back, silently.
"Jasmine." He mutters quietly, after a few minutes of silence.
"What about her?" I ask confused. She was a girl Bryan spent lots of time with back at home.
"She told me something." He replies shortly.
"Bry, just tell me. How bad could it be?" I ask, catching the ball he tossed, but instead of tossing it back, I hold onto it.
"She's pregnant." He whispers. I'm almost positive I hear wrong since that would be about the worst thing possible.
"Bryan..." I trail off with wide eyes.
"Kyla, you can not tell anyone. Please." He begs with pleading eyes. Yeah right, as if I'd ever tell anyone.
"Bryan, trust me." I say quietly.
"Ky, nobody knows. Not even Dylan." He says tiredly.
"Bryan, she lives hours away. Plus how would she even know it was yours? I saw her with Brandon literally every day for a week. She was hanging around a different guy every week." I state.
"Ky, she was never with any of those guys." He says quietly.
"What? How would you know?" I ask confused.
"Just trust me." He says as the bell rings signaling we're late for first period.
"You coming?" I ask pointing towards school.
"In a minute." He replies. I nod, throwing him the ball back, and walking off.
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"How'd it go?" Connor asks when I sit down at the table.
"Fine." I reply shortly.
"Just fine?" He asks curiously.
"Like I said earlier, no promises." I say hastily. He just nods, holding his hands up in surrender, giving me time to steal a few fries.
"What's going on?" Talia asks confused and curious.
"He asked me for a favor involving a certain brother of mine. I did my best, but can't promise the results. I say before turning back to Connor, with a smirk on my face. "You owed me the fries."
"Aren't you glad I asked you though?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.
"It's bittersweet." I reply with a forced smile. I look over at the football table to see Bryan isolated. He's sitting at the table yet it's like he's not. Physically, he's there. Mentally, not so much. He gets on his phone which causes me to stand and walk towards him.
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An Unpredictable Year (Completed)
Teen FictionBOOK 1. Kyla Richardson. She's beautiful and young. Outgoing, but so reserved. Alone surrounded by so many people. Kyla just wants to make friends and enjoy a simple junior year. Drama arises and gives Kyla a year she will never forget. Secrets...