My 2nd Life with O2L (Kian Lawley)

Ch7 not so fast

"What..the..hell.." I panted at the kid I was in the street with.

He didn't answer. I got up and looked down at him.

"Why were you in kian's house?" I yelled

He still didn't answer, just blinked at me with a smirk.

"I swear to god if you don't answer me in the next 5 seconds I'm going to shove your eyes so far back into your ass your going to need a proctologist just to read a book" I growled

He flinched at my thought and spoke up.

"Because Kian is a faggot."

"Get up." I screamed

He stood up and I got really close to his face.

"1..2..3..4..5" I counted

I punched him as hard as I could and screamed
"Run!" at the top of my lungs.

Walking back to Sam and Kian I realized how bad I looked.

My cheek had a cut, my elbows and knees were torn up, and my knuckles were bruised and bleeding.

"Kylee... are you okay?" Kian asked wearily.

"I'm fine. the more important question is are you okay?" I asked

He nodded but I dragged him into the house anyways.

I sat him down and looked him over. His lip was busted open. Blood was trickling down his face at a slow pace. His forehead had a small gash that was dried by now and his hands were a little cut up.

"So what happened?" I asked spritzing anti-bacterial spray on his cuts.

"Ow" he complained "He busted through the door and told me not to move. Then he threw a vase at me and it shattered. He grabbed me by my shirt and told me not to move and then he punched me a handful of times."

"That twat" I muttered

"Hm?" Kian hummed

"Nothing just talking to myself" I answered

The day went by and the boy never came back. Kian was fine and so was I.

At about 7 I said goodbye to Kian and Sam and drove home.

My dad was home passed out on the couch as I snuck in trying not to wake him. Jogging up the stairs to my room, I closed the door quietly to change.

I threw on a plain grey tee and some black sweats. I threw my hair in a messy bun, hopping into bed and falling fast asleep.
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I woke up the next morning on the floor. I have no literal clue as to how or why I was here but whatever. I waddled down the stairs and surprisingly saw my dad eating some toast.

"Hey ky" he said, mouth full

"What up home slice" I joked throwing up the ghetto peace sign.

"Uh ok. Hey why are your knuckles bruised? Kylee we talked ab-"

"Dad it was nothing big ok? I was defending my friend." I explained hoping he would ask anymore questions about my injuries.

"Mmkay well I'm off see ya" he said kissing my forehead and grabbing his keys.

After eating some cereal, I jogged up stairs, being blinded by the humungous windows, an got ready.

Chucking on some black ripped shorts, a white Macklemore shirt, and some red toms.

Making my way to bathroom, while jamming out to Classic by MKTO, I brushed out my blonde hair and put it into a braided bun. Today I only put on mascara because I am lazy.

Driving off to the o2l house, I knocked one the door and waited for kian, Instead Jc answered and sad I could go get him out of his room.

I knocked on his door and waited. It sounded like he was crying. I knocked again.

"Kian?" I asked "Kian it's ky open up" in said sweetly

The door clicked and opened letting me in.

"Kian what's going on?" I asked

"That's the thing kylee" he laughed a little "I can't even tell you" he said smiling through his tears.

"Kian I don't understand." I stated

"Kylee you need to go"

"What the hell? Kian what's going on why are being so weird?" I pleaded

He just stared at me.

I stormed out and into the living room.

I stayed with the boys for a while about until 6 when it started to get dark.

Kian came out of his room just in time to see me leave.