Saving Kyle

Chapter 4

Saving Kyle Chap. 4.

During the three hours I spent with Kyle, I realised he wasn't what I had expected. He turned out to like the exact same stuff as me. We both liked the same bands, watched the same movies and TV shows, we even shared similar pasts.

When I was young, I was the only child. Well, so I thought. I had the perfect family of three, making red velvet cupcakes on my birthday, having water ballon fights in summer and just spending time together like the perfect family. It really was the perfect family until the night a stranger walked into her life.

After that, she went wild. She attended parties hosted by kids from the boarding school, she starting becoming so rude to my dad and I that he ended up filing a divorce. It was like she turned into a teenager again; uncontrollable.

She was a bitch, but since she had the money, she could claim full custody. Only reason she wanted it was to get loads of money from the government. Total bitch.

"Saph!" Kyle yelled in to my ear, shaking me out of my thoughts. "Do you want to share the paint, for the twelfth time?"

I nodded my head, softly then furrowed my eyebrows. He grabbed the paint next to him and looked at me, "What?" He began to spread paint over the canvas.

"It's just," I sighed "no one but my dad or best friend calls me Saph."

He smiled, continuing to paint random colours onto the canvas. "Who's this 'best friend' that I've never heard of?"

"His name's Declan. He hung himself when he was a freshman." Kyle looked up with a worrying look on his face, his eyes piercing at mine.

He shook his head in regret, "I'm so sorry, Sapphire..." He apologised, giving me a hug. I felt something damp on me. It was when Kyle stepped back that I realised he just put paint on my newest Sleeping With Sirens shirt. I gasped and slowly looked up at him. I turned to my right and grabbed two paint bottles, pointing the nozzle at his direction. His eyes widened and he put both hands up like he surrendered. I squeezed the two bottles hard and a mountain load of paint splashed on his fresh, white shirt.

When I finally stopped, he wiped the paint off his face and stared at me. "You little shit!" He yelled, running after me with a paint bottle in one hand. I giggled and sprinted up the isle of students that were painting, but stopped and starred at us, amused. I slowed down and jerked myself into one of the rows of students and stuck my foot out.

Kyle, not knowing what was beneath him, tripped over my extended foot and face-planted. I giggled and ran to the art cupboard. Hmm. Blue. I ran over to him, and found him, well, planking on the ground. So I screwed open the lid on the paint bottle and tipped it all over him.

"You look like a smurf!" I managed to get out I between laughter. I was gasping for when I felt a pair of large, kind of muscular arms enclose around me.

"Now you look like one too" he smirked at me and I just gaped, look down at my completely ruined Sleeping with Sirens shirt.

"You asshole! This shirt is new! And it's my favourite!"

The door opened and we snapped our heads towards the teacher currently standing there standing there with a red blotchy face, looking like a gaping goldfish.

"WHAT THE FU- HELL! What is this!? Both of you! See the office NOW!"

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"You will both receive 3 days suspension for disturbing a lesson twice and destruction of school property" the principle stated in a monotone voice. I grimaced inwardly. My mother is not going to be happy.