20 Days In His Bedroom

Chapter Thirty one

We spent two minutes in silence staring at each other.

"You know? You're right." He said finally.

I didn't expect that from Kyle — not him admitting I was right. Who is this guy? He sounds different.

"I know it's not my business, and you probably don't want to hear it... but I just had to say what I felt. Sorry." I looked down, ashamed.

"No, no. I know all I do is shit. But I won't change." He pressed his lips into a hard line and left the room.

"But I won't change." That phrase kept replaying in my mind.

Why am I so concerned about him? He means nothing to me. No — Twy, don't lie to yourself — you care. He means a lot. But he doesn't deserve it. Why the hell would I fall for a jerk like that? He probably doesn't think about me even once. He wants to get rid of me, and here I am, like a stupid girl with nowhere to go.

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An hour later, Kyle came back.

"Done?" He asked coldly, without looking at me.

"Yeah." I nodded, watching him pack his perfumes. I liked that blue one, though I never knew its name.

"I put some of your clothes in this small bag — found them in the bathroom." I said.

He turned to me, serious.

"What clothes?" he asked.

"Everything I found." I wasn't sure why he cared.

He waved a hand. "Everything?"

"I think so." What's wrong?

He shook his head, smirking. Is he crazy? But he drives me mad.

"Is something wrong? Sorry if you didn't like me gathering your clothes. I just wanted to help." Maybe he hates anyone touching his things.

"It's fine. Just weird you picked up my underwears." He smirked again.

My eyes widened. His underwear? I didn't touch those. Just his grey pants and blue shirt.

"Oh my god, no I didn't." I defended myself.

"What else would you find in the bathroom?" He stared, probably teasing me.

"I didn't touch your underwears! Besides, it's your mess if you leave stuff everywhere." I snapped.

"Seems appealing to you." He teased again.

"Are you done?" I changed the subject, still confused about his underwears.

"Minutes." He muttered.

"Okay, I'll wait outside." I left before he could answer, craving fresh air and a proper goodbye to this place. I didn't know why, but I'd miss it.

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As I walked down the hall, memories of the plane crash hit me — the screams, the tears, the desperation. I was still lost.

"I put your bras in my backpack." Kyle's voice cut through my thoughts.

"Huh?" What did he say?

"Your bras. I put them in my backpack." He said again.

"My bras? Why would you touch them? I put them in my bag." I yelled. How could he open my bag and take my bras?!

"What's your bra size? I can see, but I prefer to ask." He grinned.

"What?" I gasped.

"They're small. I can tell." He stared at my chest.

I slammed my hands over his eyes. I hated him staring like that.

"I can use my hands, so you better let me stare." He said, leaving my hands over his face.

"Shut up." I snapped.

"Okay." He pulled my hands away and trapped them behind his back. Now I was holding him tightly. He moved me backward until my back hit the wall.

"Kyle?" I warned.

"Just let me say goodbye." He pressed his lips to mine. His kiss was hungry and rough. I didn't know what to do — I didn't push him away. Instead, I tightened my grip. I knew he smiled.

But then, I imagined my parents watching. I pulled away quickly. He looked confused.

"We can't." I muttered.

"We can." He whispered, eyes locked on my lips.

Before I could argue, he kissed me again.

I jerked away, but he didn't stop. Finally, his lips left mine.

I opened my eyes and saw Jace pushing Kyle away.

"You bastard! Don't touch her." Jace yelled.

"Huh? Didn't hear you." Kyle snarled.

I couldn't breathe. I felt so ashamed Jace saw us kiss. I'm not the Twy I used to be.

"I said don't kiss her. She's not your type." Jace warned.

"Who the hell are you to decide who I should kiss?" Kyle stared him down.

I was speechless. I wanted to die.

"Not Twyla. Not her." Jace said firmly.

Jace, please go before I die of embarrassment.

"Go away, boy." Kyle shrugged and pulled me back inside.

"Twy, do you want to go with him?" Jace asked.

"No... not with him. Or anyone. I'll find my way alone." I said, still held by Kyle.

"Don't let him touch you, Twy. He's not like you." Jace warned.

Kyle dragged me inside.

"What did you do?" I shouted.

"Shut the hell up." He yelled back.

I thought he'd kiss me again, but I pushed those thoughts away. I hated myself.

"What? You kissed me first and made me look like trash." I yelled.

"Shut your fucking mouth." He shouted again.

"My mouth? Then why did you kiss me?" I shouted back.

"You're too young to understand." He said coldly.

Tears fell.

"Let's go." He grabbed his bag — and mine.

"I'm not going with you." I shouted.

"Your choice." He opened the door and waved to a man waiting for the bags.

What if that man saw us kiss? Didn't matter now. The man took the bags and left.

"He took my bag!" I shouted.

"Yes. And I'm taking you." He bent down and slung me over his shoulder.

"You bitch! Put me down!" Tears still streamed.

He ignored me and walked toward the elevator.