InstaBryce | Bryce Hall

23. 👋🏻Bryce👋🏻

Cayla and I were just watching a movie with all the guys and chilling when my twitter notifications popped up.

Cayla Herosie:
why does what I need have to be more important than what I want?😐
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I studied her facial expression from across the room, puzzled. I wonder what she's thinking about. I took in just how beautiful she was when she was in deep thought: her long brown hair with blonde highlights was draped behind her, and she was hunched over, looking at her phone. She was biting her fingernails and her eyebrows were furrowed together.

I sighed. I have to respect what she wants, but it doesn't mean I can't hope to be hers.

Bryce Hall:
we could be more
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I quickly look away as I realize she probably has my notifications on. Sure enough, her phone beeps. I focus my attention on the TV, not dare looking at her. To my surprise, my phone soon vibrates.

iMessage
Cay💕
Can we talk..

I look up from my screen and see her staring right at me with her intense brown eyes, biting her lip.

I want her so bad.

I nod my head and get up, walking outside with Cayla trailing behind me.

"Hey, where are you guys going?" Derek asks with a smirk on his face when I turn around to face him and all the others who are staring at us.

"Just to talk," I shrug, looking back at Cayla, who also shrugs.

"Mhmm," Wes smirks as well. I roll my eyes and shut the door once Cayla and I both get out the door.

"So?" I ask, sitting on the porch. She takes a deep breath and sits next to me. I could smell her daisy-like scent.

"What was that tweet about?" She asks, not making eye contact with me.

"Um," I start to panic. "It's uh...," I paused, searching for the right thing to say. She looked up at me in wonder.

"Damn it, Cayla, you know what it was about! Don't play dumb!" I yell, frustrated.

"Bryce...," she trailed off, whispering quietly. She looked down at the ground, feeling guilty for something, I'm sure. But why would she feel guilty?

"What? None of it matters Cayla. You don't have to apologize for not feeling the same anymore. I get it, it's o-"

I was cut off by her soft lips meeting mine. I slowly start to piece together what's happening and kiss back, not being able to keep the smile off my face. It starts off slow, and then before I know it , her fingers are running through my hair and my lips trail down to her neck, giving her many soft kisses. She gently pulls away, breathing slowly and looks off in the distance. She seems to be zoned out on a certain thing, so I look to see what she's so concerned about.

"Shit," I mumble, turning white. This won't be good.

"Cam!" she cries, instantly getting up and racing towards him. He shakes his head and looks at me with disgust, walking in the opposite direction, towards his car.

"Cam, wait!" She yells again, tears streaming down her cheeks. He's made it to the seat in his car and slams the door shut, starting it quickly. "Cam!" She pounds on the car. He doesn't respond; just drives away like a madman.

She runs towards me, and I hug her tightly, situating her on my lap as she bawls into my chest. All the guys are staring out the window in shock.

"I didn't mean for it to happen like this," she cries, the sound muffled.

"Shh, it's okay," I comfort her, petting her hair and attempting to calm her down.

"No, it's not. I hurt him!" She wails, almost hyperventilating.

"Cayla, please breathe. It's all going to be okay," I assure her. "He'll be just fine. You'll be just fine."

Her breathing calmed down a little and she started sniffling less. No more tears came down her face and she wiped her face.

"Thank you," she says graciously, leaning her head on my shoulder and looking up at me.

"Anything for you," I say as a smile spreads on my face.