Kyle and I sit on the couch. He just two cushions away. We sit in silence.
"Hey" he pauses "Lets play a game."
I snap my head towards him and lift up my eyebrows intrigued.
"If it's the awkward game. No thanks." I say turning forwards.
"No. Let's play uh.. The question game." He says.
"But isn't that game for sexually frustrated eighth graders?" I smirk.
"Are you called me a sexually frustrated eighth grader?" He asks. Moving closer to me.
"Not the eighth grader part." I say.
"I am NOT sexually frustrated." He says getting irritated.
"Well, considering how close your getting too me, I think otherwise." I add.
"Just because I think your extremely-I mean-I'm not-" he stutters.
"Hey, it's okay, when my mom gets back you an Casey can have all the fun you want. Right?" I say standing. "you hungry?"
Kyle frowns and stands. "Sure." He follows me to the kitchen.
He accidentally touches my hand.
"Figure two." I say winking at him.
"It was an accident" he says crossing his arms.
I start making him an ice cream sundae. Suddenly a handful of whip cream gets swung to my face.
"Hey!" I say, throwing a handful of cherries at him.
Kyle and I food fight until the whole floor is covered in Icecream and other foods. Our clothes ruined.
He suddenly comes close to me and wipes the whipped cream out of my eyes. He touches my cheek and holds his hands on my jaw. He looks into my eyes and suddenly his lips are on mine. They stay there until he pulls back.
"I'm so-I'm-" he storms out of the room and runs to the bathroom. Extremely baffled I don't go after him.
I start the clean and I hear the shower turn on. I finished cleaning as he comes out of the shower, only a towel around his waist.
"Showers open." He says.
"Okay." I say back.
"Em.."
"Why did you kiss me?" I blurt, "is this a game you and Damon play??"
"Emily. No. Listen I-" he tries to explain.
"I'm going to take a shower. Get dressed." I say storming to the shower.
Basically ripping my clothes off I wanna scream. I don't wanna be one of the stupid whores Kyle Lawson has sex with and then leaves.
My brain is so dumb. Or is it my heart that's wrong. Shit shit shit. Stop.
I take a shower and go straight to my bedroom, making sure I slammed the door loud enough that he can hear clearly.
I hear him turn the television on. I slowly drift off to sleep.
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I wake up in the middle of the night to 23 texts from Kat. I called her immediately.
"Kat." I say.
"What the hell?"
"He kissed me." I say a little quieter.
"Your dreaming go back to sleep." She says.
"KAT. I'm serious." I tell her the story.
"Ew how sappy. That's gross."
"Actually-"
"I KNEW IT. You like him."
"No!" I say. " I don't like him."
"Ya you do."
"FINE. I LIKE HIM." I say a little too loudly. I hang up.
Someone knocks on my door. It opens "Like who?" Kyle says winking.
Oh my god. He heard that, how much else did he hear?
"How long were you listening in on my conversation?" I demanded, very pissed off.
"Oh, just only you practically screaming that you like whoever it is." He says with a smug look on his face.
Oh lord, but at least that's the only thing he heard and not the part where I was telling Kat about what happened with the kiss.
He stares at me with a weird look on his face, I couldn't take it, "Why are you staring at me like that?"
He smiles, "Oh don't mind me, I'm just thinking about something."
I wonder what he is thinking about. Could it be the same thing I just told Kat about? Could he be thinking that it was a mistake? Or maybe he's thinking he should do it again.
I know I shouldn't want it to happen again but I kind of want it to.
"So you never did answer answer my question. Who are you talking about?" He says as he sits on the edge of my queen size bed.
Well shit, I was hoping he would drop this subject altogether, so much for that. Now to make the decision on whether or not I should tell him the truth or lie.
"I was on the phone with Kat, and I was just trying to mess with her head. She doesn't even know who I'm talking about." I lied, it came out smoothly. Lying seems to be a natural habit for me.
"Ahhh. I see." Kyle tries to hide his disappointment but not quickly enough because I noticed.
"You were hoping for a name weren't you?" I laugh. "I don't like anyone at the moment, so there would be a name for me to tell you anyways."
He grins evilly, "Oh come on, you know you like me and just can't resist not having a price of me."
And there is the Kyle that I have grown to hate so much. I like the Kyle that smeared whip cream in my face not the one who is the arrogant asshole that shows up to school everyday.
"Kyle, I want to go to bed, it's-" I look at the clock sitting on my nightstand, "10:30 and I really need some sleep. Can you leave?"
Kyle's smile fades away, "Sure, I'll see you in the morning."
"Good night Kyle"
"Good night princess."
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Kyle's P.O.V
God, the way she was blushing when she said that she was just messing with her friend, shows that she was lying.
I wonder is she likes me... I hope so.
This girl is seriously beautiful. I haven't seen anyone at our school or any of the other schools that we play against in football, those girls, they just don't compare.
Yea, I only agreed with her mom to take her to school in hopes that she will start to see me as more than the stuck up football star everyone makes me out to be.
I close her door and walk downstairs to the living room and lay out the pillows and blankets, Emily left out for me on the floral couch. I make my bed and lay down.
I just laid there and stared at the ceiling, thinking.
