No Help

Chapter 2

"Will you answer that?" My mom ask me as she quickly goes back into the kitchen. I guess.

I shut my door and walk down the stairs and to the door. I straighten out my shirt and twist the cold handle. Im greeted my Mr. & Mrs. Payne and Liam himself. I step aside to let them in and shake each of their hands. Mrs. Payne makes a comment about how my hair looks nice and I nod and smile to thank her. Liam is last to walk in the door. He is wearing a red plaid shirt with black jeans and white converse. My god I never knew white converse looked so good with red plaid. He kind of reminds me of the american flag. Oops.

I reach my hand out to greet him and he shakes my hand with a firm grip and warm smile. Just when im about to pull my hand away he pulls he towards him and hugs me. Its a very warm comforting hug. I slowly and awkwardly wrap my arms around him to hug him back.

"Hey." He whispers into my ear before pulling away. I tuck a hair behind my ear before waving to say hi back. God im so awkward. "You should leave your hair down more often it's quite nice." He compliments. Oh so my hair looks bad when its up? I shyly shrug and look up at him. Well hello when did you get so close.

"Dinner!" My mother calls and I sigh. Here we go. I get asked questions and if I don't answer my mom will get mad and say it's rude.

I sigh and shut the door. I walk into the dinning room with Liam following close behind. I sit down and look at all the food my mom has been cooking all day. She is really a good cook but I just want to sit in my room. I take a couple of small servings of everything.

I do what I do everytime, play with my food until I get asked a question. Liam doesn't always come with his parents here anymore. He hasn't in a while till now.

"Kylee." My mothers assertive tone is heard. Oh I must have missed a question.

"Hm?" I hum.

"It's fine darling. I was just asking where do you plan on going to college?" Mrs.Payne asks. I just remembered graduation is soon, I wont be walking to get my diploma. I refused.

I looked up and across the table and Liam is staring at me waiting for my answer also. "Um.."My voice is scratchy , lack of talking is to blame. I don't have an answer to be honest. I haven't picked one.

"Kylee" My mother warns. What am I supposed to say! "Kylee it's rude to not answer." She's pushing me. "Answer." She says harshly under her breath. I panic and make a huge mistake. I stand up from the table and rush up stairs to the bathroom. She puts so much pressure on me and its overwhelming.

"Hey you alright in there?" I hear a soft knock at the door. I looked in the mirror and turn to open the door. Liam is standing there looking down at me with concern. "You okay?" I just shrug.

"That wasn't cool of your mum to pressure you like that." Glad someone agrees. I shrug again. "Hey.' he puts a hand on my shoulder and I tense. He notes this and removes his hand. "You can talk to me." Oh silly boy I dont talk. I shake my head and look down.

He reached out and puts his fingers under my chin, lifting my face up. It's a gentle sweet touch. It makes my breath hitch and I start to think im getting lack of oxygen from not breathing. He simply stares down at me. Just stares. His look somewhat curious yet gentle. "Come on."

He pulls me down the hall, my hall, to my own room. What no go away you cant go in there. I feel like a second grader yelling no boys allowed. He reaches out to open the door and I quickly, and dumbly, put my hand over his to pull in back closed. I look at our hands and then him to see he is also looking at me. I quickly retreat my hand from his and look down. "Please?" I sigh oh god.

He push my door open and lets me in first. I sit on the edge of my bed and look at him. He's looking around. I note how his eyes hit my drawing wall. I have all my works taped onto a wall.

"Your room has changed a lot since the last time I've been in here." He chuckled and looks at me. I pat the ned next to me and he sits. Well duh it has changed. That was what... 5th grade. Come on now.

"I like the drawings. You're really talented you know. Ive seen you in art class, you are so focused." He smiles and glances up at the works. Stalker.

He turns back to me and his smile isn't there, but he isn't quite frowning. "I feel like im talking to myself now a days." Please payne you've hardly been here because you're too cool for me. He reached out and twirls a piece of hair in his fingers. "I wish it weren't that way."