Xander

Kyle's Stare (8)

"Abby! Kyle's outside!"

      I sigh, and check myself out as I pass my vanity mirror before heading down the stairs and out the door without a word to my mother.

        "Hey." Kyle greets simply once I buckle up in the passenger seat.

As he pulls out he says, "You look like you didn't sleep much."

         I sigh and run a hand through my hair. "Yeah. . ."

After a few brief moments of silence, Kyle mutters softly, "If you're worried about him trying to talk to you, and you don't want that. . . I won't let him."

     I turn my head to look at him and study his facial features. He is so sincere, and my heart melts at how blessed I am to have him as my best friend.

  "Thank you," I whisper as a small smile graces my lips. Kyle glances at me with a smile of his own, but it slowly dissipates when he looks at mine. I find it a little odd, but don't question it as my thoughts fall back on Xander Elliot. I scowl at the thought because I won't let him get to me again. I have Kyle now. And he's all I want and need at this point.

  ". . . do you think she knows?"

             "I think it's weird how she's been with two incredibly gorgeous guys while she's nothing. . ."

     ". . . and I can't wait to see her reaction."

I hear these conspicuous comments obviously directed towards me as Kyle and I walk towards the entrance of Wilson high. Many people are staring at me as I walk past, some with awe, many with jealousy, few with disgust. I want to scream at them, but I feel a settling comfort when Kyle wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer.

              "Don't pay any attention to them. It's pretty pathetic that they have so much times on their hands to investigate your life. It just proves their lives are completely bland," Kyle whispers in my ear and I smile lightly.

     As we make our way down the hallway, I'm suddenly filled with a strange relief since I haven't caught sight of Xander. Kyle suddenly stiffens, and slows our pace, and I glance at him questioningly.

   "What is it?" I ask him as I gaze curiously at his expression. He is staring at something ahead of us, and I follow his gaze with my own. The breath is knocked out of my lungs as my eyes lock onto Xander Elliot. He's leaning up against the lockers with his hands shoved deep into his jean pockets. His hair is still messy and dirty blond, but I still find him good-looking. And I can tell I'm not the only one.

         "That's him, isn't it?" Kyle whispers to me, and his arm tightens around me.

I'm about to answer when I see Phoebe, clad in her hot pink wedges and tight mini skirt strut over to Xander and run her hands up his chest. My chest tightens as I remember the time that he kissed me, then kissed her four days after, knowing she gave me trouble.

   "You've got to be kidding. What a jerk," I vaguely hear Kyle say, but all of my attention is on Phoebe and Xander, who is smiling at the wench who I truly dislike with a passion. What happens next shocks me deeply. She leans towards him suddenly, and kisses him. I watch in horror as he kisses her back, and am immensely confused.

      He just came back today, and he's just going to up and kiss someone? I scoff in disgust, and attempt to tear my eyes away from them, because deep down inside it's wounding me more than I want it to, but I can't find it in myself to look away.