The Soap Opera I Call Life

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Alice’s POV

I continued to stare at Kyle, not believing the sight on front of me. I pinched myself hoping this was just a dream, but it wasn’t. It was real life. Yasmin was still knocking on the door, she seemed to be confused why the door was locked, but I’ thankful it was. If it wasn’t... I shuddered at the thought. Her perfect nails could claw my eyes out. Kyle was still frozen; his head in his hands. I nudged him.

“Reply to her, before she breaks down the door.” I whispered to him urgently. He suddenly jumped into action.

“Ugh, sorry Yasmin babe must have slept in. Why don’t you wait downstairs while I take a shower?” He yelled, his voice cracking making him sound like he just woke up.

“Why can’t I wait in your room?” She twined through the door. I held in the urge to sigh loudly at her.

“This place looks like it was hit by a bomb, it’s best if you wait downstairs.” He told her. She sighed loudly but did as he said and stomped down the stairs. I stood up (keeping my back to Kyle), taking the duvet with me, as I wrapped it around myself. I could feel Kyle’s eye pierce my back, but I kept my back to him. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths.

I couldn’t believe what had happened! I mean thing like this only happens in movies, right? I mean I just slept with Kyle, who happened to have a girlfriend who was right downstairs! I wasn’t even that drunk, and Kyle had drunk nothing, so how on earth had this happened? I heard Kyle awkwardly cough behind me, so I turned around. He was wearing clothes now; his hands were still tearing at his hair though.

“Erm, you can take a shower if you want, I’ll take on in the main bathroom.” He muttered not meeting my eyes. I nodded and walked past him. I stepped in to the en suite shutting the door behind me and sliding t the floor. Tears welled in my eyes. He couldn’t even look at me, I felt cheap. I switched on the shower and quickly stepped inside. The water washed away my tears but didn’t fully relax me. I have no idea what I’m going to do, all I know is I could stay here. I had basically done the same thing as Nikki and Liz; I had slept with someone who already had a girlfriend. I was the whore and slag. I sat down in the shower and started sobbing again. I couldn’t believe what I had done; I wanted to be with Kyle but not like this. Our friendship was in ruins, I would be lucky if he even looked at e again let alone talk to me.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a white fluffy towel around myself. I stepped back into the bedroom and saw that Kyle had left some clothes on my bed. A pair of my jeans that I had left here in my hurry to pack and leave, also one of his shirts was there. I slipped on my underwear and pulled on the clothes. I also saw a note he had left on the pillow.

I’ll be back up in a minute. please don’t go downstairs I’m trying to make Yasmin leave.

I sighed. Well at least he hadn’t forgotten about me. I found my dress and placed it in a plastic bag I found. I tied my hair us in a ponytail as I knew starting the hairdryer would make noise. I picked up my bag and slowly left the room. I surveyed the situation. I could hear voices downstairs, the kitchen. I started to tiptoe down the stairs. I breathed quietly. As I neared the bottom of the staircase I could hear what Yasmin was saying quiet clearly.

“You shouldn’t have left so early last night. Once the slut had left the arty was really good.” She said, her nasaly voice ringing around the house. She really was loud. I mean who shouts out normal conversations?

“Slut?” I heard Kye ask.

“Alice. Everyone was talking about her I mean she had two guys in one night! I wouldn’t be surprised if she ended up slepping with a third.” I gasped, but fortuently they didn’t hear me. I couldn’t believe it, everyone thought I was a slut? I knew that plan wasn’t a good idea! I crept closer to the kitchen and tried to hear the rest of the conversation.