The Promise Of Forever (COMPLETED)

➰FIRST CHAPTER➰

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FIRST CHAPTER

WIPING my clammy hands down on my skirt, I carefully hopped up onto the cash counter barely catching myself from falling backward. Jeez! I was a mess. A really hot mess. No... wait. Not hot like hot hot. Hot as in warm and all sweaty and there's absolutely nothing good about it. Trust me, I would know.

I gathered my plain ole wavy brown hair— nothing shiny and fancy like other girls, ponytail hair off my neck and blew out a long exaggerated breath.

Shooting daggers at someone whose back was at me, I started to fan myself with the stack of stapled sheets I had with me. It was hell raining in here. On top of that, I had to walk-- my mom took my car since hers was in the garage for oil change-- all the way here from school and I really needed something to accompany me and this assignment was due anyway, so I thought why not?

I had literally sprinted here not stopping by my house first for a quick shower. Maybe I should have. Yep! I definitely should have. Considering how frigging scorching it was in here.

But then I'd have to say I needed a foresight to see what was going to happen because then I would've surely first gone home to take an ice cold shower.

Ugh!

I could feel the little pricking drops of sweat at the nape of my neck sliding down and ever so slowly further down my back. It's annoying as hell. I couldn't even reach them.

The wind from the sheets slowly calmed my nerves as my heart slowed to it's average speed and my head hurt lesser. I swung my legs back and forth like a kid, feeling annoyed and hot and ugh.

The Cafe-- Merosita (Kyle's grandmother's name)-- where I was sitting and fanning myself-- was cozy and warm and mostly made of wood, and totally perfect for the crazy wild winters which usually hit us by the end of November, but the same place had turned unbearable in this insane summer of SunnyVyle.

I groaned and pushed my bangs aside which were already starting to stick together due to the stupid humidity.

I hate summers.

And you know what I hate even more?

An air conditioner not working!

"Ugggghh!" I finally groaned out loud to let him know I wouldn't wait forever for him to get finished so we could go bowling like he'd promised me.

Ky softly chuckled, rolling his eyes at me. As if he wasn't hot and getting agitated and yearning for an ice bath right now.

I ignored him and that stupid bead of sweat which traveled down from his forehead to his cheek and slid towards his well defined jaw, made me swallow the bile suddenly formed in the back of my throat.

Jesus! He did look hot.

I shook my head at myself-- I meant like sweaty hot not that other one-- and tore my eyes away from his face. I couldn't even lie to myself.

I fanned myself faster, suddenly feeling hotter than I was a minute ago, letting the sheets curl at the ends. "God! I hate summers and I hate you!"

He smirked, staring up at me. "No you don't." Then he smiled and for a second I forgot why I was getting all worked up in the first place.

Gathering myself back up, I rolled my eyes and scowled at him, "I swear to you that I'm gonna hop off this counter right now and make that damn thing work myself if you don't find someone who can!"

To my annoyance, a heart-warming laugh spilled out of his mouth, as he ceased cleaning the table nearest to where I sat, once again gazing up at me with those beautiful grey eyes and his cute goofy smile.