Chapter Fifteen Part One:
Gillian was straddling Marcus on the couch. MY couch she was kissing him on; he was practically dry humping her.
“What the freak?” I demanded loudly. They stopped, and Gillian fell off his lap. She gasped, and sat back unto the couch.
“This isn’t what it looks like, Farah. She kissed me first. I tried to get her off of me.” Marcus spit out quickly.
“Whatever. Get out!” I yelled, pointing toward the door.
“Farah. Don’t do this. I love you.”
“B.S., Marcus. If you did, you would’ve told me any time before this. Now get out of my house!” I screamed; my body was filled with anger. I turned toward Gillian, who was smiling.
“Get out of here, you hoe! I don’t want to ever see your face either! Get out NOW!” I screamed at her, going all psycho. I heard hurryingly footsteps behind me, and arms wrapped around me tightly. Gillian grabbed her purse and left. Kyle let me go, as I fell to the ground, tears streaming down my face. I ran my hands threw my hair, and my braid must look crazy. I ripped out the pony tail, and threw it across the room. Kyle picked me up bridal style, and carried me up to my room. He placed me on the bed, and sat down beside me. “We need a new couch.” I mumbled grumpily. He chuckled, and ran his hand through my hair. “You okay?” He asked me. I looked at him like he just killed my cat.
“Am I okay? Okay? Heck no I’m not okay.” Kyle enveloped me in a hug, as I felt his arm do something behind me. Then I heard music playing, and I pulled away from him. He put his iPhone on my music dock, and put on the band Mayday Parade. My sad music! I smiled, as Kyle wiped tears away from my face.
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Three Days Later
“Get up. Get up now!” Kyle yelled, lying on top of me.
“Get off! I can’t breathe!” I exclaimed, pushing him off of me.
“You’ve been moping around for three days now, Farah! We’re going somewhere.”
“What? Where?” I asked, sitting up.
“Like I’m going to tell you.” Kyle said, shuffling through my drawers. He pulled some of my shirts and grabbed a random duffel bag with his other hand. “Where are your bikinis?” He asked, still ruffling through my dresser.
“Uh…Top drawer?” I mumbled, flipping my body awkwardly in the bed.
“Okay,” I heard a bag zip. “Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?” I asked again.
“Surprise,” Kyle offered. I just ignored him, and covered my head with my pillow. Kyle grabbed me up like I weighed nothing, and I let him carry me to his car. I’ve been too exhausted to do anything. I gave up on everything three days ago when I walked in on Marcus with Gillian. If it wasn’t for Kyle shoving Ramen Noodles down my throat, I’d be at least dead from starvation.
I buckled myself in, and put my feet up in the dashboard. Grabbing Kyle’s favorite pair of sunglasses and putting them on as I turned off the radio. I’d rather have silence than a headache. Kyle turned his radio back on, and I groaned.
“Don’t touch my radio, or sunglasses.” I rolled my eyes at him as he started his car. “Okay, where are we going, Kyle?” I asked, but this time seriously.
“We live in Florida. It’s way past winter, and it’s Spring Break. We’re going to the beach house.”
I gasped, we haven’t been to the beach house in two years. Since my Dad started a new job, and he barely comes home. Half the time I’m asleep when he does. “How did you get the keys?” I asked him.
“Your Dad came home last night for a couple of hours and I explained your situation to him. Mr. Whale just handed me these keys and said to enjoy. He kissed you goodbye this morning while you were asleep.” I pouted. I didn’t get to see my Dad, but at least he trusts us with a spare key to the beach house! Oh, this’ll be fun.
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She is Love
Comédie-C o m p l e t e d- Friendship should all be about trust, right? Wrong. Or that's how Farah feels nowadays in her recent and old relationships. But by her getting caught up in her own world of recent relationships, she must rely on her old ones as w...
