Chapter Twenty
Kyle’s P.O.V.
When Coach Briggs yelled practice was over for today, I jogged back into the locker room. I was sweating bullets from our conditioning today.
After a quick shower, I put on my favorite pair of sweatpants. I remembered one time a few months ago, Farah came out of her room one night wearing these sweatpants. Even though they were too big on her, she would beam, and pull the waistband yelling, “I lost this much weight on Nutri System!”
I smiled at the memory while stuffing my jersey in my lacrosse team duffel bag. I headed to my Volvo, but stopped when I saw who was leaned up on the driver’s side door.
“What do you want?” I snapped.
Kristin smiled, “Can you tutor me for that stupid test we have tomorrow?” I sighed. I had a gut feeling I needed to help her…
“Sure. Whatever.” Kristin smirked, and moved out of my way to the car.
“I’ll be at your house in an hour.” She yelled over her shoulder as she strutted in that slutty skirt of hers to her group of friends.
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“This is so hard, Kyle.” Kristin whined. I was debating on saying, ‘That’s what she said,’ but I didn’t want her to laugh. Kristin is the last girl on Earth that I would want to think I’m flirting. So, I bit my tongue.
“Well, if you pay attention, maybe you can pass.” I offered. But we all know she’s dumber than a pile of bricks. Patrick or SpongeBob is smarter than her any day.
“But you’re so attractive, Kyle.” Kristin whispered, rubbing her hand on my knee, moving it upward. I rudely smacked her hand away, jumping up from the table chair.
“Stop it!” I snapped at her. “You know I’m with Farah now. Not with you. I love her, and I would never cheat on her with a girl like you.”
Kristin sucked in a long breath. She glanced over to the window, and stopped, smirking. “Well, If she loved you, then why is Marcus at her house right now?” She snapped right back.
I gasped, and looked out the window that she looking out. Sure enough, Marcus was at her house. Right then, he came smirking down her driveway, getting in his truck. Hurt flashed over me.
“I’m leaving.” Kristin muttered, grabbing her expensive looking bag.
“Laters, Whore.” I said, walking out behind her. She slammed the door in my face, as I opened my front door again.
I walked out onto the porch, and saw Farah on her porch as well. She had a scowl on her face as she watched Kristin pull out. Our eyes met, and we speed-walked to each other, meeting halfway.
“How dare you have Kristin at your house…alone!” Farah yelled poking me in the chest. She’s so hot when she’s mad, it’s cute.
“How dare you have Marcus at your house…alone!” I yelled right back.
“Ugh! How can I trust Kristin with you?”
“How can I trust Marcus with you?” I asked.
Farah looked like she was about to punch me. “Stop answering my questions with another question!” She screamed, pushing me.
“Go ahead, if you need to really punch me, or hit me. Just go ahead and do it.” I told her kindly.
She busted out in tears, throwing her arms up. “I trusted you.” After that, Farah stalked off, leaving me in her driveway.
“I didn’t do anything.” I whispered into the air.
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She is Love
Humor-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...
