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"Why did you just do that?" I yell, running the back of my hand across my lips in disgust.
"You wouldn't shut up!" Kaleb yells back at me, a smug look crosses his face. "But don't act like it wasn't...
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KALE'S POV
Song: Song #3 by Stone Sour
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How did I let this happen?
How did I stand there and let this turn into a mess?
I got scared, that's what happened. I got scared and reverted back to the person I was before Greer Evans. I panicked under the weight of the emotions. I caved and I made things worse.
I kissed her.
My fists crashes into the wall by my head, splintering the dry wall. My knuckles scream in protest, but the pain feels real when nothing else does.
"Kay?" A little voice interrupts my torment.
I spin around fast, trying to control my anger. I never wanted Sofia to see me like this.
"Kay, what's wrong?" She says in a sleepy voice. She's holding her stuff rabbit in one hand, clutching it tight to her chest. I got her that rabbit. Her big, brown eyes take in the blood at my knuckles and I try to hide it from her. "What happened?"
I clear my throat and step towards her, "Nothing, scimmia. It's fine."
"Why are you bleeding?" She points her free hand to my wounds.
"I had an accident." I say quickly, ushering her out of my room before she sees the whole I made in my wall.
She says nothing as I tuck her back into her bed and wrap the bedspread tight around her. She smiles up at me. Her hands snake out from under the comforter and smoosh my cheeks between her tiny hands. "I love you, Kay."
I clear the lump that's formed in my throat and smile down at her, "I love you to, scimmia."
I leave her room, my knees feeling wobbly under the pressure. My back hits the wall and I slide down until I'm seated on the floor. My mind is reeling with unwanted thoughts. I can't get Greer's face out of my brain. I can't stop hearing the words we screamed at each other.
When I imagined kissing Greer Evans, it hadn't gone down like that at all.
I hear the front door opening. Irene must be home. I don't move. She comes up the stairs and stops. Her eyes study me and then the blood on my knuckles. She barely reacts. Irene is a pro at dealing with my outbursts. This isn't the first time she's had to deal with my busted knuckles.
She kneels in front of me, placing her steady hands on my knees, "What happened this time?"
I run my shaky hands across my face and take in an unsteady breath, "I made a mess of things, Irene."
"It's nothing you can't fix." She reassures me.
I shake my head quickly, "No. I can't fix it this time."
