Kaydence in the Media
I sat on the bleachers and tried to pretend I didn't feel him staring at me. He did this every time we were in the same room and it made me self-conscious. I barely registered what Jasmine was saying to me.
"You need to give him a chance Kaydence, the way he's staring at you is cute as fuck."
So much for pretending I didn't notice it.
"Yeah, cute. Not in the least bit creepy at all," I remarked, my voice laced with sarcasm.
Kayla came and sat down beside us on the bleachers. "Seriously if he stares any harder he'll burn a hole in the side of your damn head. He needs to concentrate on the game and not you."
My two best friends had two very different opinions when it came to Trey Edwards' interest in me. Jasmine thought it was the cutest thing in the world and that I should give him a shot. Kayla thought that he should take a hint and move on and find interest in somebody else. What I didn't share with my two dearest friends is that he already had a girlfriend at a different school. This fact made me weary to give him a shot because if he had a girlfriend and still so easily flirted with me, then how would he act if I was his girlfriend?
My best friends' two different opinions already confused the fuck outta me, adding this tidbit of information to the equation would do more harm than good.
When the volleyball flew over the net towards him he finally lifted his eyes from me long enough to hit the ball back over the net quickly.
"Why do you dislike him so much?" Jasmine questioned Kayla. We'd asked her that question a million times and always got the same answer.
"His presence just pisses me off," she countered. It was the most we ever got from her. If it ran deeper than that then we didn't know.
I watched the boys play volleyball with much interest. Most of them had their shirts off showing off their sweaty, hard, muscular chests.
Not that I was staring much.
But interestingly enough, Trey didn't have his shirt off. He never took his shirt off and it made me curious as to why. You could clearly tell, by how the fabric of his t-shirts clung to him, that he had a very fit body.
I noticed that I wasn't the only girl who noticed this because most of the other 12th grade girls were checking him out also. I refused to acknowledge how that thought sent a pang of jealousy through me.
Coach Roy blew the whistle signaling the end of the period. I got up from the bench followed by Kayla and Jasmine. We walked out of the gym towards the locker room to change. I glanced behind me to look for Trey but couldn't spot him.
My best friend Trent came up behind me and Jasmine and threw his arms around our shoulders.
"Trent go bother somebody else. You must love Kaydence?" she yelled irritably at him. Kayla wasn't too supportive when it came to my friendship with Trent. She didn't understand how we could be such the best of friends. Our relationship just came naturally.
But, it was aggravating as fuck how people assumed we were a couple or had feelings for each other.
Sometimes I could feel that vibe coming from Trent like he wanted more, but he never acted on it. Probably because he was my best friend and Trey's too, and almost everybody knew how Trey felt about me.
"Why would I love her? She gay." he shot back teasingly with a smirk.
Kayla came over wrapping her arms around my shoulders pulling me away from Trent and shot back, "Yup, she my bitch and you can't have her."
I laughed, amused by the little game we played, as if we actually dated.
A shiver ran down my spine as I felt a pair of eyes trained on me from across the hallway. I turned and my eyes were met by the blue depths of Trey's eyes. He was staring directly at me, and didn't seem put off since he was caught staring.
I hurried into the locker room so I could change and get to my next period.
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