Skater Girl

Skater Girl ~ 13

.:Skater Girl:. Part 13

Shock was an emotion that didn’t even begin to describe what I was feeling.

I looked into Kyle’s eyes but one look into them and I knew that he was telling the truth, there was no way that I could try and argue with him. He had given it up.

I couldn’t stop the tears from spilling over. I felt them, wet on my dry cheeks trailing down all the way down to my cheeks and then onto my lap.

Kyle was starring at my face. He looked almost, pained, as if he wanted to tell me something but for some reason he just couldn’t.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t talk. I just sat on the couch and listened. Listened to my friends continue on with their game.

“Never have I ever lied to a best friend,” I heard Allie say.

I stayed in the same spot, besides I never have lied to Kyle. Unless you count after I had that dream that I still can’t really stop thinking about.

I saw Kyle put a finger down.

Tears sprung to my eyes. Kyle had always told me that I was his best friend, why would he have lied to me. What could he have lied to me about? Could it have been about Bells?

I didn’t stay to find out. I moved my aching muscles off the couch and as quickly as I could, I made my way into my bedroom in the large suite and before anyone could follow me, I locked the door, shutting out everyone. Everyone including Kyle.

With tears streaming down my face I looked around the room and saw that Bells had lifted her head and she was looking at me through big, sleepy eyes.

“Mommy?”

“Don’t worry Bells,” I managed to sob out, “mommy okay.”

She nodded her innocent little head and laid back down on the pillow that Kyle had probably set her down on since she doesn’t move much while sleeping.

I walked into the en-suite and peeled my clothes off since I had skated in them for a good hour and dropped them on the floor, too tired to even move them and stepped into the shower, setting the water to as hot as it could go and then I just stood there, letting the scorching water run down my back and sides until all I could feel was white-hot pain.

After several minutes of almost burning my back, I stepped out of the steaming shower and let the cool air of the bathroom pierce my skin like prickles of ice in the winter.

I wrapped a towel around my body and stepped out of the bathroom to see that Kyle was sitting on the bed and was starring straight at the bathroom door. He didn’t even appear to be blinking.

I didn’t say a word to him. I didn’t even do as much as to glance at him. I just completely ignored him and walked to my duffel bag and got out a pair of basketball shorts and an oversized shirt that most likely belonged to Kyle and instead of walking back into the bathroom to change I stripped the towel off and began to dress in front of Kyle’s eyes.

‘Why not?’ my mind whispered to me, he’s probably done this with loads of girls anyways since he’s not the guy that I thought he was.

Once I finished getting dressed I did a 360 twist and came face to face with Kyle who was standing so close to me I wondered how I hadn’t noticed he had stood up. His eyes looked pained like he wanted to do or say something but just couldn’t so before he could even say anything, I walked away from him and sat down on the bed.

When I was younger I used to plug my earphones into my ears the second I laid on the bed so that I could fall asleep listening to whatever melody was streaming into my ears but ever since sophomore year I haven’t been able to do that. Not since I had Isabella.

I set my phone down on the nightstand not bothering to even set it to charge since I probably wouldn’t be calling anyone anytime soon since all my friends were with me and I laid my head back and fell onto the pillow.

I felt the bed sink a little around me and when I opened my eyes I came face to face with Kyle who was lying on the bed beside me starring at me.

“I’m sorry,” I heard him whisper.

When I didn’t answer he continued on, “You’re my best friend K, and I didn’t tell you about this because I didn’t think that it would be helpful and I didn’t want you to get hurt so I decided not to tell you. I’m sorry.”

“When?” was all that was able to come out of my mouth.

“Once. In freshman year,” My head snapped to look at him intensely and he starred right back.

“What are you talking about?”

“The party we went to freshman year when you got pregnant, I guess were more alike than anyone can really see."

My head slightly bobbed when I began to think of the possibilities that came with the fact that I now knew that Kyle had given it up when I did, on the same night, at the same place. I couldn't help but think about my dream. My dream where I saw him and Isabella and I couldn't help but think that he could be her father and now that void that kept telling me to follow my instincts was more on edge than ever after finding this small little bit of information. One of which I can't even be sure is true.

All I now knew is that Kyle isn't a virgin. I'm not a virgin and we had both given it up at the same place in time. I might be wrong but I couldn't help but think of Bells in all of this.

Kyle has always, from the moment he saw me leaning over that toilet freshman year, been there for me. Comforting me, helping me, and standing by my side but I never looked at is as more than just helping out his best friend. Then again, he treated Bells almost as if he was his own and he has always been there for her, even more than he's been there for me.

Ever since Bells started calling him daddy it's almost as if he gets a smile on his face and he lights up when she calls him that but I never would have realized for what reasons.

I stood there for a good two minutes internally debating with myself weather there was even the slightest possibility that Bells could be Kyle's daughter  and every thought in my head pointed that yes, there was a major possibility but I couldn't just straight out ask him, so I kept starring at him.

After several minutes my mouth became dry and I heard Kyle gently ask me, "Kylie, please tell me what you’re thinking?"

"Do you know who she is?"

I looked up into his face and his eyes became hard. His gaze dropped down and he broke eye contact, while gently nodding his head.

My breath caught in my throat as I wondered what he'd say if I asked him who it was.

"Who was it?"

He looked up suddenly and his eyes were cold. He had never glared at me but I think that was exactly what he was doing now. Then his eyes began to register who he was looking at.

I saw his eyes soften and his lips quiver as he said, almost sadly, "Kylie. If I tell you you'll probably hate me forever. I need to find the right time and place to do that, and today, here, just isn't that time and place. Please understand that."

My mood fell as I realized that he probably wasn't going to give in and tell me so I turned my head so that it was facing the ceiling of our room in the suite and I closed my eyes.

Before tears could escape my eyes, knowing that this is the first thing Kyle probably has ever kept from me, I let darkness consume me as I fell into a deep abyss. A dreamless sleep.

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hey people!!! well for one.. I spent all day watching Chace Crawford on Gossip Girl (I just started watching the show and holy mother of blue butt monkeys-- he and Jenny (season 2) they kissed and dan found out and now hes like 'Your brother found out and i have to stay away but i dont know if i want to' and Vanessa stole the letter and im just like "THAT BEOTCH" anyways apart from my rant about my oh-so-eventful summer day.... How's your day been? hahah... and I would love comments and likes or anything because I really like to know what people think of my stories

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-Bethy