"I told you, you would be mine."
I walked away from Kenya's class feeling like I landed on the holy cloud nine. Every time I look at her my heart races and no matter how hard I try to keep up my cliche "bad boy" reputation around her, my walls come crumbling down.
Her lips on mine, it was the best feeling in the world. Not like the skanks I slept with. Not like the skinny rich girls wanting a quick hook-up, which I obliged. No, It actually felt right. I was beginning to think she felt nothing towards me, but she was just good at hiding it.
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Her class was about to end and I am already outside her door.
I know her brother was trying to contact her, hence why she was always tearing up while reading her texts. I wanted to be there. Protect her. Make her mine.
I find her "best friend" bouncing towards me in the hallway. I jokingly say best friend by her ditzy and annoying nature. Like the kind of person your friends with because your parents expect you to get along and then they eat all your shit. Yeah. That type of friend.
She looks at me skeptically as I watch Kenya through the tall glass door. We sit in silence as we wait for the bell to ring. I notice her gaze on me and I can't really understand why.
"So you and Kenya? Was she one of your hook-ups?" She says in a flat, bored tone. Probably the least fake and bubbly expression I have ever seen her wear is on her face. I did not even know she could have a serious look, none the less icy tone.
"You two dating?"
Its my fault she acts like this.
I don't know how to respond. We kissed. She stayed at my house, in a guest room. We haven't even talked about it for gods sake! "I guess." It is honestly the best answer I could think of that represents our "situation." I really wish I could say yes.
"But your not together, are you?" Damn she saw right through me. I guess its normal.
She knows me better than most people...
"Why do you care?"
Without warning she pushes me against the lockers and puts her lips against mine, forcefully. I would never have expected Gwen of all people to like me in the slightest. After a little bit of time, the initial shock wares off. I push her away far to late.
I see the girl of my dreams, running to the school exit.
She pushes herself toward me once more, and I slap her on the cheek. Hard.
"How dare you?!" I say, shocked and my voice horse, from holding in tears.
"Its not like you don't sleep around. And your not dating her. Its not like you were going to stay faithful long. I was just doing Kenya a favor."
I back away. "You have no clue what you did. Your her best friend!" I exclaim.
The next words she says hits me like a truck on a highway filled with melted butter.
"And your the only other person she trusts. Now she hates us both! Have fun with that." And she stalks away.
You used to trust me.
I am left there in daze.
This is why I wish I was never a player. She won't believe this was and accident because of my reputation.
I screwed up.
And now she is gone.
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I am sorry I made you all think he was a dick last chapter!
I hope you all enjoyed!
Merry Christmas!
-Riley
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Ficção AdolescenteKenya Miller is the dream girl. Perfect hair and curves to complement and friendly, bubbly personality. But will her harsh past hold her back? Travis Woods is the hot-ass bad boy all the girls dream of being with. Stubborn and cold to all around him...
