High School: My perfect year (ON HOLD)

Chapter 12

Okayyy!!! I'll probably be uploading a LOT more during the summer, grad's next week! yayyy okay so yeah... big hugs to fluffshadow5543, for helping me out, and stuff... hehehe... the random things we chat about... and the dedication for this chapter is to... alabamarules! Merci mon amie! Tu est si fantastique!

ok... enjoy! xoxo- Kylie

Chapter 12

“Kylie…” Stacey said, sitting up and staring me in the eye. I sit up too, and look away. I gulp, purposefully not meeting her gaze. “Is everything okay? Did you and Xavier break up? Dad told me you had a ‘date’ with this guy named Trey… how did that go?” She launched question after question at me, smothering me with her incessant talking. “Okay…” I put my hand up to stop her babbling. “Everything isn’t ok… um, duh!” I say, giving her a look. “Second of all, yeah, Xavier and I broke up. He was a jerk, anyways.” I bite my lip while adding the last part. “Yeah, I always knew that. I just didn’t say anything, because, who am I to care about who my little sister dates?” Stacey tells me, surprising me.

I look away. Wow, she actually cares, for once! I think bitterly. “And what happened with Trey?” She asks gently, just to fill the awkward silence. “He was…” My voice cracks, then I start again, plowing ahead confidently. “He was a jerk too. Totally bipolar! He was all nice and sweet and caring to me, and then he just snaps!” I shake my head. Stacey sighs understandingly, then asks. “Well, did you do anything to piss him off?” I look at her in bewilderment.

“STACEY!” I yell. She gazes at me impassively, as if she expected my reaction all along. “You’re supposed to be supporting me, god dammit, not asking what the hell I did wrong!” She shrinks back this time, realizing her mistake. “Well, hey, if I knew the whole story, then maybe I could help you think of a solution.” She states. “Well, maybe I can think of a solution myself!” I growl. “Get out.” I point at the door. Defeated, she slumps then walks out of my room. I wait until I hear her walk down the stairs, then I lock the door for good measure.

“Stupid nosy siblings…” I mutter under my breath, beyond pissed. I stick in my earphones again and press play. I try to write a few lines in my so called diary, but give up after 5 minutes. I’m barely paying attention to what song is playing, but it suddenly registers in my mind. “Payphone” I mutter indignantly. “A.k.a. Stacey’s favorite song…” I roll my eyes, then stab the forward button until I’m happy with the song that plays. But of course, the songs on my Ipod, I’ve listened to at least a thousand times, so none of them really ‘speak’ to me, it you get what I’m saying. I give up on finding songs that I like, and put my Ipod in the charging dock. I slide into my cotton tank top and shorts, and climb into bed. I’m about to slip into dreamland when… “KYLIE!!!!!”

My mom yells from downstairs, interrupting my somewhat almost peaceful transition into slumber. I sit up, grab my housecoat and fuzzy slippers, put them both on, and then yell back to her. “Yeah, mom?” I say, unlocking my door and running downstairs. “Kylie, I-“ Someone starts to say, then stops in mid-sentence, turning around to face me. My mouth is agape, and I must have look like an idiot in front of him, standing there with my eyes bugging out, still in my pajamas. “What the hell are you doing here, Trey? Bad timing, much?” It’s meant to come out as a joke, but my voice drops at the end, making it seem menacing and unwelcome. Not that he’s welcome or anything, especially not after what happened today. “Kylie.” My father warns me. “Watch your language.”

I scowl, not meeting anyone’s gaze. “Let me explain.” Trey says, looking at me earnestly. I bark a laugh, and am about to say something along the lines of ‘Why should I?! You’re the idiot that ruined everything!’ But clamp my mouth shut when my mom gives me a look. I hear the shuffling of feet from upstairs, and then out of the corner of my eye, see that Stacey and Jake had come out of their rooms to enjoy the show too. “Fine.” I say indignantly. “Meet me outside in 5, I’ll go get changed. In the meantime, get out.” I point to the front door and then smile menacingly as he leaves. “Glad I got rid of him.” I mutter to myself, ignoring my family’s shocked faces.

God knows what Trey told them! I sprint upstairs, skillfully avoiding my parent’s griping about how rude I was, and my sibling’s questions. I lock myself in my room again, and then get changed. Hey, I didn’t really want to do this, but a promise (or whatever, if you can even call that a promise) is a promise, right? I take off my pajamas, then pull on my bra, white tank top, light blue flow-y shirt, jean shorts, and flip flops. I grab my phone and slip it into my back pocket, just to be safe.

You never know what kind of creep pedophiles there are out there… I find myself thinking. Especially if they’re waiting right outside your door… I reach the entrance, then fling open the door. Before I leave, I cast one last glance at my family, gone back to their business, Stacey in her room chatting on the phone, Jake playing his video games, mom watching TV, and dad reading the newspaper. Same old, same old.

They never really did pay that much attention to the same subject. They never dwelled on things, thought through what had previously happened, then wished that they had said something wittier, or been nicer and more understanding. They didn't have regrets. Unlike yours truly. I wondered sometimes if I was adopted, for that single reason. Stacey never griped about things like that... Hmmm.

"Kylie." Trey starts, seeing me exit my front door. He walks to me, meeting me halfway down my driveway. He takes my hand, looking at me hopefully, thinking that maybe I'll actually let him hold my hand, but, boy, is he wrong! I snatch my hand away, glaring hormonally at him. "Don't touch me." I hiss. "Just get your stupid explanation over and done with, then don't talk to me ever again." He gulps at my hostile response, and pulls at the collar of his shirt. I roll my eyes, and mutter 'Pathetic.' His eyes dart over to me, not sure if I had said anything or not, and I slide my eyes away, taking in our surroundings. We have a pretty safe neighbourhood, no robbers or anything of the sort, yes, a few parties, but they wind down before 11 at night. It's pretty peaceful tonight, considering that's it's only 7pm. I probably could have stayed up a little later, but my plan was to go to bed early, and have a good rest... Until someone ruined it.

"So, um..." Trey says, bringing me out of my thoughts. "About this afternoon. I didn't mean to snap at you like that-" "Then why did you?!" I ask sharply, cutting him off abruptly. "Ex-excuse me?" Trey says, eyeing me carefully, scared out of his wits. I snort sarcastically. Good. The jerk should be afraid. "Then why did you?" I repeat, lowering my voice a little, speaking to him as if he was a 5 year old. "I just...I really like you, rough day, and the thing with my mom, it was really emotional..." He babbles pointlessly, his eyes begging with me to help him out. "Trey, look, okay?" He stops talking immediately, the relief on his face suggesting that I'm supposedly helping him out. More like the opposite. "If you really did like me, then you wouldn't be acting this way." I pause, seeing if he takes the bait. He does. "But I showed up at your house."

I snort. "Big deal, Trey!" I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "Any guy could've done that!" I point out."Second, if you had a rough day, then you most certainly shouldn't be taking it out on me. Get some anger management classes then, the next time that you feel that you're going to blow up at someone." He starts to respond, but I hold a hand up to silence him. "And lastly, well, I understand that your mom died and all that shit, but still. That was four years ago! Get over it already!" There's a sarcastic bite to my voice, a sharp edge. Suddenly I'm awfully aware of how heartless I sound, how desperate, how pathetic. But he deserves it, doesn't he? An hour ago, I would've agreed, that, yes, he deserves it, in a hearbeat, but now... Now I'm not so sure. "You're heartless." He whispers quietly, shaking his head, echoing my thoughts."You're a good-for-nothing waste of my time." I stare at him, speechless, tears filling my eyes. That's it. I'm sick of this guy, and it hasn't even been a full day yet! Wow, and I thought that maybe, someday, in the distant future, he would propose to me, and then we'd live in a house on the beach... He's totally right. I am pathetic. I don't know how to respond to this. For the first time in many years, I'm speechless. Venom is spewing from his voice, his eyes cold and hard as ice. "Kylie, you're such a waste of time. No wonder Xavier broke up with you. No wonder no one can even stand you."

I stagger back a few steps, as if his words had just sent daggers through my heart. I turn around and run back into my house, bawling. I scamper back into my room, lock the door, and cry. I cry for Trey, for his mom, for our situation. I cry for how pathetic I'm being, how heartless my words were to him, and how bitchy I could actually be. I curled up into a ball, shuddering underneath the ice cold sheets. My hands were freezing, my body actually cold, despite the warm late summer breeze coming in through my window. I just wanted to get away. To get away from this animocity, this horrific life, and most of all... Myself.