My Saviour

(27) 'You talk too much.'

Chapter 27- Kayla’s POV

My puffy eyes opened as I sat up and a yawn escaped my mouth. I barely slept last night; I couldn’t forget Kian’s face yesterday as I left. He looked so hurt and broken. I almost believed everything that left his mouth. I almost fell for it.

Kian can’t like me. He’s just playing with me. I should never have trusted him. Someone like him just can’t like someone like me. It’s just- arghh!

I stood up and went to the bathroom which was attached to my room and had a long shower. Once I was done I got dressed leaving my hair to dry naturally. I should go see Cole. He was extremely pissed yesterday.

I opened the door and was surprised when I saw Kian lying down on the floor asleep. He stayed here the whole night. His face looked so peaceful like he had no worry in the world. I bent down and pushed his hair back. I couldn’t help but feel guilty. I was the reason he stayed here on the cold floor all night. I felt like such a bitch. If only I had just listened to him, maybe he actually had a valid excuse.

Maybe, just maybe he actually does like me and isn’t playing with my feelings.

That last thought made my heart flutter. Me and Kian together as a couple. I don’t know how or when I started liking Kian but I just did and now there’s no turning back.

I diverted my attention back to Kian lying on the floor. I can’t just let him stay there. I know I’m not strong enough to pick him up so I decided to drag him. This process would have been a whole lot easier if I was the guy and he was the girl. I grabbed his arms hoping he wouldn’t wake up. I started slowly dragging him in the room.

I could see him stirring but he wasn’t awake thankfully. Once he was in the room I went back to close the door. If anyone saw me dragging him they would think I’m going to kidnap him or something.

I turned around to go back to Kian but my leg got caught on something and I fell face first right on top of Kian! Well shit.

“This is a nice way to wake up.” Kian mumbled with his hands on my waist and his eyes wide open.

“I-I-I was trying to put you on the bed. The floor didn’t seem very comfortable but now I wish I had just left you there.” I growled as I tried getting off him but his hands kept pulling me back down. Every attempt I made to escape his arms he only held me tighter which meant the space between us decreased.

“Let me go!” I tried making as much distance as I could between our faces. I tried not making eye contact with him because I knew I would just give in and kiss the living shit out of him. It was so hard enough trying to ignore all the sparks wherever he touched me.

Out of everyone I could fall for I had to fall for this idiot!

“Stop staring at me like that.” I finally gave in and let my eyes meet his.

“Like what?” He smirked. That cheeky bastard knew exactly what I was talking about.

“You know what I’m talking about. You’re staring at me like you’re reading me and you know everything about me but you don’t! You don’t know anything.”

“You think I know nothing about you?” Kian challenged.

“I know you know nothing about me.”

“I know that your all time favourite song is Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana even though you tell everyone else that it’s Cry Me A River.” My eyes widened. What? How the hell does he know that’s my favourite song. I’ve never once told him that.

“Nope, you’re wrong.” I lied faking a smile.

“You’re lying, you’re playing with your shirt.” I looked down to see my hand gripping my shirt without me even realizing. Noticing that his grip on my waist had gone a little loose I took the chance to escape.