He's a Fighter & I'm a Runner

NINETEEN

He led me to his couch and sat me down. He left for a moment, leaving me wondering where he was going. My thoughts were answered when he came back with a glass of water.

"Thank you." I whispered before drinking about half of it.

He sat down next to me on the couch and put a supporting hand on the small of my back. I inhaled and began. Here goes nothing.

"Do you remember what you figured out about me?"

"Yes. Your mom and Dave Albright."

I took a deep breath. "What I didn't tell you is that it was my fault—"

"It wasn't your faul—"

"No." I cut him off before he could finish. "It was."

I looked up to his eyes to see his soft gaze. I briefly wondered what he was going to think of me once I told him the truth, but the thought fled my mind when I started my story.

"When I was in my freshman year, I met a guy named Kyle. We started talking, and by sophomore year, we were friends."

He so did not just do that! I dropped my jaw and stared wide-eyed at the boy who splattered blue paint all over my painting of autumn.

"You just ruined my painting!"

"It's better now. Blue is my favorite color you know." He smirked.

"Well, red is mine!" I yelled before taking some red paint and spattering it on his painting of a lake. Then, I stuck my tongue out like a child.

"During junior year, we went to each other's houses often. When I went over to his house, my mother would always tag along since my dad was usually on flights, and when Kyle would come over, his father, Dave Albright, would come over as well."

"Mom! I'm heading over to Kyle's." I yelled.

"Hold on a moment! I'm almost done getting ready!" She yelled back.

Once I saw her rushing to the door to catch up to me, I spoke again. "You know, you don't have to come with me every time I go to his house. You never come with me when I go to Anna or Charlie's places."

"Their parents are no fun. I like spending time with Dave." I gave her a suspicious look but told myself that she loves my father and wouldn't do anything to jeopardize what they have.

Sometimes it was felt off though. She dressed up, she put on make up, she laughed, she wore high heels all to see Dave. Something felt off, but I didn't want to think about it.

Maybe she just wants to make a good impression...as friends.

"The more we hung out, the more suspicious I grew of our parents' relationship. I was so focused on it that I didn't notice Kyle's feeling toward me, and after that, it all came crashing down."

He stared at me for a moment, making me wonder what he was thinking about. He suddenly got up and climbed onto the bed I was sitting on and took a place next to me.

"Lila," He started as he placed a hand on my thigh. What is he doing? My heart started to pound in my chest as his hand started to move under my skirt.

"Kyle!" I yelped and backed away.

He grabbed my hips and slid me forward. My back hit the bed, and I let out a squeal.

He climbed over so he was straddling me. I raised my hands to push him away, but he just caught them and held them over my head.

"Lila, come on. Don't you feel this? I can't get you out of my mind. All I think about is you, and all I want is to be with you. Don't you feel the same way?" He whispered as he lowered his head to the crook of my neck. He placed a chaste kiss on my jaw and placed more kisses trailing from my jaw to my collarbone.