I watch Kayla laugh in Dominic's arms. Her head tilting back, her lips wide. His fingers splayed across her body. I'm done. I ignore the sudden rush of fury and push everything from my mind. I stand up and kick the dirt a bit as I walk to the edge of the bleachers.
"Pretty Boy, where are you going?" I don't look back to find her face.
"Somewhere," I answer.
"Well gee, you could've just told me it wasn't my business."
"It's none of your business, Kayla," I say. Then I duck under the metal and walk away. I leave campus and make my way back to the apartment. The second I step through the door my phone buzzes from my back pocket. I sigh and tug the thing out of my pocket.
Hi Pretty Boy. I raise an eyebrow and throw myself onto the couch.
Aren't you in class?
Which is why I'm bored. I feel my lips twitch.
What do you expect me to do about it?
Don't know. But come with us tonight. I hesitate for half a second.
What are you doing?
Trespassing. I can't help the chuckle that escapes me.
Alright sure.
Really? Why is she so shocked?
Yes really, Good Girl.
Damn. I thought it was going to be a heck of a lot harder to convince you of that one. I shake my head and click off my phone. Then I haul myself off of the couch and into the kitchen. I pull out a Chinese take out box and pop it open. Instantly I gag. How long has this even been in here? I close the box and put it back on the shelf. I grab the milk instead. Closing the fridge door, I step back and head to the cabinet for my Coco Puffs and a bowl. I take my cereal and head back to the couch.
I take a seat and flick the television on. Mindlessly flipping through the channels until I come across some crappy romance movie. There's a couple on the screen with the sunset behind them and wind in their hair. Before I have the chance to breath again they are kissing and I'm rolling my eyes. It's pathetic.
I flip the channel again and take a bite of my cereal. Eventually I settle on St. Elmo's Fire simply because there's nothing better on. But it's not a horrible decision. The movie isn't half bad. And oddly enough I sort of understand it.
As the credits roll, the door opens and I look over the back of the couch to find Ryder walking through the door. I salute him and grab my bowl from the floor, where I had set it halfway through the movie. I head over to the kitchen and start washing the bowl. Ryder leans against the counter.
"You coming trespassing with us?" I nod.
"Yeah apparently." I dry off the bowl and Ryder doesn't leave. I slide the bowl back into the cabinet. "Can I help you with something?" I ask slightly ticked off and nothing in particular. He pushes himself off the counter top and shakes his head.
"Nah, forget it." He hits the counter top a couple times then turns and walks down the hall. I stare after him as he disappears into his bedroom. Eventually I shake my head and wander into my own bedroom. I flop down onto my bed and tug my phone back out, checking for messages. There's nothing. I sigh and click the screen off. Then I settle my head on my arm and close my eyes for half an instant.
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Bad Boys
Teen Fiction{COMPLETED} Kyle was just Kyle. No last name, no family, no past. It was simple that way. Or at least it was easier than being Daniel, who cared too much to be anything but a coward. Kyle got decent cash from his side job, flunked classes on purpose...
