I rev the engine of my bike one last time as I turn down the street. And when I pull up in front of the drive, I catch a glimpse of Kayla sitting cross-legged in the yard. She jumps up as I turn off the engine. I tug off the helmet, then I kick the kick stand down and swing my leg off. Kayla is already at my side.
"Hey Pretty Boy," she drawls. I quirk a smile.
"Hey Good Girl," I answer. Something flickers across her face but she reaches up and grabs my collar to plant her lips on mine before I get the chance to think things through. My helmet clatters to the cement and I'd probably worry about it if her tongue wasn't pressing against mine. She pulls back and grins wildly at me. I blink like an idiot. My tongue snakes out to lick the taste of her off my lips.
"Come on, I need your help with something," she says. I just nod and pick my helmet off the ground. I catch a glimpse of a scratch, but don't bother to care as I toss it into the seat. Kayla grabs my hand and tugs me after her. We walk into the house and Kayla lets the door bang shut behind me.
"Is-" I start.
"He's not here," Kayla answers quickly as she walks over to a cabinet. She opens it then looks up and backs away, still gripping my hand. I half expect her to tell me there's a jar of lollipops up there. "Alright sixth shelf, grab a bottle."
"What?" I mutter my mind still several paces behind her.
"My foster father," she says spitting out the word, "keeps his good liquor up there. And we are stealing a bottle."
"But why?" I question. Kayla rolls her eyes at me.
"To spite him and catch a buzz." I release her hand to push my hair back. Then, with a sigh, I reach up and grab the first bottle my fingers touch. I pull it down and read the label.
"Half a bottle of Fireball it is," I announce. Kayla grins and grabs the bottle. She closes the cabinet with her hip then leaves the kitchen. I follow her up the stairs and into her room. She closes the door then looks to her bed. I walk over to it and take a seat, but Kayla hurries to sit on the ground as she twists off the cap. She takes a swig and screws up her face.
"Holy shit, they aren't kidding about the fire part," she says. I bark out a laugh and stand back up. I walk over and take a seat on the ground next to her.
"Some people actually think before they name things," I tell her as I grab the bottle and take a swig, barely blinking as the flames slide down my throat.
"I don't think anybody really thinks about anything." I raise an eyebrow but pass the bottle over to her. My eyes drift around the room before landing on a blanket and pillow on the floor by her closet. And next to them is a rolled up bundle that I'm pretty sure is my sweatshirt. I stare at the three objects but don't open my lips to say anything.
"Drink," Kayla says. I whip my head back towards her. Then I cock my head to the right and furrow my eyebrows. She raises the bottle to my lips, the rim of it exposing some of my teeth. I lean back slightly and look at her, only to find that her eyes have suddenly gone cold. I ease the bottle from her grasp and take a swig. But I don't allow myself to look away from her as she stares me down. I pass the bottle back and she takes another drink. And then she leans forward and places her hand on my thigh. My throat turns to sawdust as she kisses me again.
Her lips slamming into mine like she's mad. I grab her waist with one hand and the bottle with my other. This time it's my tongue seeking entrance to her lips. She lets me in without a fight. But it doesn't take her long to pull back again. I bring the bottle to my lips and take a drink.
"Why do you keep doing that?" I breathe.
"Doing what?" She blinks up at me innocently. "Kissing you?"
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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...
