Opposites Attract

Um...

(Krystianna's POV)

Jonas left, and I closed the front door.

We almost kissed, I thought to myself.

I turned around, and saw Bryce at the top of the stairs. I looked down, and my cheeks started getting hot.

"Sooo...um...", He said. He didn't finish his sentence. He put his hands in his pockets and came down the stairs.

"Um, yeah, this is...awkward.", I chuckled, awkwardly.

He chuckled, too, then scratched his head. "Yeah. Yeah, it is."

I looked down and blushed a little.

"Yeah, um...let's forget this ever happened, alright?", He said.

My smile went away.

"Huh?", I asked.

"What happened up there.", He pointed at the ceiling, "Just forget it ever happened."

"Um, yeah...sure." I felt kinda...salty.

I don't know why.

I don't have feelings for him, so why would I feel a certain way about what he said?

I DON'T have feelings for him...right?

Right. Of course not.

"Cool. See ya later.", He said, walking out the door.

"Oh...ok.", I said, slowly. He closed the door, and I went upstairs.

-

(Bryce's POV)

I walked out of Krystianna's house. I looked back.

I was bogus as hell for saying that, but I don't wanna hurt her.

Hurt her? How would I even do that, when I don't even have feelings for her?

...Do I?

No, of course, I don't. I'm Bryce Jones. I don't catch feelings. I did one time, and it didn't work out.

So, I'll never catch feelings again.

Never again...

I'm not goin' through that sh*t again.

"Come on, Bryce. Get yo sh*t together.", I said to myself. "You don't f**kin' have feelings for her."

The way she looked when I told her that...her smile just...disappeared.

I shook the thought out of my head,  got in the car and drove off.

-

I sat on my bed and laid back. I looked up at the ceiling.

"Bryce, are you even listening, dude?"

"Huh?", I asked, sitting up.

Isaiah was staring at me with his arms crossed.

"What you say, n***a?"

He rolled his eyes, then said, "I said, and I quote, 'I already invited everybody and now all I need is my birthday 'fit.'. N***a, you really gotta start listening."

Dom chuckled and shook his head. He looked down at his phone.

"Who you textin'?", I asked, smirking.

He looked up, and smiled. "Love."

I nodded, got up, and grabbed my keys off my dresser. The guys got up and followed me out the door.