one sin.

50) Beware of Tuesdays

All good things come to an end. The bliss. The romance. I swear it.

I mean- the further we get from the competition, the easier it was to push it from my mind. Day by day it seemed I had more reasons not to mention the kiss to Layne. I didn't want Wren. And Wren couldn't have me. I wasn't keeping a secret-- I was protecting her--- Layne, I mean. I swear it.

So instead, I wish for more days like the first day I was back. I want more memories of us to replace the ones of me and Wren. And more memories of us to replace the ones of me being a shit head. And Monday is a day like that. 

But Tuesday?

I don't know how. But she knows. I can tell immediately when she gets into my truck Monday that the playful vibe from yesterday is gone. "Hey," I lean over to kiss her and she just excepts it, not kissing me back, but not pulling away either.

"Something wrong?" I ask, searching her eyes. 

She shakes her head, "Nope."

I reach for her hand and she allows me to take it, although it's limp in my own. She plugs up her phone and takes over DJ.

"Don't, don't play with her, don't be dishonest
Still not understandin' this logic
I'm back and I'm better
I want you bad as ever
Don't let me just let up
I wanna give you better ...."

It's just a song... Right?  I want to reason with myself, knowing that nothing is ever just a song with Layne. We speak to each other with music. "I didn't know you listened to Bryson Tiller," I comment. I hope she can't hear the fear in my voice like I can.

"I guess we don't know a lot of things about each other," she comments, staring out the window. I remember when she used to watch me. It was about three days ago before that fucking trip.

"Have you eaten today?" I ask. She shakes her head 'no.' I pull into a Tacobell, ordering for the both of us. I hand over her food, but she doesn't touch it.

"Are you sure you're alright, Baby?" I question again.

"I'm fine," she snaps, "Should something be wrong with me, Kaylie Jane?"

"No ma'am," I retreat, "I'm just checking on my girl. Because I love you."

She makes a scoff noise and we continue cautiously to tech. It starts to rain a bit on our way there. Not even the sun is sticking around for how badly this is gonna end.

***

I so badly wanted to never tell Layne. I wanted her to never find out. I wanted nothing but for her to believe I was as good a girlfriend as she wanted me to believe.

But when she's feeding bricks to your wannabe-sidepiece in the school's parking lot-- Well shit, there's confessions to be made then.

But, after a whole two hours of me avoiding Wren and Wren seeking me out? It wasn't a surprise that tensions had peaked. We both knew that Layne was watching. And at least I knew that Layne had a temper. An un-consented game of Marco Polo gone wrong.

I have about a ten second delay from Wren telling me 'bye' to Layne deciding now's the time for reckoning. One second she's at my side, next she's vaulting across cars, with a fresh delivery of these hands for Wren Davis.

Belatedly, I realize what's happening. "Layne!" I pull her off of Wren, with Lori and Nik run up to get her up.

"I fucking hate you!" Layne screams, although I don't know who it's directed at specifically. Wren sits up and smirks, like the absolute sociopath she is.

"Layne what the fuck?" Lori questions, then looks at me, "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything," I force Layne into my truck, locking it, "Stay there."