Blunt | Chapter 16

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Lunch during the same day was worse.

Silence was present, but I really wanted to talk with him. I just feel so horrible... like a burden.

He hates me. I know he does. It's not fair in the slightest.

But, surprisingly, I spoke without knowing it. "I like you, Keith. I know you like me back."

Shut up.

Keith didn't respond, but I know he wanted to.

"Just admit it. Just tell me you like me back. Please? So I can finally feel something other than pain." I practically beg. "Please." I almost demand.

"Fine. I like you, Lance. I have ever since you and I met on that dreaded rooftop." He snaps roughly. I gave no reaction.

"Even when you were with Taylor?"

"I was in denial." He quickly spoke, giving me almost death glare.

I can't help feel the tension in the room, making me feel a little sick, but I ignore it. "Am I still not ready?" I ask, meaning am I not ready for a boyfriend.

"I..." Keith calms down dramatically. "I still don't think you are... but- you said it yourself." He smiled. That damned fucking smile. "You said you need to be loved, and I've been ignoring that." He stands up, still staring me down.

I feel nervous, and I don't know why.

"Lance McClain, will you go out with me?" He asks.

That officially kills me. I know he means it too.

"Of course..." I smile back.

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