Wicked Love 2 (Kyle Kuzma)

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Wednesday, June 26th, 2019

Kyle 🏀

There's not a day that goes by where I'm not thinking about her being with him. And it's really killing me that I haven't said anything yet. I need to  get some things off my chest first.

"Kat?" I say.

"Yes baby?" Katya replies.

"Can we talk?" I say.

"Yeah. Sure." She said.

She sat down on the couch beside me. I sigh, grabbing her hand.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I've been doing some serious thinking lately." I say.

She nods.

"And I noticed that I've been in a lot of denial with myself, even though everyone has been telling me the exact same thing. Not too long ago I realized...they were right. All of them." I say.

She looked down at our intertwined hands.

"What are you saying?" She asked.

I take a deep breath.

"I think I still have feelings for Ariana." I say.

It goes silent for a while. Neither of us talking. Then she finally speaks.

"How long have you been feeling like this?" She asked.

I shrug, not really knowing how to answer at first. But something comes to mind soon.

"6 weeks...probably more." I say.

She breaths deeply, more silence to follow.

"What made you start thinking this?" She said.

"Since she explained how she was tired of me giving her a hard time. Every word she said since then...still hasn't left me." I say.

She bit her lip, looking around for a while. She then chuckled, but it was out of anger.

"I knew it. I just knew something like this would happen. I didn't want it to, but it did. Ever since we were at Zo's place, your whole demeanor has changed. And if I didn't notice it then, I damn sure noticed it after you posted that picture on IG quoting Drake's lyrics." She said.

I purse my lips as she slowly shakes her head at me.

"If I had knew it was actually going to happen, I would've just stayed with him in Denver." She mumbled.

I furrow my eyebrows.

Who the hell is she talking about?

"Him? Who's him?" I ask.

Her eyes widen in realization.

"Nobody." She said, standing up from the couch immediately.

I grabbed her arm before she could walk away.

"Who?" I ask.

She turned around to look at me.

"Nobody Kyle. Let it go." She said, loosening her arm from my grip and walking away.

I was angry now. I stood up, following behind her.

"Who Katya?" I say, raising my voice a little more.

She didn't answer automatically. She looked at me for a second, then looked down.

"Jamal Murray." She mumbled.