Parts of Falling In Love

Teeth

Kristof

August 20, 2016

My knuckles kept rocketing down his face, crushing the thought of how he crawled his fingers on places he shouldn't. He wasn't fighting back anymore but I was angry, too angry to care if I could kill him or endanger myself. I had gone over my life expectancy anyway.

If you didn't grab my arm, I wouldn't be able to get a hold of myself. You yelled my name and told me to calm down.

I spat out blood in my mouth at that criminal and then let you yank me up to face you. My teeth clenched as I look at the fear and panic in your tearful eyes.

Sorry was all I could mutter. You sobbed and I just wrapped my arms around you.

You said you were fine but the inconsolable sobs you tried to suppress told me otherwise. The tears damping my shirt felt like knives, leaving pangs painful than any kind of pain I had ever gone through.

Dex, your stupid frat boyfriend walked in asking what obviously happened. You pulled away from me and ran to him, reminding me again how everything between us really have changed.

You told him about how his drunk, rapist, frat brother took advantage of you and how I was there to help you. He apologized for the fight you had a while ago and for not being there when you needed him to be. You hugged him and told him you were fine.

Then he thanked me and said that he would take care of it. I walked pass the two of you, hearing him promise not to leave you out of his sight again.

I hissed silently and rushed out of that filthy fraternity party I only attended to get the chance to talk to you. I thought I lost that chance but things turned around for me this morning.

The knocking on my door woke me up from my deep sleep. I grunted and was about to murder Tim inside my head for waking me up so early until I heard him shout "Bro, Katie's here!"

I jumped out of bed and opened the door quickly.

Tim stood there giving me a sheepish grin. "Friend my ass. You like her." He wiggled his brows.

"What?" I wrinkled my forehead, thinking he was pranking me again. "Is she here or not?"

"She told me what happened and she'll be here at ten," He said, handing me my phone which fell out of my weak grasp last night, when I tried to call you. "Found it on the doorstep, along with your bloody cotton balls. First week in college and you've already gotten into a fight huh." He shook his head in amusement, or disappointment, not sure. "I have an emergency meeting with my boss."

My brother is still an ass but he had been nothing but supportive most of the time. Before he went out, he raised his middle finger. "One, don't forget to take your meds." Then lifted his forefinger. "Two, stop with your bestfriend crap because you both obviously want to be more than that." And then raised his third finger. "And lastly, grow some balls. Ask her out already!"

"What are you talking about? She already has a boyfriend."

He sighed and shook his head again. "I didn't know your malfunctioning nerves made you dumb enough to see how, I can't believe I have to say this," he mumbled, raising his hand for emphasis, "You've fallen in love with her."

"Bro, with the number of girls I dated, you must know by now that I don't know how to do that falling in love crap you're talking about. Getting engaged really changed you huh," I said, patting his shoulder.

"You were YOLO-ing because you thought you were gonna die," He casually said and then slapped the back of my head.

I grunted. "Another point, she's better off with Dex, an older and healthier footy hunk who seems stupid but nice enough and good enough to make her happy for the rest of her life."

He did a face palm and gave me a ridiculed look. "You're whining like a lovesick pig and you don't even know it. Oh and, may I remind you, again? You're not sick. You're getting better day by day." He gripped my shoulders and looked me in the eye. "Understand?"

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After a few hours of pondering on what my brother said, you finally came. You greeted me with a frown and a blue pouch that says "first-aid kit". Forgetting that the bruise on the corner of my mouth had clotted, I tried to grin and ended up wincing.

Your giggle was enough to numb me from the spasming pain. "Why do people lose their teeth when they face you?" You asked, trying to sound serious. You told me about how that jerk I punched lost his tooth and he had a really hard time finishing his apology speech to you. It made you think I must have hurt my knuckles real bad so you decided to give me a visit.

"I'm happy to know you're worried about me but I kinda feel insulted that you think I can't take care of myself," I teased.

You took my hand and examined it. "Well, I knew you will never be able to tie a bandage properly." The toothy smile I've always wanted to see again flashed on your face.

While you were fixing my knuckles up, I broke the silence and asked you if we could still be like how we used to be. You sighed and finished tying the bandages first before you answered me.

"Kristof," You bit your lip and then spoke again, "I don't think we can still be best buddies but we can always start being friends again, right?"

I forced a smile in response. It was wrong for me to expect an answer like yes, we can still be like the inseparable swans or the bunny and carrot tandem but I kinda did.

And I can't believe I just wrote that.

Is that what Tim was talking about?

Am I really falling in love with you? Or have I already fallen for you?

I don't know.

All I know right now is that I want to rip off your boyfriend's head!

Tim just texted me asking me if your teeth had braces and if the Dex I was talking about had blonde hair. I asked why and he said he just met his boss's son. It happens to be Dex and Tim was pretty sure that Dex, that fucking douchebag, was hooking up with a hot nerd in their office.

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