I don't move. I stand there, glaring at Dominic as he glares back. The two of us haven't left the hallway. It doesn't look like we intend to either. He shifts his weight. I only glare harder.
"Kyle," he says lowly. The first words in the last fifteen minutes.
"Dominic," I answer. Footsteps sound down the hall but I refuse to glance in their direction.
"Seriously, you two are still out here? Two cigarettes guys, two. Get over yourselves and get your asses to that warehouse." I flick my eyes away from Dominic for the seconds it takes Bash to step between us. He unlocks the door and steps inside. My eyes move back to Dominic but the door doesn't fall shut. "Jax bought you an extra hour by convincing her to get ice cream," Bash continues. The door falls shut then. Dominic and I still stare each other down. I refuse to break first. Dominic lasts a minute.
"Alright fine, are you driving or am I?"
"I am," I snap. He tosses me the keys and turns around without another word. We leave through the back door and I climb in behind the wheel. I fire up the engine before the door even opens, but I don't leave the lot. "The faster we get there the faster we get back," I say. From the corner of my eye I watch Dominic nod. I turn the car around and pull out of the back lot before barreling down the mostly vacant road. The car remains deathly silent with barely enough room for us to breathe. I hear Dominic shift and then the radio clicks on.
"I'm not sitting in silence," he says.
"Alright," I answer, refusing to let my voice acknowledge any emotion. I slow down for a red light.
"Why'd she choose you anyways?" Dominic snaps.
I blink. "What?" I say before I get the chance to gather my thoughts.
"Kayla," Dominic grinds out.
"Probably because she watched you fuck other girls."
"She said it was fine."
"And you believed her?' I spit.
"Yes. No. Who the hell knows." The light turns green and I roll forward. I wait, for something else. Anything else. I get nothing. I pull up in front of the empty warehouse I know too well. I cut the engine, but Dominic doesn't move.
"I'm only here in case things go south," I state.
"I know." Still he doesn't move.
"Well?" He opens the door and walks up to the doors I watch as he knocks. The door slides open and he steps inside. I lean back into the seat, drumming my fingers against the steering wheel. My eyes flick to the dash and the blank space where the clock would be, if the engine was running. I pull my gaze across the rest of the dash than up to the windshield. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I wait a beat then dig it out. La La.
Hi. I click the screen off and shove the phone hastily back into my pocket. I look back to the warehouse, knowing I'm wasting away out here. Dominic comes back through the door with a black bag in hand. He opens the back door and tosses is in, before climbing in the front seat. I shove the key into the ignition. The radio comes on instantly. I just back the car out and move down the street. We make it back to the apartment in one piece. Yet even as I turn the car off neither one of us moves.
"I'm not stupid," Dominic states. "She chose you before she even let me fool around." He climbs out of the car, stopping by the back seat to retrieve the bag. I look straight ahead, not daring to say a word. I toy with the keys in my hand for a minute before I climb out of the car and lock the doors. I move up the stairs and into the apartment. Slowing down only to toss the keys onto the counter, I head to the couch.
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Bad Boys
Ficção Adolescente{COMPLETED} Kyle was just Kyle. No last name, no family, no past. It was simple that way. Or at least it was easier than being Daniel, who cared too much to be anything but a coward. Kyle got decent cash from his side job, flunked classes on purpose...
