Ryder's POV
I slide the ice cream slightly down the counter to Kayla's hands beside me. She runs her finger along the edge. I look back to the cashier and hand over a five dollar bill. She hands me back my change and I step away, turning towards the door. Kayla doesn't move. She doesn't even blink at the movement, her fingers continue tracing that quart of ice cream.
"Kay," I sigh. She looks up, turning her head towards me.
"Oh," she mutters. She picks up the ice cream and steps forward. As soon as she's close enough, I sling and arm over her shoulders. She leans into me and I lead her to the doors.
"It's gonna be alright," I say. I feel her nod against me. All of this feels wrong. Kayla unhappy feels horribly wrong. We step through the doors and Kayla takes two steps for stopping dead in her tracks. I stop too, only to keep my arm around her. I look down and find her face just broken. Her eyes remain fixed in the distance. I look where she looks and find some guy on a motorcycle looking straight at us. He has helmet on so I can't see his face, but Kayla has to know him. My grip tightens on her shoulder, her breath jumps. "Who is he?" I ask, looking at her again. I don't get an answer. So, I turn back to the guy on the bike, waiting for him to remove his helmet or something. Beneath my arm, Kayla straightens. I glance back at her, as she spins out from my arm and grabs ahold of my shirt collar. She shoves her lips onto mine. And for half a beat I'm too shocked to move, to blink. Betrayal sears through me. I grip her shoulders and shove her off. What did I just do?
"Kay," I state slowly. She opens her mouth and closes it. Her lips taste nothing like Jax's.
"Ry-Ry I-"
"Kay, I'm gay," I breathe, the words barely taking a second to leave my lips. She blinks at me. I swallow oxygen, bracing myself for the worst.
"Oh God," she whispers. "Oh God. I'm so sorry. I didn't-" she stops and looks back to the edge of the parking lot where that motorcycle was just thirty seconds ago.
"No one knows," I whisper. She turns back to me with her eyes wide. She curses like one of the guys. And then she throws her arms around me. I feel the ice cream press into my back for a full minute before I remember how to return a hug. She pulls away, backing away from me slowly.
"That's great, Ry-Ry. That's...that's amazing. This is big."
"Kay," I say slowly. She keeps talking.
"God I'm an idiot, aren't I?"
"You didn't know." She backs up another step.
"I'm sorry. I just- I'm awful."
"You're not awful."
"Pretty Boy is an ass," she states and then she snaps, letting tears fall. I don't know how to react. So I stand there watching, helpless as she sinks to the ground. Still I don't move. I stand there awkwardly shuffling my feet until I can't take it anymore. I lower myself to the ground and scoot closer. I reach out cautiously and wrap an arm loosely around her. She turns into me instantly, her hand grabs onto my shirt. I pat her arm. Eventually she calms herself down and leans back. I release her quickly. She wipes her eyes and sniffs loudly. I look to the ice cream now resting in her lap. I clear my throat.
"Are you gonna eat that?" I ask.
"Yeah, yeah of course." She peels off the top as I silently hand her a spoon.
"It's a little melted," she says.
"A little," I answer. She digs her spoon in anyways. I do the same. We get through about half of it before either of us speaks.
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Bad Boys
Teen Fiction{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...
