Elisa and Kyle (Book 2)

Chapter Six

Kyle's POV
I hold in my comments as I pull into Elisa's driveway.

It looked like shit.

I can't believe she lives here.

"Do you need help to your room?" I ask.

She smiles at me. "Is that a line?"

I chuckle. "No it's just me worrying you won't make it to your doorstep."

She blushes. "That would be lovely," she mumbles.

I smile happily and get out of my car walking over to the passenger side and helping Elisa out of the car.

I wrap my arm around her waist and help her to her front door. I turn the knob but it doesn't budge. I raise an eyebrow at Elisa.

"My dad isn't home," she mumbles.

"Got a key?"

She shakes her head. "I normally just climb through my bedroom window."

I look up and my eyes widen. To get to her bedroom window you had to climb a very very broken ladder and then get on the roof, which didn't look all that stable and then walk a couples feet to her window.

Fuck my life.

"I'll be back," I say.

I go over to the ladder and release a shaky breath. I manage to get up onto the roof.

I took about two steps and then I fell through the roof.

Luckily I had a very safe drop.

In a pile of garbage.

"A-are you okay?" Elisa asks.

The door opens and an elderly man stands in front of Elisa. "What's all the noise, I'm trying to sleep?"

"Dad why did you lock the door?" Elisa asks.

"I guess I forgot," he says. "Who's the guy laying in our garbage?"

I quickly stand up and go over to him. "Hey I'm Kyle."

"Ah Mary's son, I'm familiar," he says.

Elisa's eyes widen in surprise. "You remember a name?"

Her dad smiles. "Can't really not remember a pretty face."

I scowl in distaste. Yuck! "Kyle!" Elisa gasps.

"What?" I ask, frowning and confused.

"Your head is bleeding," she murmurs, walking over to me and pressing her finger against my forehead. She takes it away and shows me the blood.

"Oh dear," I mutter.

Let's just say I'm not a fan of blood and may have fainted because of it.

*
"Kyle," I hear a feminine voice.

I open my eyes and see Elisa smiling at me. Not in a nice way either. In a that was hilarious way.

"Shit," I grunt, sitting up. I touch my head and feel a bandaid.

Good.

"So you don't like blood?" She asks cheekily.

"You tell anyone-"

"I won't," she says. "Do your friend know?"

"Only Luke," I grumble. "He hit me in the arm with a bow and arrow."

I show her the scar I still have on my left arm above my elbow. She runs her finger along it and I have to stop myself from shivering.

"You'd have some great stories with them three," she mumbles.

"We've been friends since kindergarten," I say. "We all met by the train sets in the purple classroom. Luke was the first to speak and said we should be the purple gang like in Grand Theft Auto SAN Andreas."

Elisa giggles. "That's adorables." She then frowns. "Also worrying that a five year old was playing GTA."

I chuckle. "It's Luke. He'd steal it from his 16 year old cousins and play it while his parents were sleeping."

"Can't believe he's Christian," she mutters.

"I know it's still a shock to me sometimes," I laugh. I take a look around her living room and try to hide my impression of the place.

It was a shit box.

"It's not much," Elisa mumbles. "But I'm happy that I have a roof over my head."

I nod. "I don't say anything."

She smiles softly. "I saw the look."

"You gotten a lot of them?" She nods. "Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for," she mumbles.

"How's your head feeling?" I ask.

"I have a little headache," she answers. "Nothing a Advil can't fix."

I chuckle a little. "Now that I know who you are, can we meet up at school."

She smiles and nods. "I'd like that."

"You could come sit with us at lunch actually," I say. "Since your friends with Montana."

She nods again. "Sure."

"I better go," I say, standing up. For a second disappointment flashes Elisa's features.

"Oh okay," she says, standing up also. "I'll walk you to your car."

"What a gentleman," I tease.

She rolls her eyes, but a giggle escapes her lips.

We get to my car and I open the driver seat door. "I'll see you tomorrow?" I ask.

She nods. I lean over and kiss her cheek. "What was that for?" She whispers.

I smirk. "Just a preview."

I get into my car and watch as her face turns really red.

Yeah, she likes me