Nice Girly Stuff

Nice

Kyle's POV

I was riding my pink bike which Daddy and Papa bought me when I heard a voice behind me.

"Nice girl bike."

I looked over my shoulder to look at a kid my age. He had really dark, slightly curly hair and light, stormy green eyes.

He was riding his own blue bike and he grinned towards me.

' I hate this, I'm being teased again...' I thought to myself as I scowl at him.

"What do you want?" I rudely ask.

I was surprised when he suddenly smiled brightly at me and thrust his hands forward.

"I'm Mylo! I'm new here! Do you wanna be friends?"

I was shocked and couldn't answer when Papa shouted that we had to go home.

"Um...well, I gotta go..." I said uneasily, not really comfortable with Mylo. But he seemed nice.

I waved my hands while shuffling towards Papa when I stopped because he suddenly grabbed my hands and looked hopefully towards me.

"Wait! What's your name? You didn't tell me...That's not fair." He pouted while tugging at my shirt.

"...Kyle...you can call me Kyle."

He beamed at me then waved his hands enthusiastically as he rides his bike away.

"Bye Kylie! See you next time!"

My face got red and I shouted back.

"MY NAMES KYLE! NOT KYLIE!!!"

He just continued riding his bike while laughing loudly.

I glared at him though I couldn't conceal my red cheeks and my smile.

"Kylie...I like that."

...

I was inside my room reading a book when a teasing voice scared the living hell out of me. I lifted the book I was reading out of my face since I accidentally let go of it because I was laying on my bed while reading.

"Nice girl hair."

I glared at Mylo as he enters my room. I hid my face in my shoulder length hair so he can't see my blushing cheeks.

"What do you want Mylo?" I sighed as I got my red face to cool off and I sat down at my study chair as he jumps on my bed which made me glare at him though he was totally unaffected. He even smiled at me and grabbed my blanket to wrap himself in it.

Cute jerk.

I was snapped out of my daze when he began talking about his day.

"Why didn't you go to school today? It was so boring without you. Mrs. Greene made us do a pop quiz suddenly. I didn't know what to write~" He whined as he buried his face in my pillow.

"Well, is it my fault that I sprained my ankle? And besides, you should really study. You've been failing a lot." I told him with raised eyebrows but he only continued sulking.

I ignored him and continued reading when I heard a mumble.

"...Help me study then. I can't understand anything if it's not you teaching...I need you..."

My face was instantly lit like a tomato and I tried to compose myself.

"W-well it's not my f-fault you're stupid!"

"Stupid? Ouch. I'd rather you call me below average."

"..."

"....."