Yanyan's POV
"Pineapple does belong on pizza!"
"No it doesn't, you psychopath!"
And so it has been for the past twenty minutes. Listening to my best friend and my crush's best friend argue about the belonging of an innocent tropical fruit.
"Bitch pineapple belongs on pizza only irrelevants would disagree." Adrian is an absolute drama queen.
"And only psychos would agree. Next you're gonna tell me a tomato is a fruit." Joseph shoots back, exasperation clear on his whole being.
"It is a fruit!" Here we go again. I relax fully in Kaelynn's bed that is covered in her rain-like scent. I wonder what body spray she uses, it's extremely comforting.
Kaelynn enters the room with a dark or rather cold look on her face.
"The both of you shut the fuck up." They both keep quiet low key scared of the girl in front of them.
"Ian, Joseph. You'll both stay here until Ian's better and both your safeties are guaranteed. After that, you can both leave."
Her cold tone shocks all of us but I'm more concerned over the fact that she called me by my real name. She's never done that before.
"Kae are you alright?" I ask coming down from the bed and reaching for her. She pushes my hands away and stares at me with emotionless eyes.
"I'm not fine Ian but that's none of your business. And for future reference, keep your hands off me."
"Huh?" She walks out leaving me hurt and confused.
I thought we were a thing. I confessed, she accepted. Please tell me it's a dumb prank................Please............ Not her too.
"Yanyan?" Joseph asks concern brewing in his eyes.
"It's okay. She's okay, just not in the mood. It's okay, I'm okay. We're okay." I keep repeating that in my head. Maybe I'll believe it eventually.
My best friend leads me back to the bed and traps me in a tight hug he knows I need.
"We're okay. She's not like the others, right?" He gives no answer just holding me in place while Adrian stands off awkwardly to the side.
"Right?" My question goes unanswered and eventually becomes forgotten with my silent sobs.
Kaelynn's POV
I don't deserve to cry, still the saline drops of water fall from my eyes one by one. This whole thing was my fault anyway. I should have just stuck to my original plan of being alone till I graduate. Loneliness is all I've ever known anyway.
The unused room combined with the deafening silence makes everything seem more empty.
AJ. I need you right about now, you too mom. What do you think I should do?
Listen to dad and forget him.
Or
Forget dad and go to him.
Help
The main door slaming loudly accompnied with my father's yell jolts me out of my thoughts and carries my legs downstairs.
A young man with his hands on his knees, panting heavily is in the middle of the living room trying to say something seemingly important.
"He's not dead." He finally lets out in between heavy breaths.
"Who's not dead?" Joseph's voice turns my attention towards the three behind me, my eyes avoiding a particular one.
"My father. John Pierre, is still alive."
None of us know how to quite react to this stranger telling us that the man I shot dead is still alive. Thinking things couldn't get stranger, he turns to me finally standing up straight and looking me straight in the eye.
"And
neither
is
your brother."
A/N : Yay plot twist. Also I have no idea where this book is going, at this point I'm writing anything that comes to me.
