Bad Timing

Chapter 32

Kyle's Pov 

"Do we have to!? Angel, I don't think I can talk to him after what happened! Is everything ok?" I said frustrated.

I really don't like this, this so sudden. I mean with everything that's going on, why would we want to talk about what happened in the past and especially with John?

"Everything's fine Kyle, we just need to sort some things out. You know we need to have a closure about all this... and I need to tell them some things... too. Do it for me, please be at my house at nine."  Angel said through the phone with a hesitated voice.

I don't like this. I really don't. There is no way she wants to talk about this. I can tell from the tone of her voice that she is not telling me something.

I left a frustrated sound and signed. "Is there something you are not telling me? Something is off..." I asked confused.

"Just be here at nine. I love you." and she hang up.

Why did she hang up?! Damn it, Angel! Now, I know something is up!

I threw my phone on the desk and screamed in my pillow. She can't be serious! I don't want to talk with him! I really don't... I can't...

"Everything ok?" 

I stood up from my bed and I saw Liza standing at the door.

I signed. "Yeah, why wouldn't they be? My girlfriend arrange for us to talk with my ex best friend, who actually was the one who destroyed us and betrayed me, without telling me! And let's not forget the best part, all of our friends are going to be there so we can discuss this! I mean this is what I was waiting for all my life!" I shouted with an ironic smile.

She looked at me confused. Her eyebrows formed that 'V' shape when she is thinking and she looked at me like I've grown a second head.

"You mean John? You are going to met up with Jo?" she asked.

"Apparently, yes. Angel said he wants to talk to us, to all of us but I really don't want to talk to him..." I I brushed it off.

She bit her lip and looked at me in the eyes. I can sense she wants to tell me something.

"Kyle, sit down." she insisted.

"What? Why?" I said as I sat at my bed.

She put her hands on my shoulders and stared at my eyes. "Jo is not here. He left."

What? He left? What is she talking about? 

I just stood there, processing what she just said. John couldn't have left. What does she mean he left?

"Left? Where? What do you mean he left?" I asked confused.

"He left for England. His father got him a scholarship for his career as a player. He left the day I arrived at Cundletown."

"And how would you know that!?" I stood up angry. "You were looking for him, weren't you?!"

She went to talk to him. After a year of cutting everyone off and came back, the first thing she does is go talk to him!?

"Kyle calm down! I wasn't looking for him! He somehow found my number and reached me. He wanted to talk to me, I couldn't have ignored him. It sounded urgent... so I told him that I would have come back anyway, so when I arrived I went to find him..." She claimed.

Something is off, something is wrong.

"But you arrived the day before Easter... It doesn't make sense, the numbers don't add up..." I asked.