Whatchamacallit

Caught Up

We could wait until we were both single, but the thrill wouldn't be the same then. It was a forbidden dance, a secret high we both craved.

**Kayla's P.O.V.**

The sickening crunch of glass shattering sliced through the air.  "YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?" Asia's voice boomed.  Before I could react, another crash echoed as she flung something across the room.

"Block her on EVERYTHING NOW and give me every single LAST one of your passwords," she demanded, her voice laced with a fury that sent shivers down my spine.

"Asia,  come on, it ain't even that serious," I mumbled, rolling my eyes.  This drama was exactly why I'd hesitated getting involved with Alex in the first place.

"It aint even that serious?" Asia shrieked. "I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS SHIT DEAD ASS!"

Internally, I scoffed. Here we go again. Asia had a hair-trigger temper, and Alex, bless her oblivious heart,  had a knack for pushing all the right buttons.

"Look," I sighed, "me and her got nothin' goin' on."  It was a half-truth, a flimsy shield against the storm brewing in front of me.

"Then kill the bitch," Asia spat, her eyes blazing.

My jaw clenched. "Yo, you need to chill the hell out."

"BLOCK HER," she roared.

Defeated, I pulled out my phone, the weight of Alex's hopeful gaze heavy in my memory.  With a heavy heart, I typed a simple "I'm sorry" text, bracing myself for the inevitable barrage of questions.  Sure enough, my phone buzzed with a flurry of messages: "For what?", "Whats wrong?", "Are you okay, Kayla are you okay???"

I shut my phone off with a click. "There you happy?" I asked Asia, my voice strained.

"Happy?" she retorted, her voice rising again.  "Happy!?  You think I'm happy about this?"

I groaned, the tension in the room suffocating.

**Alex's P.O.V.**

My leg bounced up and down a frantic rhythm as I gripped the steering wheel.  Had I messed up?  Was this all my fault?  My mind raced a million miles a minute, on the verge of a meltdown. 

My heart sank with each unanswered text.  Did I actually like Kayla?  Was I attached?  Had I fallen for her? What the hell was going on?

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to calm down.  Then, anger flared.  Why should I be cut off just because Asia couldn't trust her girlfriend?  But the anger quickly turned inward.  Why did I let myself get close to her?  What was it about her touch, her presence, that made me crave more?

She made my world feel...different.  Maybe it was the way she cherished what she had, no matter the hurt.  Maybe I was jealous of that raw emotion, that ability to show someone you cared so deeply.  Or maybe...just maybe...it was something more.

Worry gnawed at me as I scrolled through social media, landing on Kayla's page.  Her tweets were cryptic, laced with anger that mirrored my own.  We were both throwing metaphorical punches, fueled by frustration and a tangled mess of unspoken feelings.

I lied.  I didn't just "like" her.  I wanted her, and the way things were going, I couldn't have her.  So where did I go from here?  How do you move forward when you can't have what you want?

**End of Chapter**

**As for Kayla being pissed, here's the breakdown:**

*  She's clearly attracted to Alex, but the situation is messy.
*  She doesn't want drama, and Asia's possessiveness is a major turn-off.
*  She might be feeling a pang of guilt for leading Alex on.

**So, is Kayla right for being pissed?**

That's up to you, the reader, to decide.  She's caught in a web of her own making, but her anger is a complex mix of emotions.