Back For Her: An Irish Mafia Romance

Decisions, decisions

Kylie's POV:

Travis has some fucking nerve. Coming in here, manhandling me and acting like I'm his to tell what to do. Asshole.

The sex was not worth all that trouble, and it's not like it would work again after the whole moaning Jackson's name incident. Not that I would want Travis now anyways... And I have all this pent-up anger and sexual frustration from Jackson and no good way to deal with it if we're taking things slow. Ugh, why did I want that again?

I storm down the halls to my room, shoving the doors open slinging stuff around, trying to find something to wear if I go tonight.

KNOCK, KNOCK. My head whips around at the sound of a sharp knock on the door, Callahan's knock.

"Come in." Just like I thought, Callahan pushes open my bedroom door peeking his head in quickly and looking around the room, his eyes landing on me before entering the room all the way.

"Any plans we need to prepare for, for tonight?" He asks hesitantly.

Great. Gabriella's already been gossiping to him about Jackson's invitation to his party. I can't help smiling a little to myself. He wants me at his party.

"Uh... Well maybe. I'm not sure if I want to go or not." As much as I really want to, I'm just not sure how good it is for me to jump right in... that fast. It's just a party though.

I falter in my step, wondering if I should just ask Callahan what he thinks. He doesn't want to hear about this stupid drama again. Does he?

"You aren't sure?" Callahan gives me a look like he doesn't believe my answer, and I don't really either. I keep telling myself it's best to take it slow, but now that Jackson isn't here right beside me, I feel... Empty... Again...

"You don't need to worry about me and my personal drama Callahan. I'll be fine." I walk into my closet, throwing some dresses I've already tried on into a pile of 'no's,' and he follows behind me with his arms crossed over his chest. I turn to him, giving him a look like 'just say what you want to say.'

He studies my face for a second. And I push past him back into my room to plop on my bed, with him trailing behind me again. He stands at the end of my bed with a look of concern etched on his scruffy face.

"I usually don't worry about your personal drama as you call it," Callahan throws up air-quotes, "because it doesn't affect you this way..." He pauses, waiting for me to tell him he's overstepping, but honestly, I don't think he could anymore. We have become closer since all this shit with Jackson started.

"Kylie, after seeing the way that Jackson guy affects you and..." His voice trails off, and he halts again. "And the issue with Travis..." My head darts up to a face that says, 'yeah, I know all about it.'

Shit. I don't know why, but for some reason, a flash of shame runs through me.

"You know about that?"

Jeez, it feels like my dad is finding out for the first time that I had sex with someone ... If I even knew what it felt like for my dad to care about something like that. He cared more about his pipe than he ever did my brothers and me, and of course, it made my mother bitter and even more awful than she already was.

"Kylie? Did you hear me?" Shit. I didn't even realize Callahan was still talking to me. I'm just sitting here, staring into space, and getting lost in my thoughts.

"Sorry. What did you say?" I can feel my face flush again, talking to him about this.

"You should know by now I know everything," Callahan says while smirking. "And you know I don't judge you. What you do is your business as long as it doesn't affect the business, but from what Gabriella told me happened earlier, it won't be long before he does something stupid, and your brother finds out. I know how Travis is..." Damn, I didn't even realize how loud we had been yelling. And damn Gabriella... she usually only gossips to Callahan. Sometimes I think she has a little crush on him.