Whatchamacallit

P.O.V

(5 Months Later)

August

Kayla's POV

Sunlight streamed through the window, pulling me from sleep. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I saw Asia sprawled out beside me. "Why do I keep doing this?" I muttered, shaking my head. This wasn't new. Getting tangled with Asia always ended the same way – heartbreak.

Slipping out of bed, I grabbed my keys and tiptoed out of the house. With a deep breath, I pulled out my phone and texted the first name on my recent calls list: Tasha. We were once inseparable, but things got messy when her wandering eyes led to betrayal. Yet, here I was, reaching out again.

Tasha: You know you miss me

Me: I do no cap

Tasha: You know we were meant to be soulmates don't do that

Ignoring the text, I drove off with a forced smile plastered on my face. My destination: Alex's house. It had been months since we last spoke, all thanks to Asia's drama. A knot formed in my stomach. Would Alex even answer the door?

Alex's POV

The rhythmic rapping on my door pulled me away from my mirror. Rolling my eyes, I marched towards the entrance, flinging the door open to reveal none other than Kayla.

"Hello," I said curtly, already heading towards my room to remove the rollers from my hair.

"What's with the attitude?" she questioned, following me.

"No attitude," I mumbled, ignoring her intrusion. "Just taking down my hair. Why are you here?"

"Look, don't play games," she pleaded. "You know my situation."

I scrunched up my face, memories of her tangled mess of a relationship with Asia flooding back. "Fuck you and your situation," I spat. "It's not my fault you can't leave that cheating mess behind. You keep going back to someone who drags you down, then expect me to be okay with it? Honestly, Kayla, I feel sorry for you." Tears welled in my eyes.

"I feel sorry for myself," I continued, my voice cracking. "Because I know you'll never feel the way I feel about Asia. It hurts that you won't choose me. You just stick with what's familiar..."

"I don't want to be alone!" she cried out.

I scoffed. "Alone? Alone?! How can you possibly feel alone when I've been here, on and off, for almost a year? Giving you every hint that I want you, that I want us. But you won't take a chance. Fine, Kayla. I'm done chasing you. You got it. Get out. Since you have nothing to say but 'sorry,' you'll never understand how this feels."

Speechless, she stared at me, the fight seemingly drained from her. Grabbing a brush, she turned to leave. An impulse surged through me, and I flung the brush at her retreating figure.

Alone in my room, tears streamed down my face. I walked to the mirror, wiping them away with trembling hands. Anger battled with hurt.

"I wouldn't let her ruin my night," I muttered, forcing myself to focus on my reflection. Fixing my hair and applying makeup, a new resolve settled within me. I grabbed my keys and headed out, ready to take control of my own life.

Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me.

"Why are you still here?" I asked, voice tight.

"Just felt like staying," came the reply.

"Get out, then."

But as I turned to leave, I felt her arms wrap around me gently. A shiver ran down my spine. "Don't get weak, don't get weak," I chanted in my head. But her touch was intoxicating. Still, I managed to nudge her away.

"Don't do that," I mumbled.

She checked her phone, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Your little girlfriend?"

"Ex," she corrected.

"The one before?"

She nodded, seemingly amused by my frustration.

Leaving her in the doorway, I marched downstairs and got into my car.

"Where are we going?" she asked, already sliding into the passenger seat.

"Somewhere you aren't."

She scoffed, but I saw a flicker of something in her eyes – fear? Regret?

"You need to leave," I stated firmly.

"I bet," she smirked with a playful glint

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A/N :I think i want to write a witch story or a demon and angel story .....