The Devils Gift// Kai Parker

A story about a girl who loves too hard and a boy who doesn't love at all...

"Lets talk about last night." He smirks.

"No." I shake my head.

"What? Why not? It was hot."

"Why did you even sleep with me?" I ask.

"I don't know. I was bored I guess." He shrugs.

"Screw you." I get up and go back into the house.

I walk into my room. Kai trails in behind me. He closes the door and gives me a weird look. I start to throw his clothes at him as I fight the tears in my eyes.

"Am I missing something?" He raises his voice.

"Leave. I don't want you here." I pick up his t-shirt.

"You wanna tell me why?"

"I'm tired of you using me. I'm not an object, Kai. You can't just use me for sex asshole." I chuck his hoodie at him.

"Okay, okay. Stop with the clothes." He says.

"I want you gone!" I yell causing his suitcase to fly across the room. He quickly ducks before it hits him. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry." I quickly rush over to him. "I didn't know that was going to happen. Are you alright?"

"Nat, I'm fine." He stands up.

"Good. Now leave." I cross my arms.

"No, you told me our sex didn't mean anything to you, so why are you mad at me?"

"I lied." I say. "It means a lot to me, especially when it's with you." I stare into his eyes.

"I don't know what you want me to do." He looks away.

"I want you to tell me it meant something to you. Tell me you didn't have sex with me just because you were bored." I grab his hands.

"If I told you it meant something, then I'd be lying. It didn't mean anything to me." He locks eyes with me.