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( A night with my best friend 🛌)
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✍️ Chapter Thirty—One✍️
“So, prom. Me and you. We’re going.” Kyle whispered demandingly at my ear, one morning two weeks after the camping trip.
“Gee that’s a very ro-mantic way to ask a girl out to prom.” I sma-cked his hand away from reaching my bu-tt.
The position we were in was very compromising considering that he had me tra-pped behind the kitchen counter island.
He arched his eyebrow. “You want r0m@nç£?” He asked, hiding his sm-irk.
“God, no.” I grimaced. “Seriously I’ve had enough of it. Don’t know why you persisted on being ro-mantic with me for the past two weeks.”
I was mocking him but internally I was elated. Kyle’s version of r0m@nç£these past two weeks was very typical. We had ro-mantic dinner d@t£s; in the kitchen, in his be-droom or restaurants. We had ro-mantic picnics; outside on the roof terrace and in the dark, un-der the stars. ro-mantic strolls around the park, exclusively just us. Going out for movies and staying in for movies. All of these activities always ended up with us having h0t explosive s3x, the kind that left my whole b©dy trembling. We’ve been virtually inseparable.
In a response to my comment, Kyle simply gathered my hands and pinned them behind me as he leaned to capture myl-ips with his.
“I still can’t get enough of you.” He admitted, ni-bbling my lowerl-ip.
Just like that, my nerve endings spanned into attention.
Hiding how his k!ssaffected me, I decided to tease him. “Hmm, so what happens when you do get enough?”
“Never.” He twisted hisl-ips into a sm-irk as he shifted closer, invading more than just my personal space. I felt the unmistakable pres£nce of his erection digging just un-der my belly.
I bit myl-ip, knowing how I bec@m£ well acquainted with what was beneath his jeans for the past two weeks. Well, if you excluded those five days Mother Nature decided to pay her monthly visit.
The heat in his eyes intensified as he studied myl-ips. “You gotta st©p doing that?”
“Doing what?” I feigned innocence.
He gro-an ed, re-leasing my hands only to take my face by one hand while his other arm sn-ked across my w@!st. His f!ngerspu-ll-ed my chin so that I re-leased my lowerl-ip.
He k!$$£d me briefly, tea-singly. I smiled against hisl-ips. I knew exactly how to make him tick and b!tt!g myl-ips was one of those actions that did the trick.
He st©pped abruptly; leaving me protesting as I reluctantly opened my eyes.
“You didn’t answer my question?” His eyes were serious.
I was usually left disoriented after he k!$$£d me so it took a while to un-derstand what he was talking about. “Oh, prom.”
“Yes, Prom. The major event of our s£nior year, happening precisely next week on Friday, and this event is usually followed by our graduation.” He told me, informally.
“So will you go there with me?” He added.
I made a disgusted face. “I don’t think I want to go to prom.”
Kyle gave me a long meaningful look. “Keya the choice is not really up to you. You and I know that your mom will literally drag you there by herself if she has to.”
I sighed, rolling my eyes inwardly. My mother has been talking about my prom nonst©p as if she hadn’t gone to hers before. Her level of excitement toward the event was overruled by how she had alre-ady got me the dress, shoes, jewellery—everything, just for it. I didn’t even go dress shopping with her, she picked my dress for my prom all on her own. Not that I was complaining though. I was glad I was relieved from that stress. I trusted her judgement so I knew no matter what; I was going to look fabulous next week.
“So will you go? You know… with me?” Kyle gave me pleading look that I couldn’t refuse.
“Do you really nee-d to ask?”
“No. But I want to hear you say it.” He grinned.
“Sheesh. Fine. I will go to prom with you!” I rolled my eyes. “Happy?”
He shook his head. “Not until you k!ssme. Right here.” He said, pointing to the corner of hisl-ips.
“You’re so exasperating!” I sl@pped his che-st but smothered the impact by k!ss!ngthe corner of hisl-ips.He pouted. “But you love it when I’m exasperating.”
I did. I really did. He wasn’t aware of how much he ruined my heart every day. I was too late to be in danger of falling in love with him. No, I had fallen long ago.
“You wish.” I sl@pped him again and chose to look away in case he saw exactly how those mindless words he uttered affected me. He still thought I only loved him as best friend. He didn’t know exactly how much of that has changed.
“Okay so the going has been sorted. Now, what about the how we are getting there?” He told me.
“Don’t worry my mom has alre-ady gotten the limo covered.” I told him.
He shook his head. “That’s not what I meant.”
I frowned.
“Sav and Ned, Keya. You know they have to come with us.” He said testily.
I gro-an ed. “You had to bring her up.”
“Yes Key, I had to. She’s your best friend.” Kyle was worried as he stepped closer again, c@r£ss!ngmy cheek with his thumb as he coaxed me to look at me.
I grimaced. “As far as I know, you’re the only best friend I have.” I told him.
Kyle rolled his eyes. “Keya it’s been two weeks. Haven’t you punished her enough?”
“Punished her? She made it clear to me that she no longer wished to be my friend.” I flailed my hand at the same time stepping away from him. I knew I was being immature but what she said to me really hurt. And what she did to Ryland was unforgivable, not that I cared much about his @$$. As far as I knew they were better off with each other. I really don’t know why Ned kept up with her. Didn’t he know that after a while she will get bored and look for someone else to entertain her?
No one was surprised when Ryland and Sav ended things that day. Their drama had been an elephant in the room and Sav poorly executed the situation. That’s why we returned to home soon the morning after. It wouldn’t have been the same hanging out in that remote place with people clearly spouting hatred to another. Where was the fun in that?
Kyle followed my movements. “Look. I get you’re mad at her but—”
I shook my head, cutting him off. “You don’t get it, Kyle. I tried to help her like a friend should and she backlashed at me throwing my attempts at my face.”
His concerned look marred his beautiful face. “You don’t see it but she’s suffering. All I’m saying is to try settle things with her.” He suggested.
“If she still wants me as her friend, she knows what to do. I’m not going to be the one trying to fix something she broke. No, she has to apologize.”
Kyle c0cked his head to one side. “Keya I’ve known you for how long? More than eight years now and I know de-ep down that you act like you don’t care when you do.”
I frowned.
“I know this is eating at you too. Talk to her.”
I was re-ady to shake my head but Kyle wasn’t having any of it. “Just think of how much relief you’ll feel afterward.”
“plea-se, Key? If you won’t do it for yourself then at least do it for me?” He pouted, welding that sad puppy dog face I could not resist. “It won’t be fun at prom if you guys aren’t talking.”
“Fine.” I relented instantly. “Fine, I’ll talk to her. But if she’s btchy to me again, I’ll be done with—”
He k!$$£d me before I could finish my s£ntence.
“Good.” He grinned.
“Hmm.”
“Good.” He repeated, leaning down to k!ssthe line of my jaw until he reached the base of my ear. At the same time, his hands reached un-der my th!ghs, gr-abbing and lifting me up to sit on the kitchen island.
I melted un-der him, my back hitting the cold granite marble. Kyle hovered on t©p of me, k!ss!ngmy n£¢k while his hands pu-ll-ed the hem of my t-shi-t until I was completely str!pped ba-re.
He studied every inch of my b©dy with his heated eyes while pla-ying with the line of my jeans shorts, his f!ngersleaving a burning s-en-sation as they brushed ever-so-lightly un-der abd0m£n.
“Kyle.” I trashed, bringing him between my legs so that I could feel his insistent erection pressing right where I wanted.
In response, Kyle slowly glided his hands upwards until they moulded upon the swells of my brea-sts. I arched my back, pressing them even more unto his hands.
I didn’t know how long Kyle watched me writhe un-der his hands but he seemed to enjoy it. He increa-sed the torture when he rocked his h!ps with mine so that his unmistakable ha-rd ness ru-bbe-d me the right way.
“I can’t take this.” I gro-an ed, my hands reaching to gr-ab his t-shi-t but ended up gr-abbing the air when Kyle moved away from me.
I hissed in protest, sitting up quic-kly to find him hiding his laughter by sm-irking.
I pouted. To be honest, I felt like crying. He’s never tea-sed me like this. Whenever he tried, he always lost control and we both ended up in heap on the ground, or be-d, or couch—any surface basically.
Right now to be so turned on by someone who was only pla-ying with my emotions, well it was overwhelming.
Since when did master his control?
“Why?” My voice was a mixture of deprivation and longing.
He ignored me as he continued backing away, his sm-irk now stretched into a full b!own grin.
“If you want me, baby, just come and get me.” He li-cked his lower l!pand bit it for added measure.
It took a while to process what he said, since I was temporary dazed. However, when I snapped out of it, I jump out of the corner and lunged for him.
He had calculated my movements since he began running away to the other room but I chased after him, revenge being my motivation.
“I don’t see why you have to drag me here.” I complained when Kyle pu-ll-ed me inside the tailor shop.
Suits and Tuxedo dominated every corner and foreground of the place. As I was taking in my surroundings, Kyle st©pped us and turned me around to face him.
“Because I want your opinion. I have to look good in your eyes too, not just mine. I don’t want to pick something you’d hate.” He told me this while his thumb brushed my lowerl-ip.
I shivered involuntarily.
Earlier images of us ma-king love began to surface but as quic-k as they c@m£, I crushed them down before they could affect me.
I rolled my eyes at his words and shoved him away when he began leaning closer. We weren’t alone anymore. We had an audience.
“You care too much.” I whispered, just as we turned to face the gentleman who looked expectant towards us.
Kyle ignored my words as he shifted behind me, snaking his arms around me. He k!$$£d the back of my ear before pressing his chin on t©p of my head.
“How may I help you guys?” The man was trying to mask his amusement.
“We a nee-d something suitable for prom.” Kyle told him as if pointing out the obvious.
“Of course. Right this way.” As he led us to an isle he began telling us all about the materials and fabric all these kinds of suit and tuxedos were made of. We really didn’t nee-d to know the gory details and history of this place so in the end we dismissed the guy. We collected a few suits and tuxedos ourselves for Kyle to try on.
In the changing rooms, we stumbled upon Ned who looked at us as if he’s been caught with his hands on a cookie jar.
“What are you guys doing here?” His tone sounded off and from that, I as-sumed he alre-ady knew Kyle was dragging me here.
I narrowed my eyes at both of them. Kyle shrugged as he went to change, leaving me with a nervous looking Ned who kept scratching the back of his n£¢k.
I was about to say something about this fickle but then a bombing voice belonging to the one and only Savannah Biers interrupted me before I even spoke.
“Found another—” She st©pped once she looked up and saw me with Ned. “Keya? What are you doing here?”
I expected her to be scowling and giving me dirty looks so it completely disarmed me when I found neither disgust nor hatred m in her tone or facial expression.
Instead of answering her inquiry, I just blinked at her.
“Y’know what, it doesn’t matter. I’m glad you’re here.” She laughed like everything was normal, gave Ned the suit she was holding and pushed him into one of the changing stalls.
My look of alarm had intensified.
She rolled her eyes at my reaction, gr@bb£d my arm and dragged me back into the interior, specifically behind an isle of clothing where it was pri-vate.
I waited until she let my arm go to fold my arms around my che-st. My expression was wary.
“I owe you an apology.”
Well, there goes my utter look of surprise. My jaw dropped and my eyes bulging in disbelief.
“Yeah-yeah. I know. Shocker.” She rolled her eyes again at my expression. However, soon enough she was staring at me with a sorry face, the one she always used whenever she knew she let me down.
“Look. I’m really sorry about…y’know. I can go ahead and say I was in shock and that I wasn’t myself but there was no excuse to act like a completely btch to you that day.” She looked away and twisted her hands together.
My brows knitted together, my face ha-rd . “Why has it taken you two weeks to apologise?” I asked.
“Because I was too proud to admit I was wrong?” She offered.
It was my turn to roll my eyes.
“Keya, plea-se. I’m sorry. I was wrong, okay. It wasn’t right what I did, to you and to Ryland—although, I don’t regret what I did to Ryland but that’s not the point. I just…I can’t pretend anymore. I can’t pretend I’m proud of what I did when I hurt you along the process. You did warn me that someone was going get hurt in the end. I didn’t realise that the person I hurt the most was you. I’m so sorry, Key, I know I can be a total bit-ch sometimes. I wonder why you put up with me…” She rambled throu-gh her speech, the gentility of it was proven when I saw her run the back of her hand throu-gh her eyes.
“Sav, are you crying?” I asked, shocked.
“No.” She denied, her tone muffled by her emotions.
My che-st ached when I saw her bright blue eyes brimmed with tears. My instant reaction was to reach out and pu-ll her into a hvg. She wra-pped her arms around me, ti-ghtly.
“I’m so sorry.” She mumbled upon my shoulder. This was another revelation, because the Sav I knew never and when I say never, I mean, never cried before.
I wanted to stay mad at her but I couldn’t. To be honest I think I forgave her that day we left camp. I just couldn’t nurse animosity towards anyone for a long time. It wasn’t in my nature. Plus, it was tiring work that would end up hurting, not only the victim of your hatred but yourself as well.
When we pu-ll-ed away, she wiped some of her tears falling in her cheek.
“Just promise me you won’t do to Ned what you did to Ryland.”
She nodded vigorously.
“I’m serious, Sav. Ned is not Ryland. You know him, he’s more s-en-sitive.”
“I know. I don’t why, but it’s different with him, you know. I feel like I’ve been trying too ha-rd with Ryland and others before. But because I know Ned its well…different.” Her smile was small.
I gave her a ti-ght smile as I nodded. “That’s good, I guess.”
Her smile increa-sed. “It is.”
Her smile was contagious and soon enough we were both grinning.
She knew I’d forgiven her and from that she started telling me all about it.
We linked arms as we went back to check up on the boys. She began bugging me about Kyle, coercing me to tell her everything. I guess some things never changed. She was still tenacious. Kyle was right, I felt more relieved now that we’ve mended, but this didn’t st©p me from putting her in arm’s length.
✍️ Chapter Thirty—Two✍️
s£nior Prom was a blast. From the moment Iwe stepped into intricately decorated masquerade-themed venue people were alre-ady enjoying themselves. The night went by smoothly. Our school didn’t believe in Prom Kings or Queens, so that was excluded during the p@rtying. According to the school protocol, basically every student was their own king or queen.
After forgiving Sav, Kyle and Ned were the ones more relieved. That following week they took us out to their version of so-called double d@t!ng. It was pretty weird all of us going out together as couples. Once upon a time we were a group with an unbreakable friendsh!pso it was ha-rd not to see us as before—just four friends hanging out together, enjoying each other’s company.
Now that Sav and I were talking again, it bec@m£ a lot easy during that week. Although I was pretty much reserved in her company, she was trying her best to make me trust her again.
I enjoyed prom a lot more than I expected.
Kyle had been a perfect gentleman throu-ghout the night; he never left my sight; always remaining attentive to what I wanted. We danced, sung, ate and danced more until we couldn’t any longer. I think everyone ended up going home slightly ti-psy afterwards, because what was a Prom without the punch being spiked with alcohol?
It was a few days after the prom when it finally hit me that by Saturday—graduation day—I would no longer be in high school. When this realisation dawned, I had what you would call a mini panic attack. Everything was going in full speed. After graduation, I had that internsh!pduring the summer. I knew I had to make the decision quic-kly because Dr Wesley contacted me asking if I was still up for it before he gave my place to someone else.
I hadn’t told Kyle about it. I kept putting it off because I knew what he’d say. We have been inseparable these past weeks since our relationsh!pbegan. Everything was really great between us, even though we had our ups and downs—fights which were really stupid if you’d ask me—other than that, it was perfect.
I didn’t know what he planned for summer, but I knew whatever plans he was going to make, he would want me in them.
Therefore, I wasn’t really sure what this internsh!pwould mean to our relationsh!pconsidering it was running for the full three months and right after it, I was heading straight to college.
The letters finally c@m£ after months of waiting. A few colleges accepted me straight away without any interviews, so it was only right to choose the best of all them.
College was another thing I withheld in our conversations. I saw his letters too. The ones he hid from me and ignored. I knew he was putting off opening them, but whether he was afraid of being accepted or rejected, I didn’t really know. I knew eventually we had to discuss it, because sooner or later the comfortable bubble of happiness we created was going to bur-st.
“You okay?” Kelly bounced next me on my be-d.
I took my headphones out and st©pped the track I was pla-ying. “What?”
She gave me a face, rolling her eyes before pla-ying with my hair. “What’s going on in your head?”
I frowned. “Nothing. Why?”
“Keya, you do know that I carried you in my wo-mb for—well seven months. I’ve nursed and taken care of you for almost eighteen years now. Anyway, my point is you can’t hide anything from me. So what’s wrong?”
I sat up and sighed. “Well, I was thinking about the future.”
“And?” She coaxed.
“Well…” I trailed. I was still yet to tell her about my newfound relationsh!pwith Kyle.
“Is this about Kyle?” She asked.
My head wh!pped to face her, my mouth dropping. She had an arched brow, her look as if asking “am I right?”
“How did you know?” My voice was hollow.
“Like I said, you can’t hide anything from me.” She looked positively whimsical. “What’s the matter then?”
I sighed. “I love him, mom.” I admitted, finally.
I didn’t know when I started to realize my feelings but I was completely and utterly in love with Kyle Reyes. I loved how he still treated me as if we were still best friend. I loved how he tea-sed me sometimes during forepl@yuntil I took the initiative. I loved how he would k!ssme, t©uçh me and hvg me in public; showing the world that I was his. I loved his eyes, his nose, hisl-ips, his hair—virtually everything about him, really.
“I know you do, sweetie.” Her eyes gleamed.
I chewed on my l!pfor a while.
“So, I guess you want me to talk to Dr Wesley to cancel your place?” She asked.
“No of course not…uh—” I sighed. “That’s the problem. I haven’t told Kyle about it, mom. I mean, I don’t even know how serious we are and…And well, I’m scared.” I admitted.
“Aw Key, you do know sooner or later you’re both going to college. Now I may not be an expert in relationsh!ps or anything. But the best advice I can give you now is talk to him; you know sit down together and clarify a few things. Love is a hvge deal.”
“I don’t even know if he loves me back.” My voice hollowed.
She only gave me a ti-ght smile, as she hvgged my shoulders. “Like I said, talk to him. You guys have to figure it out together, whether you want this for the long haul, you know.”
I sighed again. “Yeah I know.”
After that my mother and I had a mini mother-daughter time for the whole morning. It refreshed and soothed some of my worries for the future. I knew she was right. I had to figure it out with him. I had to tell him my plans and he had to tell his.
I decided to drive to his house to spend the afternoon and maybe evening with him. Instead of doing the usual, we were going to sit down and this time talk about our future instead.
I was nervous and anxious for the outcome, however as I drove to his house, I felt determined.
I was about to pu-ll over at Kyle’s driveway when I saw a man adorned in a navy blue suit with a matching blue tie and fully equipped with black sunglas-ses, leaning over a sporty looking car. I could have ignored him and moved on if he wasn’t looking straight ahead at Kyle’s house as if studying the house for its use or something.
I parked the car near the driveway and got out. I approached him with my frown and as I c@m£ closer, I saw that in his hands he was grasping some sort of white envelope.
“Can I help you with something?” I asked him, frowning.
The man startled at my pres£nce for a moment before recollecting himself quic-kly, he shook his head as he said, “No no I’m quite—” He st©pped as if realising something. He looked from me to the house and frowned. “Do you live here?” He asked, gesturing towards the house with his head.
I shook my head to answer him. “No, but my b©yfri£nddoes. I could get him if—”
“plea-se.” He held his hands out in dismissal. “That won’t be necessary.”
At this point my frown had turned to a scowl, there was something alarming about him I couldn’t yet pin point. The way he was dressed gave an impression that he was a rich man, if you included his sporty car.
He ran his hand throu-gh his messy sandy brown hair a few times over before staring back at the house with a rigid resigned jaw.
His features seemed familiar, and if only his sunglas-ses didn’t hide his eyes maybe I could’ve placed him.
We stood there for mere seconds, with me staring pointedly at him, patiently waiting for his dep@rture. He sighed de-eply after a while, as if longing to go into the house but was being st©pped by an objectless impediment preventing him to do so.
He gave me a ti-ght smile when he looked my way before getting into his sleek car and veering off with a roaring engine.
I stared after where his car had disappeared to, trying to ascertain what exactly that stranger had seen so appealing or maybe daunting about Kyle’s house judging by the way he studied it.
Was he some sort of spy or agent? The way he dressed made me suspect he was. However ridiculous my thoughts bec@m£ as I pondered over the encounter, I still had a right be cautious.
TBc…