By the time I'm done packing, Kyle looks at me quizzically. His eyes moving from my face to the small travel bag around my shoulders.
"is that all you're taking with you? "
"yeah, so? " i lift a brow at him in question.<
You know when something really heartbreaking happens to your friends and it's all your fault. you think, they are probably in a bad state at the moment and you want to do anything you can to help, but then you find them with the biggest smile on their face. That's what I'm experiencing now.Alice had the biggest grin on her face when i ask her how she's doing, she wouldn't stop smiling wide at me as she romages her closet. Flinging out different dresses.
The funniest thing happens today. I get to meet miss glitter.Remember? the red head who left a glittery love letter in Kyle's locker. A wide grin sprawls on my face as i walk up to the petit girl in the corner of the library with her nose buried in a book.
People are watching, gathered in half a circle with two people in the middle i can't see.Mona pushes her way through looking eager and i just keep trailing behind her till we reach an opening and i have a perfect view of the scene before me.
I didn't pick up, just in case you are wondering. I don't know why Andrew would be calling me. He never has before. Wasn't he supposed to be on his honey moon or something?I brush the thought out of my mind and tune in on the conversation before me.
"Hasn't anyone ever taught you the meaning of a girls night?" I watch Alice glare at my best friend bitterly, tapping her feet on the freshly polished floors repeatedly. Annoyance evident in her current reaction. "It means no guys! Get it? No ugly ass teenage boys and definitely no uninvited Kyle Lorenzo!"The expression on Kyle's face is one of pure amusement. His brows are lifted up a little and one side of his face twitches up a tinny smirk as h
The strong smell of sweat and alcohol filled the atmosphere causing a twinge of irate flare from my nostrils at the unfamiliar heavy stench as we make our way through a rowdy crowd of people hitting it off on the dance floor and I hold a little too tightly onto Kyle's arm with the fear of getting lost in the mist of sweaty bodies.I have never been anywhere near places like this before, the closest I'd been was at the bar I used to work at about a month ago. I don't even know how I got myself here... in this dress... And worse with Alice's special handcraft al
Peanuts.Where the fuck are my peanuts?I groan looking around the huge space around me only to feel that huge gash of nausea again and rush as fast as i can to Kyle's bathroom, puking out the last chunk of vomit i have left in my system in the toilet with another exaggerated groan.
A few more days.Just a few more days. I suck in a deep breath, relishing in the harsh sent of the cold air mostly coming from the aircon in this huge boutique as i watch Kyle convers with the sales lady a little distance away from where i am sited.He has a vibrant smile on his face, brown hair curling down his eyes as he bends down and whispers something into her ear in a flirty motion and by
Violet.The corners of my full lips bloom out a vibrant smile of satisfaction as I stare at my petite frame on the long mirror in front of me. Picking every little detail I admire how beautifully the silk violet dress clings to my body from the low cleavage that gave a rather tempting view of my now full and perky breasts to the tight clog at my small waist and down the expanded length of my slender but vividly dangerous curves, and then along the long slit from the top of my thighs and down to my feet adorned with a beautiful silver strap heel.A smirk forms on my lips.I feel sexy.Utterly and undeniably damn snatching!I have to say, Mother Nature truly did a fine job on me over the years. I've become thicker in the busts and thighs but unfortunately my behind has sworn to it's creator that it would never, under any circumstance increase by a swell. I cringe as I turn around examining the size of my bottom in the mirror.Fundging stubborn ingrate!With a little sigh I take a sit at
"Dance with me." Kyle says to me.It's not a question, it's a polite order. I have no objections, I can't even if I wanted to. He has me entirely transfixed and compelled with his touch and the depths of his stare. Just as he circles both his hands around my waist and invades my personal space till we're both sharing the same oxygen, I wrap my tiny arms around his neck and dig my nails into his over grown hair. "Did I forget to tell you that you look delicious?" I say to which he lifts a brow up at me while chewing on his lower lip. "Like I could eat you."The sound of his chuckles causes a minimal grumble in my belly....or maybe it's just in my head. But then he drops his voice in that deep masculine melody of an English accent "can't deny I'd love that."My cheeks hit up at his words, knowing the meaning doesn't represent one of innocence at all. I bury my head on his chest and just let him cocoon me in his embrace while I listen to the the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and we danc
I'd have run us over if Kyle didn't switch gears. How in heaven's name did he expect me! Someone who has never been behind a wheel ever to drive us both safely? We had to pull over somewhere by the roadside and switch. I let him take control of the wheel and I sat there acting all grumpy and shit. Murmuring to him words somewhere along the lines of leaving me to drive and leading us both to our graves. He'd only laughed it off saying something about my friendship with Alice robbing off on me, although he looked terrified. My guy had to stand outside the lonely streets for a good thirty seconds catching his breath and holding his throat in pretense of false suffocation, making those weird constipated faces he's fund of. And he says I'm the dramatic one. Now it's past nine at night, and I'm standing right here in front of my school.... or bet
"Lexa!" The moment I step past the front door, I haven't even found my way completely inside the house when Caroline ambushes me and pulls me into a bone crushing hug. "Oh, here goes..." I awkwardly wrap my hands around her back trying not to give out the fact that she's literally restricting me of oxygen. She pulls away slightly then pinches both my cheeks with both of her index and tomb fingers. "How are you feeling tiger?" "Alive." I say baldly and she doesn't seem satisfied with my response. "I have some aspirin in the top shelf if you're in any pain, and I can ask the girls to draw you a hot tub, I'm sure you must be exhu..."
"Surprise?" I say with a small smile on my face as I make my way towards Kyle who stands by the passenger door of his red Porsche, looking all glamorous and clean in a white turtleneck long sleeve and green army pants matched with his huge pair of Dior leather foot destroyers as I like to call them. He pulls himself up and a little smile brushes across his pink plum lips as I close in on him. His eyes are being shaded by the big ray-bans he has on and although he has on a clean haircut, gone is the disturbing piece of white fabric that were guarded around his head about two weeks ago, he didn't trim the front which gives the blowing wind an advantage to dance with his hair. "So," I say stopping directly in front of him. "What's the surprise?" "Me?" He asks, cocking his head to the left a little in the goofy way in whic
Taking the first step by the entrance, my eyes immediately shoot up to the welcoming calligraphy full of glittery colors that reads 'Katie's sweets' by the top of the building and I let out a satisfied sigh, along with a brief smile that takes over my facial features. Redirecting my attention to the entrance, I walk up the narrow stairs and feel my brows crease when I notice that, unlike the last time I was here, the seal on the entrance door has been removed and the lock is hanging loosely by the hook. That makes my frown grow deeper and next thing I'm walking faster to see what's happening on the inside. The place is dark I would probably trip and fall if it isn't for the provision of midday light illuminating rather dimly into the open space by the extended half-glass walls on the other end of the bakery. My nose scrunches up a bit when I in
"He hasn't said much." I say sipping into the straw of my already almost empty smoothie cup while taking a stroll on the busy park of Granville. "I think he's still a bit traumatized." The dark skinned man beside me speaks up, equally sipping on his own cup of coffee as we walk side to side, stopping for a while by a bench and we watch for a moment. A young mother helping her kids down the slide as they giggle in so much excitement, screaming something about going again and again. She has a vibrantly contagious smile on her face it's like her lips are begging to be split in two judging by the wideness of her grin. The scenery strikes a warm feeling in my heart and I can't seem to take my eyes off them. "I mean...." I suck harder into the straw which supposedly is now making obvious noises to alert me that
My eyes twitch, the blur goes on for a few seconds and when I think I can finally fully open my lids, I welcome my vision with the sight of blinding florescent lights only to shut my eyes back. My head hurts. It feels like I've been run over by a truck when I start to feel the pain stretch from my head down to my arms, back and every bit of my limbs. "Fuck!" unconsciously the word falls out of my lips and I try to pull myself up only to get held down by a callused hand. slowly I reopen my eyes and try to adjust to the light, then I turn, my gaze resting on the huge chocolate brown hand resting gently on my arm. My gaze shifts, slowly trailing the face of the hand that rests on mine and my eyes are met with the dark ones of my father. It feels like compulsion but for some reason I can't seem to tear my gaze from his. I search his eyes and what I see in them makes my heart skip a little faster than it
Slowly and steady the clock ticks. Over and over again it goes, singing a steady rhythm to my ears it becomes almost like hypnosis. The only thing I have been able to focus on the entire forty-six hours I've been here. Twenty-two hours since I made that call to Kyle, an entire hour of physical torture from the aggravated cultists that decided to use me for boxing practice, and this time he was not interrupted, not by anyone and definitely not by the blonde dude..... this time he seemed to actually be enjoying it. I sit here by the corner of a wall, all beaten up and feeling useless, hoping dearly with every ticking of the clock that someone would show up to save me. But as the ticking stretched longer and longer by the second, my hopes began shutting down in correspondence to my eyelids.