I'm standing in between Scott and Blake, and I know if I move an inch away, someone's going home with a broken nose or rib.
"What the fuck are you doing with this asshole?" Blake yells at the top of his lungs.
"He's my best friend, now buzz off!" I hiss.
"Best friend? Oh, okay. You always say that. I guess that's why he's allowed into your room when, I, your boyfriend, clearly isn't! I can't even get past your main door for crying out loud!" he snaps.
"What do you mean?" I ask him and he moves closer.
"Care to explain what Scott was doing in your room last night? Hmm? I heard you two laughing. You were laughing at his jokes, damn it!" he complains.
"He came to check on Snow!" I grit my teeth and roll my eyes at him. One by one people have started gathering around us.
"It's not snowing, Kyrah, stop messing around with my brain. I'm not stupid," Blake yells and Scott snorts.
Tyler laughs
Sunday.It's around 7PM."He told me he'd send a car to get us," I inform Scott and he looks surprised"Oh," he says. "I guess I won't be driving today then."He's is in a navy blue suit, and a white button down dress shirt. His hair looks better than ever and his shoes aren't boots, or sneakers. For all I know, people who wine and dine at Rosewood dress to impress, you can't go there looking like a homeless person or a gothic rock band member. Rosewood, is a place of class, a sophisticated restaurant, it only accommodates elegant people. I bet the Queen has been there once.Roxy is in a hot pink, bare-back silk dress that reaches above her knees. She's in wedges. The pink matches with the baby pink dye on the edges of her hair. She looks pretty and colorful.I chose a grey, off-shoulder dress that goes all the way down to my ankles and of course my Jimmy Choo strappy heels work the magic. The dress outlines my
"Hey, hasn't he replied yet?" Roxy asks, placing her flute on the table. I shrug. "Not yet. Let's wait for a couple of minutes," I sound nervous and worried. Another hour and a couple of minutes pass as we sit there. Scott came back from outside an hour ago and he's now on his phone too. He steals glances at me every minute. "Not to be rude or anything, but... Are you sure Blake's coming?" he questions. I tried calling him thrice but he didn't pick up. What should I tell my friends? That he stood us up? That he stood me up? Because this dinner thing happened because of me and I dragged them here thinking it would be a lovely, bubbly dinner of reconciliation. Reconciliation? Reconciliation my ass! He stood me up! It's 10PM already. "I don't think he's coming." Saying these words makes my heart feel crushed. "Let's go," I say, trying to ignore the tears stinging the back if my eyeballs.
Blake's POVAs I cross the room to grab my tie, my phone beeps. It's a friend, not Kyrah.*Where you at?*I text back immediately.*Home. I'll be heading out to Rosewood with my girl. I'll hit you up later*Then he replys back.*Cool*I spray cologne all over myself, I need to impress Kyrah, I need to make her want me more than anything. So I make sure I look fancier and delicious just for her.I can't wait to see her.Carla helped me with my hair and it looks glossier than ever, with a tendril seductively hanging lose on my forehead. I straighten up my black tuxedo as I check the time on my Rolex. It's 7PM, my driver should have picked them up by now.I want to make a grand entrance right after they have arrived. I was thinking of maybe the Orchestra playing a song for Kyrah or me walking in with a huge bouquet of red roses.I shake my head at the thought. The things people do
Once dinner is served, at the dining table everyone is laughing at Mr. Johnson's jokes except me. I want to smash my plate in his face to make him shut up. He's annoying, just like his wife and daughter.Right now I am seated next to Sabrina, eyeing my plate of mashed potatoes and chicken. I've been playing around with the fork instead of eating and Sabrina has been looking at me underneath low lashes.Under the table, her foot entwines with mine and I feel like throwing up. Without warning I slam my fists on the table and stand up, infuriated."What the hell is wrong with you?" I look at Sabrina, "All of you... Look at you, sitting here as if nothing ever happened. Trying to force things when it's clear nothing will ever be straightened out!" Everyone stares at me, "I'm done!" I take out my phone from my pocket and before I can type anything to Kyrah, my mother slams the device off my hand and it lands on the floor noisily."What
Roxy slams her fists on the coffee table. Her eyes scanning each and every one of us."You might be wondering why we called you here, first of all before I say anything else. You should know mama missed you," Roxy says and Tyler laughs."Come on, who wouldn't want to miss me?" Tyler asks.Maeve walks in right on time. We're in my kitchen, my mom won't be around for the rest of the day."Okay. As you all know we've been having trouble with Cruella and there seems to be someone who's telling her everything about Kyrah. If you're the mole, we're gonna find out. Sooner or later," Roxy states."Mole? You're making this sound like we're in the military or something like that," Tyler says.For a reason my eyes are on Jim. Why does he look so relaxed? I'm sure it's him. He's been acting weird lately and that's proof."Roxy just... Let me handle this." I stand next to her on the kitchen island. "Guys, one of
Tyler, Maeve, Scott and Roxy are watching me."What?" I whisper, grabbing a chair and sitting down."You were too hard on him," Maeve says, "I've known that boy for a long time. He's only got his grandparents and no one else. You just made him more feel more lonely," Maeve points out and her words hit me really hard like a basketball on my face.I rub my eyes in regret. Everything has changed. I have changed and I'm becoming worse by the minute. What kind of a person have I become?An ungrateful bitch. My subconscious reminds me."I'm sorry guys. I really am. I've been so harsh on all of you, thinking only about myself. I am a selfish brat. I just yelled at Jim and I don't even have clear proof that he's the traitor. Maybe I am wrong, maybe I am going crazy or something. All of this drama is driving me nuts!" I throw my hands aimlessly in the air.As I look around me, I realize that these people right in front of me a
"Kyrah please, wait. Just talk to me," Blake begs, trying to catch up with me, but I won't allow it. I start running. Fast! I can hear his fast steps behind me. Then he manages to get past me and I stop immediately, turning to where I came from, ready to run away but he pulls me into his hard chest and his arms secure me tightly."Leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you." I struggle in his arms, I am pushing him so hard but he won't move. He refuses to let me go. "Do you know that I can scream for help and you'd get in a lot of trouble? Let me go, now!" He loosens his grip on me but doesn't completely release me."I just need to talk. Please," he begs again. I can feel his warm breath on my face. His touch feels unfamiliar now."You've got five minutes," I say through gritted teeth and he lets me go. He stays quiet for a while, looking at me."Four minutes! Time's ticking," I speak while tapping one foot on the ground impatiently."
On our way I feel happy, with the window down and air blowing gently on my face. Vic is busy on his phone for nearly half the journey."Someone's giving my little brother sleepless nights, aye? Who is she?" I tease."None of your business." He blushes and looks out the window."Come on! You've barely said a word since we left and you've been on your phone for hours. Spill it!" I grin at him and he shrugs."Wren–""Ofcourse it's Wren." I smack the steering wheel while chuckling. "I knew it. When she showed up that day, you haven't been the same.""So have you. I saw how you drool when you look at Kye," Vic chuckles."Stop that! I don't drool. I mean, who does that?" I ask and he laughs."Roxy and Kye, sitting in a tree,K. I. S. S. I. N. G. First comes love..." his deep voice sounds very weird while he's singing such a childish song. I regret starting this topic now.&n