Kayla Johnson has lived
a good high school life.
She is relatively liked by
everyone, and she tries
to be nice and civil to
everyone in return.
Besides with Tyler
Simmons, Kayla has
never found true
friendship though. When
a certain green-eyed
boy ruffled her feathers
the first day he set
foot on her school, the
ice princess inside her
surfaced. Colby Mariano
is an arrogant, full-of-
himself badass. That's
what Kayla thought.
Then they had to spend
a considerable amount
of time together, much
to Kayla's dismay. What
she didn't realize was
Colby Mariano might be
a person who can offer
genuine friendship,
maybe even more.
We had always been
the best of friends.
Him and me.
We had been there for
each other through
everything-- failed
exams, shitty auditions,
bad hair days. We both
preferred Triple H over
The Undertaker. We
both liked Doritos over
Lays. We both liked
dipping our Pringles (and
any chip for that
matter) in our glasses
of Coke. We loved the
same kind of music. We
both loved star gazing
and people watching.
The list went on.
I'd help him solve a
Math problem, and he'd
help me with my guitar
skills. I'd help him with
an essay in English, and
he'd help me with
basketball. I'd help him
write a song for a girl
he's pining for at a
particular moment, and
he'd help me by treating
me to Dairy Queen and
buying me a box of ice
cream sandwiches.
In short, we were each
other's lifelines.
He'd seen me at my
best-- all dolled up with
curled hair, make up and
wearing a fabulous
dress. He'd also seen
me at my worst-- hair
tangled, unwashed
face, smelling funky in
my old oversized shirt
with all its holes at the
hem. I had also seen
him at his best and
worst. I had to say I
pull both looks better (I
swear to God).
We had always been
the best of friends.
Him and me.
I had always known I
loved him dearly as a
friend. My best friend.
I had just never realized
how much I was in love
with him.
This is the story.
Our story.
The story of him and
me.

Yes, there is love in this
story, and romance, but
above all it centers on
friendship between two
people. If you like the
stories with hasty kind
of relationships, then
I'm sorry, but you'll find
this one to be just not
that. Still, you can read
it and give it a chance,
and if you don't like it,
then you don't. If you
do, then you are the
most awesome,
fabulous person on the
planet
Much love to all! <3

The story of him and
me. I would’ve said the
story of us because it
sounds cooler, but that
would be stealing a title
of a movie. Or was it a
book? Well, whatever.
Mmmm, where do I
begin? Well, I guess
you'd say, "Start from
the beginning." So I shall.
Okay, so maybe we
have not always been
the best of friends. In
fact, I sort of loathed
him the first time I met
him. He was arrogant
and full of himself. He
thought he was the
best thing that ever
graced the earth since
blueberry cheesecake
and rainbows.
It started one day in
May, last year, our
junior year. There was
talk of a new guy
coming in. See, I’d never
been one for gossip, like
the rest of the school
population was but I
was kind of curious to
see what the new kid
would be like. I thought
of which clique he would
belong to. Would he be
the tragic nerd that
worshipped books and
libraries? Would he be
the jock that
worshipped a football
as if it’s the best thing
that existed (the next
things being booze,
girls, and hot dogs)? Or
would he be a kid who
does not fit in
anywhere—an
outsider? A loser,
perhaps?
I might sound like a
bitch, but I am not one.
Okay, I can be one, but
not like the bitchy, girly
girl divas at school that
do their bitch routines
directed at a poor
“student of the
month,” or so they say.
I was actually a cross
between a bitch and a
nerd—a nertch? (See
I’m super funny too). I
did well in school, I was
on top of my class, but
I’m not exactly
classified as a nerd. I
support the school’s
sports team, I cheer for
them in the sidelines,
but I’m definitely not
the giddy-always-have-
a-smile-that-looks-like-
my-face-will-split-in-
two-cheerleader type. I
guess I was one of
those people in school
which is actually well
liked by everyone (or at
least treated okay by
everyone, or someone
some people don’t give
a damn about at all).
Yes even the bitchy girly
girl divas do not do their
bitch routines at me.
This sure made high
school life a little bit
easier. That, and the
fact that I try to be
nice and civil to
everyone.
When he came in that
day though, the ice
princess in me decided
to show herself.
The class was quiet, as
usual, because of Mr.
Solis. He’s our
Chemistry teacher, also
known as the walking
sleeping pill. And
surprise, surprise, half
the class was asleep. I
was having a hard time
staying awake as well
as he drone on about
the isoelectric point.
Suddenly, the door
burst open and in came
a tall, tanned, very good
looking guy. He strutted
inside the room,
seemingly not noticing
Mr. Solis who had
stopped babbling and
was staring at the new
kid. Mr. Solis cleared his
throat and said, “You
must be—“
“Colby. Colby Mariano.”
Voice as smooth as silk
and as deep as the
cliffs I’ve went to last
summer diffused into
the room. I thought I
heard several girls
swooned. Some people
drooled. Well that was
probably due to them
sleeping earlier in class. I
settled on rolling my
eyes and then focused
on the star curved onto
my desk. I love stars.
Mr. Solis replied, “Well,
Mr. Mariano, welcome to
River High. Would you
like to tell a little bit
more about yourself to
the class?”
“They know my name,
what else is there to
know?” My eyes
snapped back up to the
tall guy standing in
front of the room. I
narrowed my eyes
slightly. I could tell this
guy is one arrogant
dude. I could also
already feel the girls in
the class thinking what
a cool dude he was, and
the guys thinking what
a show off he was. I
could practically hear
their thoughts as they
sat up straight in their
seats, fully awake now.
Mr. Solis sighed. I guess
after being in the
academe for nearly 30
years, he was used to
these kinds of kids. He
was most definitely
used to kids sleeping in
his class. He just said,
“Very well Mr. Mariano.
Please go find a seat
then.”
Colby Mariano scanned
the room with his deep
green eyes. His dark hair
was messy, yet it fell
into his eyes perfectly.
My eyes were still on
him. Not a jock, most
definitely not a nerd.
Not a loser either. An
outsider, maybe. Or
antisocial. I was already
thinking that he was
the “I-don’t-care-I’m-a-
badass” type of guy.

I could feel the slight
tension in the room as
girls scooted forward in
their seats, maybe
trying to send Colby
Mariano a telepathic
message to take a seat
next to them, or at
least near them. His
eyes stopped scanning
the room. He was
probably going to sit at
the very back row and
sleep, I thought. Or do
whatever else
badasses do. Like be
indifferent and throw
idiotic comments every
once in a while and er,
well, be badass.
He suddenly turned his
head toward my
direction and his green
eyes met my grey ones.
I could understand why
the girls swooned at
the sound of his voice,
but his eyes were, well
they were more than
drool worthy. But Kayla
Johnson was not one to
drool, especially over an
arrogant badass. He
held my gaze as a small
smirk played on the
corners of his (very
attractive) mouth. He
then walked to my
direction, never breaking
the gaze, the small
smirk still on his face. I
was never to back
down on a challenge, so
I held my gaze as well,
as I felt my eyes
narrow and a small
scowl present itself on
my face.
He took the seat next
to mine, sliding into it
like fluid, momentarily
breaking our staring
match. I guess my
assumption that he
would love to take the
seat on the back row of
the room was incorrect,
seeing that I was
seated at the front
row. I could also feel
the girls’
disappointment as their
telepathic messages did
not work. No career for
them in the telepathy
business.
Mr. Solis was back to
discussing whatever he
was discussing as Colby
Mariano turned his body
toward me. He then
placed his chin on his
hands as he looked at
me. I, on the other
hand, had decided to try
to listen to Mr. Solis. I
could fully concentrate
on Mr. Solis while having
the new kid stare a hole
at my face. I could feel
gazes at my back as
well, probably jealous
and maybe even angry
stares. They definitely
helped me in
understanding the
walking sleeping pill.
Note the sarcasm.
I tried really hard to
ignore Colby Mariano,
but he was starting to
get on my nerves. I
finally snapped my head
toward him and gave
him my best death
glare. He, in turn, just
stared amused.
Amused. What the.
I'm a person who's
easily annoyed and
guess what? I was
freaking annoyed. And
yeah, that's the
understatement of the
century.
“What?” I whispered,
not hiding the
annoyance in my voice.
“What what?” He
replied, still staring at
me with that amused
glint in his eyes.
“Stop staring,” I hissed.
He did look cute with his
black long sleeved shirt
hugging his upper body
and those jeans and
beat-up red Chuck
Taylors, and his hair
framing his eyes and
face, but that did not
make him any less
annoying.
“Why?” He tilted his
head to one side as his
smirk grew wider.
“Because it’s creepy,” I
snapped, fighting the
urge to poke his eyes
out with my pen. I
wouldn’t want to ruin a
perfectly good pen, oh
no.
“What’s so creepy
about it?” He whispered
in that low (and sexy)
voice of his, a teasing
glint evident in his tone.
I raised my eyebrows
at him, feeling
incredulous. Really? He
was asking me why
staring is creepy? And
why did his voice held a
teasing tone? We didn’t
even know each other.
Heck, he didn’t even
know my name. He
knew nothing about
me, and yet he was
acting like we knew
each other.
“You don’t think it’s
creepy that you’re
practically boring a hole
in my face with your
staring? Plus, it’s
disrespectful. I’m trying
to listen to the lecture
here,” I whispered back
angrily.

He chuckled a little. He
has a nice laugh. Okay
you should not be
thinking about how nice
his laugh was Kayla.
“You know you like me
looking at you,” he said,
wiggling his eyebrows.
My eyes widened and
my mouth dropped
open. Can this guy be
more arrogant and full
of himself? He might
have a nice laugh, and
his eyes were to die
for, but still. What a
prick!
“Yes, I like you looking
at me so much that I’d
very much like to poke
your eyes out,” I said
sarcastically, my hands
clenching into fists.
He shook his head, the
amusement never
leaving his face. “Just
admit it, babe.”
My nostrils flared at the
mention of babe. My
clenched fist tightened,
and I turned to him
with fire in my eyes.
“Babe? Babe?!” I said
through gritted teeth.
“Do I look like a piglet to
you?”
He opened his mouth
about to say
something, but then
the bell rang, cutting
him off. I quickly shove
all my belongings into
my bag and stood up. I
shot another death
glare at the living
pompous bag, and I
was out the door in a
flash. Marathon runners
would be proud.
I stalked down the hall
fuming as I head to my
locker. Colby Mariano
was not only the
badass type; he was
the arrogant, annoying
badass type. He was
also a flirt, and a player.
He was full-of-himself
and annoying. He could
surely make anybody’s
day be ruined first thing
in the morning.
What a charmer.

Episode 2
I made my way through
the hall, my blond
ponytail bopping behind
me. A few students
smiled at me as I
passed them, and I
forced back a smile. It
took a considerable
amount of effort as I
was still freaking
annoyed by a certain
creeper by the name of
Colby Mariano.
I finally reached my
locker. Spinning my lock
combination, I popped it
open and shoved my
heavy chemistry book
inside. I tried to psych
myself up as I took out
my calculus notebook. I
thought I might not
have any classes with
the creeper anymore. I
was not that cruel to
have more than one
class with him. Or was
I? I stopped and
thought of every cruel
thing I did the past
year.
Deep in thought, I
stared intently at my
open locker. There was
the time when I
squeezed toothpaste
into my older brother
Matthew’s boxers. Well
he told his best friend
Josh that I had a crush
on him, so the
toothpaste in the
boxers was definitely
justified. Then there
was the time where I
cut off a part (okay, a
chunk) of Matthew’s
hair. It was an accident,
really. See I was aiming
for a particular part of
his eyebrows when he
just had to move and I
snipped off a piece
(chunk) of his precious
hair. Come to think of it,
Matthew has been a
target of my cruelty for
the past year. I love my
brother really, but
sometimes he’s such a
pain in the butt. And
playing pranks on him
was fun. Oh damn I had
been cruel!
I was so focused on
ticking off my cruel
doings I didn’t notice
anyone standing near
me until there was a
sound of someone
clearing his throat, right
behind me. My heart
accelerated at the
sound, and I whirled
around, in the process
making that someone’s
face come in contact
with my thick ponytail.
“Jeez Kayla, I don’t eat
hair you know.”
My eyes narrowed
slightly. “It’s not my
fault that you’re
standing so close behind
me. You just can’t stay
away, can you Ty?”
Tyler snorted. "Yeah
right. As if, Kay." He
rolled his eyes before
looking at me. "What
were you doing
anyway? Did you
somewhat find your
life's purpose inside
your locker to be looking
at it the way you were
looking at it?"
I rolled my eyes in
response before turning
around, making sure my
long ponytail hit Tyler
again in the face and
closed my locker shut.
"Damnit Kay, you got
me in the eye!" Tyler
whined. Sure enough,
him rubbing one of his
baby blues irritably was
the sight that greeted
me when I turned to
face him. Like I could
really hit his eye. He
was tall enough for my
ponytail to only hit him
in the nose, at most. I
certainly didn't swing
my ponytail that high. If
I did I'd have a
headache right now.
"Oh man up Simmons," I
replied, stuffing my
calculus notebook in my
bag. I looked over at Ty,
hands on my hips. Tyler
Simmons is one of my
closest friends. He's
definitely one of the
people I feel most
comfortable with at
school. His floppy blond
hair and bright baby
blues make him look
super cute and adorable.
Too bad he acts like a
twelve year old
sometimes. Okay, most
of the time.
"I am a man!" Tyler
whined again as he
crossed his arms over
his chest. See what I
mean?
I looked at him with a
raised eyebrow, and he
scoffed. "Fine, fine, I'll
stop whining. Let's just
get to class."
At least he admitted he
was whining. And as
much as Tyler acting
this way annoyed me, I
was grateful for the
distraction his childish
acts provided.
With that, we walked
to our Calculus
classroom. Ty hated
Calculus, but I loved it. I
mean, derivatives and
integrals. What was
there not to love? And
no, I'm not being
sarcastic, this is
serious.
And seriously, I was
hoping to not have
another class with
Colby Mariano.
Taking my seat beside
Tyler, I waited and
watched as student
after student piled into
the classroom. I
drummed my fingers
against my desk,
feeling a bit restless.
Finally the bell rung, and
Mrs. Pines walked in. No
sign of the creeper yet,
but it wasn't until we
reached about a fourth
of the time that I felt
really relaxed. No Colby
Mariano for second
period. There is a God.

*continues*
The day zoomed past
and soon it was lunch. I
had not had an
encounter with creep-o
since first period
Chemistry, which was a
good sign. Now a major
concern of mine was to
fill my already
complaining stomach.
Boy was I hungry.
I usually had lunch with
Tyler, but he had some
essay for English
Literature that he had
to write. Typical Ty,
cramming the last
possible minute.
Sometimes though he
just uses his baby blues
to get him out of
things. Like last year,
when we had art
together. We were
supposed to carve
something out of a bar
of soap. Ty forgot to
hand in his assignment,
and with the teacher
being a substitute and a
young woman, Ty just
opened his baby blues
really wide and made up
an excuse of his
masterpiece being used
for his dog's bath by
accident. Poor teacher
immediately sucked into
those blue depths. Ty
didn't even own a dog.
His literature teacher
was a balding old man
though, so I was sure
the baby blues won't
work this time.
I opened the door to
the cafeteria and
immediately went over
to the line. I needed
food. Any food. I
needed to be fed. You
get the point.
Finally I got my turn and
loaded my tray with
food (well only the
edible looking ones).
After paying I turned
and scanned the area
for a free table. Now I
don't usually have a
problem of finding a
table during lunch. Like
I've mentioned before, I
was treated fairly well
by everyone. My eyes
fell to the center
tables-- the popular
tables. All the jocks,
cheerleaders, and the
cool kids take the
tables at the center.
I've sit there a few
times, having been
invited by Cynthia
Masters, my
cheerleader friend. My
eyes dragged
themselves to the far
right, where the nerds
flock. To the left, there
were goths, emos and
skater punks. I shook
my head.
The cafeteria. High
school had never been
pictured so perfectly.
"Kay! Over here!"
My eyes snapped back
to the center tables.
Cynthia was smiling and
waving like a
madwoman, motioning
for me to come sit at
her table. I smiled in
return and made my
way toward her. I
guess I was eating
with the populars
today.
I walked over to where
Cynthia and a couple of
other cheerleaders
were seated, clutching
the tray in my hand. In
their table also sat Kyle
Pennington, the school’s
star basketball player,
along with other jocks
on the basketball team.
Go figure. Kyle’s a nice
guy though, as far as I
knew.
I sat down on a chair
next to Cynthia.
Dropping my tray
carefully on the table, I
smiled at everyone
saying “Hey guys!” The
universal greeting. Or so
I think.
A chorus of hey’s
followed. Cynthia, who
was the one who called
me over, started to talk
to the person next to
her (which was
obviously not me).
Typical Cynthia. I
whistled quietly. The
jock beside me stood up
excusing himself, and
when I looked to my
right, Kyle was there.
“Hey Kayla,” he said in a
friendly tone, flashing
his set of pearly whites.
To have teeth that
white should be a crime
in my book. I would've
shielded my eyes, but
that would be impolite.
“Hey Kyle,” I smiled
back. “How’s basketball
going?”
He shrugged then
placed his hands on the
table. “So far, so good,”
was all he said. His
brown hair was cut
short and his chocolate
brown eyes held their
usual sparkle. That was
one of the things I
noticed immediately
about Kyle. His eyes
actually sparkled. My
eyes were about as
sparkly as gravel. How
unfair was that?
His hands began a
drumming pattern
against the table,
slightly rattling my tray
of food. I picked up a
fry and ate, nodding my
head. “That’s good,” I
said after I swallowed
my fry.

*Continues*
“Yup,” he said.
“Practices are getting
more brutal every day.”
He actually sounded
enthusiastic about it.
Yeah brutal practices,
how delightful. I just
smiled and nodded my
head some more. I
gestured at my food, a
silent question for Kyle
if he minded if I started
to eat. He smiled and
shook his head, still
drumming his hands
against the table. “Go
ahead,” he said. “You
look like you’re
starving.”
“Whatever gave you
that idea?” I asked with
a laugh. A fork in my
hand, I started to
attack my spaghetti
and meatballs.
Cynthia finally turned to
me with a big smile on
her face. “Kayla! I just
have the most fabulous
news!” Her blue-grey
eyes were shining.
“You’re getting a new
car?” I asked between
bites. Kyle was still
sitting beside me, and
although he was still
focused on perfecting
the art of table
drumming, I could feel
his curiosity regarding
Cynthia’s fabulous
news.
“No silly,” Cynthia said.
“That would be
awesome though,” she
said dreamily, probably
thinking about a shiny
new pink convertible.
Then her face looked
focused again.
“Anyway, the new guy
is in my history class,
and he is absolutely
gorgeous!” She gushed,
flipping her black hair
over her shoulder.
I paused in mid bite,
feeling an eye roll on the
way. See, as much as I
was okay with hanging
out with the populars,
sometimes I couldn’t
handle all the gushes
and swoons. And
heaven forbid the
squeals and squeaks.
Especially when it was
about hot guys. I stole
a sideways glance at
Kyle and saw him rolling
his eyes. I almost
giggled. Guess I was not
alone in this.
When my mind fully
understood what she
said, my eyes
narrowed. She had said
the new guy right?
Which meant…
“His name is Colby
Mariano,” Cynthia
continued. “He is so
sexy!”
Oh crap.
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Episode 3
Listening to Cynthia talk
and gush about Colby
Mariano was like music
to my ears. Oh yes, it
was like bad rap music
that almost made my
ears bleed, or a cat's
nails against a
chalkboard. I tried really
hard to block her voice
and to not listen, but
when Cynthia Masters
talked, you have no
choice but to listen. She
would get in your face
and annoy the crap out
of you. What made the
situation worse was
that her cheerleader
friends all joined in the
talk, asking questions
like how hot Colby
Mariano was,
commenting on how
sexy his name sounded,
why he moved here to
Chicago, etcetera. I was
surprised they had not
yet caught a glimpse of
the "hot piece of man
meat" (Cynthia's words,
not mine). Their hot guy
radar must be broken or
something. Kyle and the
other jocks tried to cut
in to get them to stop
talking, but it was no
use—they were
absolutely no match
against the
cheerleaders. Why they
even tried, I had no idea.
So when the bell rang,
signaling lunch’s end, I
felt sheer happiness
flooded my whole being.
I stood up, and with
Cynthia blurting out
“He’s a god!” one more
time (she said that
about fifty times
already), she sprang up
her seat and gave me a
hug. I rolled my eyes as
I hugged her back. Last
time I checked Cynthia
didn’t even believe in a
god. I waved to the
other people at the
table, and proceeded to
walk to my next class.
I barely made it out of
the cafeteria when I
heard someone called
out my name.
“Kayla!”
I turned and saw Kyle
jogging towards me. I
raised my eyebrows.
“Hey, Kyle. This isn’t
the way to your class,
is it?” I asked while
adjusting the strap of
my bag on my shoulder.
He was a junior too, but
I had not once seen him
walk this way after
lunch time.
He shook his head and
fell on a step beside me.
“Nope,” he said. His
right hand clutched a
notebook while his left
was inside his jeans
pocket. I noticed how
his strides were slow
and sure, but very
confident. It was so
manly, I thought.
“You have some
business with the
principal?” I asked. We
were going to pass the
office to my next class
anyway.
Kyle smiled and shook
his head again. “Nope,”
was again his reply,
popping the "p."
I looked up at him, my
eyebrows scrunched
together in confusion.
“Okay…” my voice
trailed off. Now I
understood why Tyler
sometimes calls me
Tiny. My five-foot-three
frame was
comparatively small to
Kyle’s six-foot-two. I
felt like a midget
walking next to him.
See I never really
thought I was “tiny.”
Yes Tyler was taller
than me, but he was
just around five-foot-
ten or so, so I never
really felt that small.
Well now… What a
revelation.
Kyle let out a chuckle.
“Why, can’t I walk you
to class?” He asked
looking back at me with
his pearly whites in
view, eyes all sparkly.
How his head was
nodded down to look at
me cemented that fact
that yes, I was short.
Plus for every stride of
his long legs, I'd have to
take three steps. Curse
them long legs.
I just shrugged, but
deep inside I couldn’t
help but feel surprised.
“You’re going to be
late,” I pointed out as I
pulled on my ponytail,
tightening it. “Plus I am
perfectly capable to
getting to class by
myself, unharmed and
in one piece.”
You could just imagine
my mortification when I
tripped over my untied
shoelaces, right after I
said those words.
What a perfect
moment for my clumsy
side to surface.
Luckily Kyle caught my
shoulders before my
face becomes friendly
with the floor. His grip
on my shoulders were
firm, but it did not hurt
that much. I was sure
that falling flat on my
face on the floor was
going to hurt much
much more than a firm
grip of humongous
hands on my shoulders.
“You okay?” He asked,
concerned. He was
trying to stifle a laugh
though, and my face
was now burning with
embarrassment. He
loosened his hold on my
shoulders, his palms
just resting gently over
them.

*continues*
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I
answered quickly. I
must be as red as the
reddest thing in the
world right now. I
turned away from Kyle,
started to walk again
and stopped to stoop
down and tie my
shoelaces, and walked
again. I could feel Kyle’s
eyes on my back,
watching my
movements. He
probably was shaking
with silent laughter as I
was wishing for the
ground to open up and
swallow me whole.
Normally I wouldn’t
really care about what
other people thought,
but for cheese’s sake! I
almost made out with
the floor! And of course
I just had to do that
when a good looking
guy was walking me to
class. Sometimes I
think I have an alter ego
whose sole purpose in
life was to embarrass
me.
I applauded him (in my
head, of course)
because he was able to
walk me to my class
without laughing his
butt off. If it was Tyler
that was with me, he
would also not let me
fall flat on my face, but
sure as hell he’d be
laughing his way to
oblivion.
“Thanks,” I muttered,
avoiding looking at Kyle
as I walked quickly
inside my music class. I
was already seated
when Kyle’s head
popped through the
door. His eyes scanned
the room and when
they landed on me, he
smiled.
“See you later, Kayla,”
Kyle called out as he
lifted his hand, giving
me a small wave. He
then turned to leave. I
bet he was going to
sprint to his next class
now. Being a basketball
player that wouldn’t be
a problem for him I
guess. Slightly lost in
my thoughts, I didn't
notice some of the girls
in class giving me
jealous stares.
That was when I
turned slightly to my
right and saw a girl
giving me the evil eye. I
snapped out of my
thoughts. Really? How
many jealous and angry
stares would I get
today? First with Mr.
Creep-o, then now with
Kyle. I shook my head
and rested my chin on
my hands, turning away
from evil eye girl. Luckily
Mr. Reese, one of my
favorite professors,
walked in. That broke
the spell of the jealous
stares as my
classmates started
ogling the extremely
attractive teacher in
front of the class.
Thank you, Mr. Reese.
* * * *
Less my meeting with
creep-o, my extremely
graceful move that
involved acrobatics with
my shoelaces, and the
jealous stares, the rest
of the day was quite
uneventful. And I only
had that creep-o (yes,
that was my nickname
for Colby Mariano now)
as a classmate for first
period. I could live with
that, I guess. I was
leaning against Tyler’s
car, waiting for the
doofus to arrive. He
was my ride for the
whole week as my car
was at the shop. Engine
problems.
I closed my eyes as a
breeze flew by, lifting
my ponytail slightly and
making me shiver. My
eyes still closed, I
started to hum Fix You
by Coldplay quietly, one
of my most favorite
songs in the whole
entirety of the universe.
I opened my eyes a
few seconds later, still
humming. Suddenly my
humming stopped and I
let out a small screech.
Standing in front of me
was Kyle, a soft smile
on his face. I felt my
cheeks begin to redden
as I remembered my
incident earlier in the
day. Kyle seemed to
have forgotten about it
though, being all smiles.
I lifted the corner of my
mouth slightly in an
attempt to smile, my
cheeks flaming still.
“Hey,” I said. Well, more
like squeaked. I winced
slightly and cleared my
throat. Please, alter ego
whose sole purpose in
life was to embarass
me, don't show your
horns now.
“You hum well,” Kyle
commented. “And nice
song choice.”
I raised my eyebrows
and smiled for real, alter
ego forgotten. “You like
Coldplay?”
He walked and stood
beside. He chuckled.
“Who doesn't? And Fix
You is one of my
favorite songs.”
“Mine too!” I chirped,
smiling widely. He
smiled back and said,
“Awesome.” He leaned
into Tyler's car as well,
and as he did, his arm
brushed against mine
slightly. The contact
made me smile, it was
a nice feeling.

*continues*
"So," Kyle started,
breaking the silence,
"got any plans for the
weekend?" He dragged
one sneaker-cladded
foot across the
pavement, his eyes
following the direction
of his foot.
I let out a breath. I
didn't even realize it
was Friday already. "No,
none yet. Probably just
stay at home and
watch movies, pig out
with my mom," I
replied. "How about
you?"
Kyle shrugged and with
a grin said, "Basketball."
We shared a
comfortable silence
after, just standing
beside each other, until
I noticed Tyler has yet
to show up. Where the
heck was that idiot? I
bent forward to look
past Kyle at the
school’s front door. No
sign of the slowpoke. I
wondered what was
taking him so long.
Kyle cleared his throat
as I leaned back against
Ty’s car. He patted the
car’s hood, “Isn’t this
Simmons’s car? You
waiting for him?”
“Yep,” I answered.
“He’s my ride for today
and next week. My car’s
rebelling against me
right now.”
He nodded. “I see,” he
said. He looked like he
was about to say
something, but then a
loud whistle cut him
short. Our heads turned
to the direction of the
sound, and behold, the
world’s biggest mistake
was making his way
toward us. Okay I
should really stop calling
Ty names. After all, he
was kind enough to
drive me around. Of
course he complained
(and whined) for about
ten minutes before
finally agreeing. And of
course me buying him
pizza was part of the
deal.
Kyle was the first one
to greet Tyler.
“Simmons,” he said
with a nod. Typical guy
greeting.
“Pennington,” Tyler
nodded back. As he
reached his car, he
turned to me and said,
“You ready to go Kay?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ve
been ready forty three
years ago,” I muttered
sarcastically.
Tyler rolled his eyes
back at me. “I didn’t
know you were that
old. And I’m here now,
aren’t I?”
Kyle shifted his feet
awkwardly, his hands
shoved into his front
pockets. “Well, I’ll go
ahead then,” he said.
“You guys be careful on
the way home. Later
Simmons.” He nodded
again at Tyler and lifted
his back from the car
before turning to me
with a small smile. “I’ll
see you next week,
Kayla.”
“Yeah, see you. Take
care on the way home
too,” I replied. With
that, Kyle walked away
toward his car. Tyler
just watched the whole
thing with a bored
expression, twirling his
keys in his right index
finger. Once Kyle was
out of the earshot, I
glared at Tyler.
“Where the heck were
you?” I asked irritably
while I walked over the
passenger’s side of the
car. “And what was up
with the rude display
just now?”
Tyler was already
opening the driver’s side
door, and upon hearing
my question, his
eyebrows shot up. He
looked at me with
narrowed eyes. “What
rude display?”
I sighed as I popped the
car door open and
slipped inside, Tyler
following my actions.
“You acted as if Kyle
was not even here a
moment ago.”
“I greeted him,” he
mumbled as he started
the car and maneuvered
his way out of the
parking lot. “Why were
you hanging out with
him anyway?”
“He’s a friend, sort of,”
I answered, still
irritated. “You don’t
have to like him, but
you could’ve acted even
slightly friendly.” It
wasn’t in Tyler’s
character to be rude.
Tyler didn’t answer. He
just kept quiet and kept
driving the whole ten
minutes until he pulled
to a stop in front of my
house. Once he hit the
brakes, he let out a
breath, which stopped
me from opening my
door.

“Got something to say
now, Ty?” I asked, one
eyebrow raised at him.
“He’s bad news, Kay,”
he muttered, glaring out
the windshield. “He’s
not as nice as he seems
to be.” I rolled my eyes. How many times have I
heard this speech? I
swear to God, Tyler
was worse than my
dad. Well, when my dad
was still alive anyway.
And he never got to
play that
overprotective, scary
dad part. Now I'm
beginning to think that
Tyler was going for
some kind of
replacement daddy
award. And he was
barely eighteen years
old. "You do realize that
you've said that about
all the other guys that
you've seen me hang
around with, right?" I
said. He shot me an
annoyed look and I
fought the urge to roll
my eyes again.
"I'm sure about this
one, Kay," he said firmly. "Just be careful around him." "Fine fine," I muttered, just to get him to shut up. He had never been right, not even once, with all these judgements he put on guys that talk to me. Plus, I just really want to go inside my house and change into comfy sweats and my
favorite comfy shirt. He
seemed to relax at
what I said, so I thanked him for the ride and climbed out of the car. I was already
halfway to my front
door when Tyler called
my name. I turned
around, eyebrows
raised. "Tomorrow. I want pepperoni!" Tyler yelled through his car's open window. And with that, he drove off.
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I know this chapter
isn't much, and it could
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all I can manage now
though. Sorry for the
mistakes, if there are
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