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Him And Me by Nobody: 2:44pm On Dec 14, 2014 |
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. |
Re: Him And Me by Nobody: 2:45pm On Dec 14, 2014 |
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 |
Re: Him And Me by Nobody: 2:55pm On Dec 14, 2014 |
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. |
Re: Him And Me by Nobody: 2:58pm On Dec 14, 2014 |
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. |
Re: Him And Me by Nobody: 3:01pm On Dec 14, 2014 |
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. |
Re: Him And Me by Nobody: 7:17am On Dec 15, 2014 |
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. |
Re: Him And Me by Nobody: 7:21am On Dec 15, 2014 |
*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. |
Re: Him And Me by Nobody: 7:23am On Dec 15, 2014 |
*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. ******************** ******************** ******************** ******************** ******************** ******** Thank you for reading! |
Re: Him And Me by Plaitex(f): 6:05pm On Dec 15, 2014 |
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Re: Him And Me by Nobody: 7:16am On Dec 16, 2014 |
Plaitex:thanks for following |
Re: Him And Me by Nobody: 7:26am On Dec 16, 2014 |
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. |
Re: Him And Me by Nobody: 7:30am On Dec 16, 2014 |
*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. |
Re: Him And Me by Nobody: 7:33am On Dec 16, 2014 |
*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. |
Re: Him And Me by Nobody: 7:37am On Dec 16, 2014 |
“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. ******************** ******************** ******************** ******************** ******************** ********* I know this chapter isn't much, and it could be tons better. That's all I can manage now though. Sorry for the mistakes, if there are any. Thank you so much to all the readers, and commentators haha. Please comment (but only if you want to!) Much love |
Re: Him And Me by amiablejudy(f): 7:40pm On Dec 16, 2014 |
Wow this work is great,Kudos dear but try and update frequently keep it up |
Re: Him And Me by vonn(f): 9:51am On Dec 17, 2014 |
Hmmmm......... Silently reading |
Re: Him And Me by Plaitex(f): 3:53pm On Dec 19, 2014 |
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