AUSTIN'S POV
I couldn't help it when it came to him. With Kyle I never bred any reservations, whatever he got was the pure and unfiltered truth. And despite his reaction yesterday, I still keep to my words. He belongs to me, it was enough that he always hang out with those two friends of his, there was no way I was going to let him get close to that fucking guy. I could see right through him. I had stood outside that store and observed their interaction for a while before I went in. He's into Kyle and nothing can convince me otherwise. And hopefully he got the point yesterday and will stay out of our way. I don't know why Kyle acted so surprised. He knows me better than anyone so my reaction shouldn't have even fazed him. And I swear to God if I ever cross paths with the guy again my fists will most likely do the talking. Atleast when it came to Max and the girl, their relationship was strictly friendly. They weren't that much of a threat. I mean, I personally wish he wasn't that close with them but I wasn't that evil. I suppose I've grown since I was then because back then I wouldn't have even let them approach him. I was way more toxic and sensitive about such things back then.
" We're still on for tomorrow, right?" I asked. I had already confirmed with Miles. And I texted Jay a few days ago to tell him I was in. Our relationship was based purely on competitive rivalry. He particularly seemed to really like pushing my buttons and expecting some sort of reaction, but when it came to racing, I tried to keep things as professional as possible.
" You said it was gonna be from ten?"
I nodded. I wasn't used to competing during the day but I was actually excited about it. I was sure the experience would be different and refreshing.
" What am I supposed to do about the store? Chelsea said she'll also be attending the race so she's not an option. "
" Oh, right. I completely forgot she's dating that entitled guy. "
" His name's Dave, you're well aware of that. "
I shrugged. I did know his name. And I called him entitled because it was the pure truth. The guy took the term flashy to an entirely new level. I mean, my family wasn't that bad off either but I didn't really make it that obvious to everyone else. But five seconds of glancing at Dave and all you saw were dollar bills. Like his bikes for example. I heard he had a number of them and they were all extremely pricy. And he acted like those kids who grew up with butlers and shit, went to private schools and got their first cars before they even knew how to drive. I also believed in spoiling myself every now and then but no way in hell was I going to spend over three thousand dollars on a pair of shoes just because they were trending.
" What about -"
" Max and Kira? They can't, Max has to help his dad with something and Kira's gotta babysit her siblings. "
" Fuck! Don't open tomorrow then. What's the big deal?"
" I can't just do that, "
" What will you do then?"
" I'll think of something. Don't worry, I won't miss your race. "
I liked hearing things like that. I didn't want to put him in an uncomfortable position but I really wanted him there. After the last time he had watched me race, I suddenly felt as if he had to be present at each one of my future races. His work was important but missing one day wasn't going to hurt. We were walking down the hallway, and we walked past this girl that I had been keeping an eye on for a few weeks. She was also on my blacklist of people I didn't want around Kyle. I was great at detecting possible threats and was on a mission to eliminate them using whatever means necessary.She had been pinning something on the notice board but the second she saw us she stepped forward and blocked our way. She was pretty, I couldn't deny that. But on more than one occasion I had seen her throw Kyle some very dreamy glances that I was not happy with.
" Oh, hey Kyle!" She excitedly greeted, a bright smile on her face. She was just proving my theory to be correct. I was standing right there but she was acting as if I was in invisible. And whenever she did look at me, I always noted a dash of challenge in her stare. But I found it silly, nothing else. And it had nothing to do with the fact that she was a girl and Kyle was in love with me. In all honesty, I couldn't say with absolute certainty that Kyle was completely gay. Perhaps he was bisexual and had never had the opportunity to figure it out because he had grown fond and developed a bond with me while we had still been very young. I had taken up the space in his heart and so there was no way for him to know how he felt concerning others because he had been too invested in me. And he was also never going to find out because I would be his first and last.
" Jenna, how's it going?"
" I'm good. I'm actually glad that I ran into you. "
" Why?" Kyle asked.
" Yeah, why?" I repeated because I needed her to quit pretending she couldn't see me. And no offense to her but even if Kyle had been into girls, I doubt she would have been someone he was interested in. The thing about Kyle was that he had a type. She was cute and clearly liked colours, but she would have never had a chance with him. I could tell just by looking at her that she was the sort of person who always aimed to please more, that she did everything in her power to hold onto things that were really meaningful to her.
But Kyle was the type of person who needed someone a little hardheaded. Someone who would not be afraid to challenge him whenever they got the opportunity . I always believed that Kyle actually liked everything about me, even the things he claimed not to. Especially the things he claimed not to.
The girl looked up at me, her eyes narrowed for a second before she blinked everything away and offered me the most insincere smile ever, seriously, it was fake and there was no way to argue with that.
" I formed a Math's club, I'm still trying to finish things up first, so I decided to just ask you whether you'd wanna join?"
" He can't, " I replied in place of Kyle. He was likely planning on giving the same reply but I figured it would be much more effective if it came from me instead. I reached out and held his hand, locking our fingers together and waiting for Jenna to say whatever the hell she was planning on saying. The fact that she had the nerve to act like that when she knew Kyle and I were dating spoke volumes about how big of a threat she was. The entire school knew we were in a committed relationship. The students generally had three different reactions. There were the ones that were okay with it and cheered us on, there were those that held no thoughts on the issue and couldn't care less about what we did...and then there were the ones who were too narrow minded if I could say so myself.. For instance, the kids Kyle had run into the other day would fall into that category . Jenna most likely belonged to either the first or second part.
" This will look great on college applications, " she mentioned. She was really swift and subtle, but she knew exactly what she was doing. I couldn't believe I was mad at, and engaging in a contest with that little girl because of Kyle. Love really made you do some weird things. I looked at Kyle and saw a look of contemplation on his beautiful face. That was like a punch to my gut. I wanted him to do well academically speaking. And he always had. He just had one of those lovely brains that understood things faster and retained memory. I didn't.
" Can I think about it?" He asked Jenna but I shook my head and scoffed.
" No, you can't, " I seriously told him and he tightened his hold on my hand. His way of warning me against saying anything else. I vowed to myself that the next time she dared to approach and make any move towards Kyle while I was around I'd just ask her to stop and point out the fact that we were literally dating. It also occured to me that apart from Max and Kira, the other students thought Kyle and I had met when I moved there. So they assumed him and I had started our relationship just a few weeks into my admission there.
" I don't like her, " I said the second Jenna walked away, but she hadn't even gone two steps so she heard me, stopped and turned to glance at me with dislike masking her entire features. I raised a brow to ask her whether there was anything else she wanted. Kyle sighed defeatedly and pulled me along with him.
" We literally talked about this yesterday! "
" It's not my fault everyone want you."
" Let's just not get into this right now, I've got class...and so do you. "
" No I don't. "
He stopped and looked at me suspiciously, then he took out his phone and after some scrolling, he looked at me again.
" Yeah you do, History. "
I shrugged, then I told him I didn't feel like going, which was the truth. I could have tried and forced myself to attend the lesson but I didn't even have the energy to do so. And it's not like missing one lesson was going to affect me in anyway. I was still gonna fail regardless.
" That's not how school works, you have to go. "
" I won't. "
" My God! Why do I feel like the more time passes the more stubborn you get?"
The bell rang, and I was surprised when he asked me to escort him to class. I suppose he was too frustrated to keep on arguing with me. I would never understand where he got the strength to study as hard as he did. To think that some people actually enjoyed being in school was plain crazy. It would never make sense to me. I had already found what I wanted to do so I didn't see the point of going there every damn day. But Kyle was there and that was more than enough motivation. I would however ensure that highschool was the last educational establishment I was ever enrolled in. I had more than enough knowledge to sustain me, it might not have had to do with academics but it was still sufficient. And my dream was to become a professional racer. It was still a career, it still paid well and most importantly, it was something I actually enjoyed doing.
Classes were just depressing.
" Can I stay over tonight?" I asked him. I had already told my dad I'd be staying with him so he didn't have a choice but to say yes. Now that I knew his mom's thoughts and reactions, I felt more confident about staying at their place. I knew that certain aspects of her were very much the same, but in my opinion, she wasn't that bad. She didn't judge, and she was very much a free spirit. I liked that she was honest and said whatever she felt like. Of course there was a negative aspect of that but I chose to strictly focus on the positive.
" Nope, " was his clear one worded reply. He sounded pretty assertive about it as well,and when I looked at him, I saw the promise of a smirk on that lovely face.
Then he wrapped a hand around my nape and led me to one of the classrooms on the right, stopping at the entrance and not going in. I looked around and noticed why.
" But if you attend your class I might be willing to reconsider, " he said. He had basically tricked me into thinking I was escorting him when it was actually the other way round. He kept a hold on my jacket when I would have stepped back and attempted to walk away.
" I really don't wanna go in there, "
" I don't really care whether you want to or not, you have no choice. "
He had to step aside to let some students pass but he still kept maintained his hold on me. We argued for a while, and I would have given up had he not upped his blackmailing game.
" Then you can forget all about it, " he randomly said, and out of confusion I asked him what he was referring to. He gave me this little smile that was accompanied with a look of victory.
" IT, " he repeated.
I immediately became very aware of what he was referring to, and when I tried to think of a reply, I couldn't come up with any. In all earnesty, I knew he wasn't being completely serious, there was no way he'd be able to deprive himself of that specific aspect of our relationship. And even if he said I couldn't stay over, all I had to do was show up. It's not like he'd send me away, and if I did that then he would automatically seek closeness. Otherwise he'd just be making himself suffer for the sake of proving a point. But I gave in because I knew he wanted me to, and he had to get to class. I didn't want to be the reason he got there late.
" You're lucky I love you, " I dryly remarked as I walked past him and got into class, his soft laugh of victory behind me was the last sound I heard.
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One of the main reasons I wanted to stay over was so that we could just go straight to the race the following day. Miles was going to pick us up as usual and for safety reasons, I had left my bike with him. The distance from school to both the store and Kyle's place wasn't that big so we had just walked. We were at the moment in his room, his mom still wasn't around and we had already eaten at the store. It was more convenient that way and I also knew he had been hungry. Plus there was literally a restaurant across the street so it wasn't a hustle.
I was seated on his bed, watching him fold his laundry while watching some clips online. I had volunteered to help but he had shooed me away after I folded one shirt, saying that wasn't how it was supposed to be done and he didn't really have the time to teach me. So it was easier for him to do so himself.
" Khloe asked me to bring you over for lunch tomorrow, but I told her you were busy. Then she suggested we go on Sunday, "
" Your stepmom?"
I nodded. I had never liked to refer to her as such but there was no reason to make a big deal out of it. And the main reason I was opposed to it wasn't because I didn't like her or anything, it just felt weird. Mostly because she was really young.
" Do you wanna go?" I asked him and he stopped what he was doing to look at me.
" Do you?" He shot back.
Over the last week, my relationship with Khloe had noticably improved. I mean, we still weren't that close and I definitely didn't view her as my mum or anything, but we did talk more. Well, she talked to me more and I listened and replied whenever I was supposed to, but I had initiated conversation more than a few times. Something I had never used to do before. Perhaps that's why my dad was being weirdly nice to me. He had even found me idly watching a race on TV and joined me, then proceeded to engage in conversation concerning the race itself.
It had been one of the most uncomfortable situations I had ever been a part of. And through it I also got to realize that perhaps I was the problem. All that time all I had wanted to do was stand and walk away, or maybe award him with nothing but silence. But I hadn't done that.
" I do.. actually, " I confessed. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. If Kyle was there then I would be able to handle anything, that was something I was sure of. He went back to folding the laundry without saying a word, but two shirts later he sighed and turned to me again.
" Okay then, I'll go. "
It was surprising how he could make me so happy over the simplest of things.
" How much longer are you gonna take?! I'm cold, " I complained, placing my phone aside and lying on my back. The clothes weren't honestly that many, he was just too obsessed with being a perfectionist. And if I had to watch him fold the same piece of clothing more than twice just so it could meet his approval, I was going to go crazy.
" Just shove them in your closet and worry about them another day. "
" We can't all be as carefree as you are. "
" Then finish up tomorrow. "
" If your cold get under the blankets! "
" I want YOU!"
" You sound like a child having a tantrum, " he said while laughing, then he went on with his task and completely ignored my demand. I groaned my disapproval. I wasn't even kidding, it sounded silly but I desperately wanted him close, and the fact that he was only a few steps away was making it worse.
" You should just go to sleep, after this I'm gonna do some research, "
I immediately sat up, feeling like he was betraying me somehow. I couldn't even tell whether he was being serious or just messing with me. And I was about to seriously annoy him until he gave in when he put down the pair of jeans he was in the process of folding and walked over to the bed. Then he got on and with his hands on my shoulders, he pushed me back down.
" You're too distracting, " he complained, his voice low and his eyes glued to mine, then he got on top of me and openly smiled.
" My mum's not around this time, I confirmed it, " he said. And because I could very well understand what he meant, I switched our positions so that I was on top. He was everything to me, and nothing was more fulfilling than knowing he was well aware of that.
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