Chapter 5
1150 Words
[Brianna's POV]
Somehow, I felt like I was being possessed by my old self tonight. I was heavily drunk from Kent's familiar scent surrounding me.
The wind blew against my face, blanketing me with the coldness, and I could only take shelter with the warmth of his back. If this had happened two years ago, I wonder if I would have made him realize what I really feel for him through this moment. I tightened my hold around his waist, my whole upper body completely plastered all over his hard-muscled back. Kent Knight said nothing about it though, even when I could feel him getting uncomfortable under my touch.
He must really feel burdened by the way we were sitting too close to each other like this. Well, he can suffer through it now for all I care. This was his own doing and fault, anyway. He was the one who forced me to ride the bike with him.
"You kidding me right now?" I suddenly felt his skin vibrating through his shirt when he had spoken up over the noise of his motorbike. My short hair flapped against the aggressive wind as he increased the speed. He muttered those words like a soft-spoken question to me, but I did not bother to answer him back. I tried not to think and hear anything else. I just focused more on the comfort of his body, wishing this feeling would last forever.
But as if completely ruining the moment, the bike started to slow down, and I was immediately brought back to the present again. Disappointment. That was what I felt when Kent had suddenly stopped the engine and moved around, removing my hands from his waist at the same time. Turning around, he glanced at me and raised a brow.
"We're here," he stated the obvious while he removed the helmet from his head, sighing heavily. I just scowled back. Way to make it unbearable now, Kent Knight.
I really hate the way he made me feel. He was just too dense. But I guess it did not really matter to him if I develop feelings for him or not whenever he did these things to me. He just saw me as Emily's younger stepsister ever since. And even when he didn't make it clear at all, it was pretty obvious I will never make him feel the same for me.
"Thanks for the ride I never needed," I grumbled back as soon as I jumped down from the bike and struggled with the helmet. Grunting and groaning in frustration, Kent just chuckled at my helpless state as he reached for me and helped with the lock under my jaw. Once the protective gear was finally removed, I snorted and glared at him again.
"Now go away, jerk," I snarled at him, shooting daggers at his face. Kent just smirked te he still did not move away. He just stared back at me, keeping that annoying smile plastered on his face.
Then after a few seconds of just looking at each other, he gestured for me to walk to the house.
"I have to see you get inside," he told me. But I just rolled my eyes and answered, "I'm going to wait for my car to arrive first."
Finding it hard to endure another long moment of just seeing his face, I tried to distract myself by fishing out my phone to contact Jess. I still had to make sure she was really being brought home safe. As I stepped away from Kent and waited for the call to be picked up, I was somehow getting more self-conscious of the way Kent kept his guard and watched me from the distance.
When Jess finally answered, she sounded strangely fine and even in a good mood as she said, "Did you get home safe?"
I frowned as I said, "Yeah. But I'm still waiting for my car to be returned. How are you? You home too?"
"Just got here," Jess replied breathlessly and then added, "Damn... I didn't know you were friends with some hottie. He just pulled away from our driveway now after making sure I got inside."
That didn't sound about right but I tried not to say otherwise as I just told Jess, "That's good to know. We'll just talk by Monday at school. Good night, Jess."
"Sure, Bree," Jess said right away, and I could even hear the smile on her face as she ended the call with, "Good night too."
I started to feel anxious about how she just sounded throughout the call. Did Kent's friend just try to charm my friend now? Why did it seem like she actually liked being brought home from a party we didn't even get to enjoy that much?
I will really have to talk to her soon. I needed to get some answers and interrogate her about what happened to her with that guy. And as I put the phone back into my small purse, I turned and saw Kent leaning on his bike with his face turned upwards, staring in the direction of our house. I did not have to look at where he was focusing his eyes to know exactly the reason why he had that longing expression on his face.
I already knew what he was thinking. And that realization hit me so hard again, I could feel the tears prickling my eyes as I tried not to be affected anymore. This was more than enough. When will he ever move on? She already left. She already chose someone else, so why was he still so hung up on her? When will he finally turn his attention away from her and notice me here?
I had always been here for him. Why can't he see me?
And feeling all of these miserable emotions brimming from my chest, I began to let my own body move on its own. I no longer care if he was going to push me away after this. I just wanted him to know what he was making me feel while he kept acting this way...
And so, I walked and approached him at once. Seeing the startled look on his face, I still ignored it and went with the only thing I had in my mind: to kiss him.
Finally.
I was kissing Kent Knight with all the passion and unrequited love I had for him for two years now. I wanted to send him the pain I had to deal with all this time while he had been so oblivious of what I felt.
I kissed him deeper... harder. And intensely. Let this be the indication that I had finally reached my limit. And perhaps, after this, I could eventually forget that I had loved him so much.
A kiss to say goodbye... to my first and one-sided love.
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