A Seat in His Heart

Chapter 7 - Steal a Chance

[Gold]

When I need love

I know my love would ride on a shiny horse

Love will hug me tight it’ll feel so right

Without a cause I’ll make love my course

To study and learn love even in the moonlight

When my love comes; like a kid with candy, I’ll shut the world out

Eat love up with ease like a bean sprout

When I see love

I’ll tell love my fantasies

Which are like fireflies in galaxies

When I walk into love

It’ll be like a million roses at my feet

And a nap in the clouds

Who am I deceiving?

Wishes don’t ride on horses

Roses have thorns like curses

You don’t walk into love

It’s a cliff full of choices

You fall in to it, to feel the thuds of hurt and pain

Love is invisible; you only see the person who’d rock your mood on swings

But you never can tell who’d give your heart wings.

Were the only lines I managed to write before a shadow appeared on my note pad and I looked up to meet Kyle's eyes and smiles. I smiled back and tried to close my notepad when he snatched it from me and started reading through as his smile widened into a grin. Men can never stop being men right?

"You write poetry too?" he asked, amused with a mocking smile playing on his lips. Yes, Gold writes too, it's like a hobby though, I couldn't stay away from poetry ever since I read a few lines from Shakespeare ' The road not taken' and 'Sonnet 116'. I'm not perfect yet, but I enjoy writing poetry whenever the inspiration comes and that's exactly what I'm doing.

"Yeah, are you that amused? now give it back." I said curtly. "Woah, I'm just curious, you don't have to be mad at me okay?" Kyle said, placing a hand on his chest. "I'm just wondering how I got to know you, you are so annoying, you know, I hate it when people don't mind their business and what's wrong if I wrote?" I said, sounding as pissed as I could muster.

"Jeez Gold, chill, I'm sorry, Okay" Kyle apologized.

"That's okay, you need something?" I asked, looking away. Kyle has been very nice to me recently, ever since I started my mission, he walked me home occasionally, found me wherever I may be on campus just to keep me company, trust me Kyle gives that kind of company you really dislike but would not put off, that kind you like but you are too stubborn to accept. I kept consoling my self with the if I'm staying away from the group, it's actually just Pete I'm avoiding, mentality.

"Must I be in need of something, before coming to you? What can you give me anyway?" he said, winking at me. Kyle may be a study bug, but he is one hell of a playboy, I sometimes wonder how he is able to balance everything. He is smart, intelligent and not a nerd, infact, he is totally awesome.

"some good whipping I guess" I replied, pushing my hair behind my ear and rolling my eyes.

"Good thing we've ended classes early today, do you want a tour?" Kyle asked with a smile, it's rare for this dude to smile, but when he does, its a killer. He must be an expert in psychology because he actually cleared any excuse I might use by pointing out classes are over for the day and he also knows when I badly need this tour. Wanting the tour is an understatement, I need the tour to clear my head. I often read to clear my head, but reading won't cut it this time, however, I need to stall Kyle a little.

"Anyone else but the playboy, Kyle. You know I deserve an excellent tour guide and you are nowhere near that, so it's a no-no. I'm going nowhere with an amateur." I said, sounding like an interviewer rejecting an interviewee and looking him straight in the eye. He held my gaze for a minute or two then stood up, gathered my stuff from the table and put them in my backpack then flung it over his shoulder, picked up my remaining lemonade, sipped from it, slurping and still looking me in the eye, I knew that was to annoy me, then dropped the cup loudly on the table and leaned forward to me.

"You are more of a ruthless jungle queen, so quit being such a princess." He said in a low tone, almost in a whisper and brushed a stubborn strand of hair from my forehead and started walking away, I followed behind him feeling like a toddler because he was holding my hand, his hand is supple and warm.

"You should feel honoured, Kyle doesn't tour guide just any lady, and if he offers to, You can't refuse." He said, running his hand through his hair.

"jeez, stop blabbing, you pompous windbag." I said and snatched my hand from his grip but still followed him, now walking side by side. The cold breeze is hitting my face. Kyle was smiling down at me, we're talking about random stuff, I was almost in a bliss, not until We ended up in front of a diner called 'E3' the best diner and restaurant in the City. A really fancy place, fancy food, chandeliers, sparsely placed tables, couple's Booth with candle lit tables, roses and wine, they offer it all. Kyle's really treating me to dinner and not just in any place, but E3. I should be happy but I'm thinking, how many ladies has he brought here? All the same I decided to enjoy my time here.

Surprisingly hanging out with Kyle was really fun. He looks so calm and happy too, his dimples popping with each smile. I may have never seen him so happy and relaxed. Now that I'm taking a proper look at him, he looks really breathtaking. There's no flaw in him, his locks never look rough, always neatly maintained or braided, this creature was carved out perfectly. Now that I pay close attention to him, everything he has worn and is wearing, wreaks of class and is pretty expensive, like really branded, even to the most casual of all his clothes. I wonder where he gets all that money. I'm lost in thought, admiring and fantasizing about the man before me.

"I love you, Goldie" Kyle said to me, maintaining a second of eye contact with me then sipping on his drink, this automatically pulls me from my distracting thoughts. "Wait, what did you just say?" I said almost choking on my drink, a really fancy wine that's bittersweet. The waiter approaches our table to pick up the plates. Kyle tips him handsomely.

Then my phone rings. It was Pete, I looked up Kyle's smile didn't reach his eyes anymore it was fading. He looks like he's struggling. I pick up and talk calmly with Pete on the other line, Kyle picks up his glass and gulps down everything and starts typing away on his phone. Why do l feel a pang of guilt?

"I will be taking you out, where do you want to go?" Pete says "I'm With Kyle, don't you want to say hello to him?" I said to Pete. I wasn't expecting the reaction that would stir up? Kyle shook his head frantically, mouthing "No" and Pete paused in silence for a split second then said in an irritated voice.

"What is Kyle doing there?" I was confused. We're just hanging out, and I know Pete's into me but Kyle and I are just friends just like we have always been and he knows it, except until now that Kyle has just said that he loves me. I can't even tell if I heard right or not. So practically, I don't understand this new development.

"Gold, tell me where did he take you? Please I need you to tell me" Pete begged on the call. I covered the bottom part of the phone so Pete doesn't hear me.

"Pete's asking, should I tell him where we are?" I mouthed to Kyle. He just shrugged and I rolled my eyes at him.

"We're at E3" I said and immediately the line went dead.

That was awkward. I shrugged. We were about recovering from where the call got us awkward but before we could continue, Pete barged in like a raging Wolf with his chest poking out as if he was about to have a face-off. He quickly found us, Kyle spots him and squares his shoulder. Before I could say anything, collars were grabbed, fists were smashing together.

"Yo man! I told you to stay away from her'' came Pete's voice slapping Kyle in the face. "You don't tell me what to do, '' Kyle slapped back. "I told you, not her, she's mine" Pete raged.

"What, you're afraid she might like me and not you?" Kyle scoffed very nonchalantly, tilting his head to one side to dodge a punch. "She's not one of your toys, back off." Pete yelled. "You're finally gaining some balls, man. Tell me why should I back up." Kyle said throwing another Punch. I don't know what is going on, but I have to stop them. Some how, I finally figured what this was about, me. "Stop!" I yelled, When Kyle's fist was about to smash on Pete's face. They're not listening, I simply can't stop two huge men from fighting, especially not with how tiny I am. The restaurant was in chaos and the table we sat was flung to one end, the waiter was about to call the police, I heard some ladies screaming, everything was spinning around me. The two men before me are supposed to be friends, and they both like me and I can only like one of them right? But why do I feel hurt for both of them? Why do I like both of them? This is a freaking triangle I've been caught up in, if Trice is added to this picture, we'd be in a freaking love square or cube or whatever shape with four sides. All these while I've been trying really hard to ignore all of this, I thought it would sort us out nicely, who knew it would blow up in my face?

Everything is going faint, I can't maintain my balance, "Kyle, Pete" I called holding my temples trying to walk towards them, but I could not, I felt myself loosing balance, falling, I guess they noticed because before I hit the ground, “Pete, help” escapes my mouth and a pair of strong arms catches me, a familiar cologne follows my last breath of consciousness. It was Kyle's.

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Everything went silent.