6: An Unexpected Visit
1170 Words
Shai's pov
I lay on my stomach on my bed, the scene from just an hour ago replaying in my head over and over again.
What the hell was I thinking?
Honestly, I don't know what I was thinking. I was way too... scared of Ryan, I guess, maybe even terrified of him ... that I slapped under the pressure of the little 'talk' he gave us when he came in.
How silly was it: he wasn't even planning on punishing us.
And then there is James ... if only looks could kill, Kyle would be dead by now - that's how fierce he looked when Kyle practically asked him to lie to Ryan to save our asses. But turns out James did do us a favour and saved our asses - although I myself put it out in the war zone again because I was that stupid.
I don't know ... I snapped without even thinking.
I stare blankly at the door, not really expecting anything ... well, that's not true. Let me correct the sentence : I stare blankly at the door, secretly expecting to see Kyle opening the door.
After Ryan was done with me, he announced that he and Irene were going to get some rest, and dismissed us ...
Well, not so fast for Kyle. Irene just had to hold him back.
But as I walked out of the classroom, he gave me a look ... a look of ... ok something else. I don't know what it was ... but it was comforting.
And I continue to lay on the bed, doing nothing, thinking nothing but Kyle. We grew up together ... and some say that if you have known each other that much then the relationship can never turn into romance ... but that's a stereotype. I actually had a crush on him ever since I laid an eye on him.
Yeah, that might have been exactly sixteen years ago but who cares?
Then I hear a knock on the door. My heart jumps as I realise the sound - two quick, yet soft knockings.
"It's open!" I tell.
A bronze hair boy walks in, looking extremely worried. Gosh he's a beauty. His eyes glint at the fluorescent light in my room.
"Hey," I greet him.
"Hey," Kyle greets me back, still looking worried.
"You okay?"
"Hmmm... I don't know ...My butts feel like they are burning ... what do you think?" I say.
"Is it's that bad?" he asks, approaching meaning. The truth is, it isn't that bad. I have gotten worse before. He approaches me, and sits on the edge of the bed. He doesn't say anything for a while ... then he slowly reaches for my hand again.
You'd expect me to say something like, "his hand was so f*****g warm..."
But NOPE.
I flinch as the coldness of his hands spreads in my own hands. I pull them away from him.
"Your hands are warm," he says, grinning.
"No. Your hands are cold," I counter back, sitting up. I wince at the soreness on my butts.
He chuckles, nudging me with his elbow. "Seeing that your attitude is back ... I can only reach the conclusion which informs me that you are actually fine," he says, and I roll my eyes. He notices me, and pulls me into a hug. I whoop internally. "I know it hurts... but you should have seen his face when you bolted out like that. He was like..."
He makes a really dumb face, mocking Ryan, and I can't help but laugh.
"Is that how he really looked like?"
"Yeah! He was staring at the door only until you guys came back! Like, come on! It was damn funny!"
Okay, now I know he is exaggerating. Ryan is everything but funny...
"Cut out the act, will you?" I snap, wanting him to get straight down to the business. I don't have a clue why he is here, but it's definitely not to joke about how Ryan looked.
"Aren't you sharp? Okay... well, I originally came down here to see if you are okay.. you looked really bad when Ryan was done with you... but then I come here, and see you ... well, um..."
"What? Spit it out!" I urge
He blinks a few times, and then does something completely unexpected.
He kisses me.
Taken aback by his action, I startle, but in no time, I kiss him back. It's slow... and soft... and ... perfect. That's all it is. Perfect. Joy erupts inside me, and I really, really would like to jump on my feet and whoop, if only I wasn't doing something much better...
I close my eyes and enjoy the moment. I want to take it all in.
We don't stop, just because we don't want it to, but then of course this is my life, and it's full of crap.
Irene f*****g walks in.
We quickly pull away from each other, and try to look as innocent as possible. She takes a moment to process what on earth she just saw.
"Um.. your door was open," she explains. She looks sooooo confused right now. That's funny. Irene, confused ... lol. "Um .. ok.. so you guys are dating now, huh. Um... yeah, ok then. I- I guess I should, um, probably leave...?"
We both give her you-think? look.
"Guys, I am fine with you guys kissing each other. I am pretty sure everyone knew it was coming, but... um.. you guys do know that .. um.. s*x isn't allowed, right?"
"Really? Who do you think we are?" Kyle protests. C'mon, Irene. Did you just warn us not to have s*x? I mean, do you really think we are that reckless?
"Given your previous records, I wouldn't really be surprised if that happens. So I thought I'd warn you."
"Fineeeeeeee," I whine. "Now get out pleeeease. Seriously, did you have to rain our first kiss like that? And warn us not to have s*x which is ridiculous, 'cause we are not as dumb as you think we are ... so pleeeeeeease get out," I say, sassing.
She shakes her head and makes her way out of the room. "Oh, and one more thing: this relationship better not affect your work, aur I will be the s**t out of you personally. I won't even bring Ryan into this - I will deal with you myself."
Shit that's a big threat, and I mean it. Didn't I tell you that you DON'T want Irene working on you no matter the reason. That means you are dead! f*****g DEAD!
"I will let your parents and Ryan know about this matter," she adds before shutting the door behind her again, leaving us alone in the room.
We turn to look at each other. "We're dating now, officially," I state
He giggles. "Whatever you say, Ms Daley," he says.
Wait wait wait. He just called me WHAT? Mrs Daley?
Whao calm down Kyle. NOT SO FAST!
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