Kyle’s POV
The ride back home was the worst I’d ever experienced.
Having the conversation between I and Chloe play in my head over and over was far worse than torture, it tore me apart bit by bit until I began to feel numb.
When I finally got home, I stormed in angrily, slamming the door shut behind me with force. I was halfway up the stairs when I looked down and saw Rory. She looked nervous about something and I felt my anger slowly dissolving into worry.
“Rory?” I called her attention as I made my way back down in seconds, “is something wrong?”
I heard her swallow loudly before responding, “you already seem pissed about something so I doubt you’d want to know, how about we talk when you’re in a better mood?” she suggested.
“No, I’d like an answer now.”
Rory’s telltale whene
