I made it home before dusk, and to avoid any questioning from my father, I ran straight up to my room and got ready for bed. It was Monday night, and I had absolutely nothing to do. I had been putting off a lot of my hobbies since I had been with Jacob, and I didn't mean it in a bad way, but I just missed them. And this was the perfect opportunity to take those hobbies back.
I opened my closet to the big black case leaning against the wall. I sat it on my bed and unsnapped the gold locks. I grabbed the guitar by the neck and I sat crisscrossed on my bed. I hadn't played my guitar since I had moved here, and I had forgotten how much it soothed me to play. I even wrote my own lyrics to my own songs. I strummed my guitar a few times to remember the sweet, sweet music I loved to make and I felt inspired to write- about love, heartbreak, life, death, friends, everything I could possibly wrap my head around. I grabbed my green note book I kept under my mattress and a pen and thought about what I would write about.
It didn't take much time to realize what my song was going to be about. Jacob was the air I breathed, and every thought that entered my mind. He has taught me so much about myself in 6 and a half months that I have been trying to figure out for 16 years. I started to write things down and before I knew it, I was done with the song. I worked on the music for hours, making every chord perfect. I worked on the song nonstop until I was satisfied with my work. I wanted it to sound as strongly as I felt. I played and re-played the song all night until my fingers hurt and when I glanced at the clock, it read 11:30.
I went downstairs to see if my dad had returned, and when I opened my door, his light shone through underneath the crack of his door. I closed my door quietly, and tiptoed back to my bed. I hoped downstairs was clean so that when Kyle came over tomorrow, it wouldn't be embarrassing.
The next day was easy. But one thought I couldn't shake my mind of was how the study 'date' with Kyle would go. I shook my head and tried to think of something else. It was the end of the day and I was walking to History class. I was kind of excited to see Kyle again. Something about him pulled me close to him, and he constantly lingered in my thoughts. It was ridiculous how giddy I was to see him sitting alone in the back, saving my seat next to him. I clenched my eyes shut and tried as hard as I could to picture Jacob, or anything to get Kyle out of my mind. I had a boyfriend, and I was happy with him, and it was childish of me to have these thoughts about Kyle, and I needed to stop - now.
I walked swiftly to my desk beside Kyle and flashed him a quick glance.
"I see you made it home in one piece." He winked. He was obviously flirting, and I wasn't going to respond to it.
"Yes. Thanks." I said bleakly and turning my attention to the front of the class. I talked to Kyle as least as possible, but with him being my partner for the next week and a half, it was going to be hard to avoid him.
History class ended quickly, and I ran to my truck so I could run home to clean up before Kyle got to my house. I was speeding the whole way home, not caring about the road in front of me.
I was home in a flash, and I ran around the house, cleaning up anything and everything. I ran out of things to clean about 15 minutes later, and I came close to removing the wood polish from the table because I was wiping too hard. The doorbell rang seconds later, and I sighed in discomfort. I walked from the kitchen to the entry way in three swift movements and unlocked the door. I opened it, and there stood Kyle, standing bubbly and content holding his book bag.
I welcomed him inside my house, and we found a place on the floor in front of the couch. I felt a little uncomfortable but it soon disappeared. Kyle sat beside me on the floor, and unloaded his books from his bag. We began to work immediately and took little breaks in between.
We decided on Beauty and the Beast as our fairytale, and I thought it was cute how self-consciously I thought of Jake and I. I grabbed my dad's laptop from the kitchen counter, and we Googled songs that would go along our fairytale. We came up with a few songs from Taylor Swift, Sara Barielles, and a couple from undiscovered artists. After we collected 10 songs, we had to create a cover, and write a paper. After our hard work of searching for the songs, we took a short snack break.
Kyle followed me relatively close to the kitchen, which made me a little uncomfortable. I opened the cabinets above my head and searched for a snack.
"Well, it looks like granola bars, or granola bars!" I grabbed the box and threw them on the counter.
"Um, I'll take granola bars please." He laughed and gently nudged my side. I laughed uneasily and grabbed two granola bars from the box and threw one to him. He started for the couch in the living room, and I reluctantly followed. He sat in the middle, so I had no choice but to sit on the cushion next to him.
"So, Sam," He scoot closer hoping I wouldn't notice how close he was, but I did. "I'm glad we're partners. I wouldn't have wanted to work with anyone but you." He smiled and I tried not to notice. I smiled awkwardly and nodded in my head, thanking him. He was getting too cocky, and it needed to stop.
I tried to think of a way to change the subject and I struggled.
"Um, I think I have an idea for a song. I've been writing a song lately, and it sort of fits into our fairytale." I chewed on my granola bar trying my best to distract him from wherever he was going to go with that conversation.
"You write music?" His eyes perked up and he was interested.
I nodded, "Ever since I was 11." I crumpled my wrapper in the palm of my hand and stared at the blank television screen.
"That's awesome! Can I have a listen?" He put his arm on the back of the sofa and I tensed.
"S-sure," and I ran upstairs to grab my guitar. I was back down in 30 seconds with my guitar and I sat on the couch beside him and grabbed my guitar pick between my fingers."Okay, so, I just started this last night, so it's not that good, so bare with me." I exhaled and started to play.
I tried not to look Kyle in the eyes while I played, but I couldn't help it. I was hypnotized. I played for three minutes straight and I was smiling for the majority of the song because Kyle was smiling. I strummed the last chord and he smiled from ear to ear.
"So did you like it?" He looked stunned and he didn't move from his smile. I raised my eyebrows, and waited for his answer. We were only a foot away from each other. He then blinked and shook his head and he leaned closer to me. He slowly grabbed each side of my face and kissed me gently on the lips.
The kiss lasted longer then I should have let it. I didn't like it, but I didn't fight it either. He slowly pulled away from my lips and I sat there, with my eyes still closed afraid that if I opened my eyes, that kiss would have been real.
This was not good. What did I just do? I slowly opened my eyes and Kyle sat there smiling, and very pleased with himself. I jumped up from the couch and tensed up. My fists clenched and my face flushed of any visible color. Kyle's eyes widened to my response.
"Kyle! What did you do! I have a boyfriend!" I crossed my arms to keep from hitting something and he jumped up from the couch.
"I thought you wanted me to!" he still had a smug smile on his face and I wanted to badly to smack it off.
"No! I didn't want you to do anything! Kyle, I think you need to leave, now!" I pointed towards the door and Kyle got the hint and gathered his things and headed for the front door.