Hey guys so I'm back with a new story and a new beta Abbey. I'm still deciding if I'm going to re edit all my stories.
This is based off a prompt I found on tumblr. Kyra and Rick have dated for 2 months. And also Kate and Rick going to college in New York.
"Rick, can I talk to you?" Kyra asks Rick over the loud, pulsating music at the party. He nods, taking her hand and pulling her out into the cold winter air.
"What's up?" Rick asks, although he thinks he already knows the answer, has seen this coming for a couple weeks. She hardly spoke to him today. She showed up at his dorm asking if she could come to the party. He watches her suck in a breath preparing to answer him.
"I'm leaving," she says, eyes apologetic.
"What do you mean you're leaving?"
"I'm going to France next semester," she tells him, laying a hand on his arm, "To study abroad."
"The deadline to sign up for that was three weeks ago," he says, eyes flashing, all the pieces falling into place. "You've known for three weeks that you're going to be in another country next semester and you're just now telling me? Kyra, winter break is in two weeks. I won't see you again when break starts.. This is pretty much the end of our relationship."
"Rick, I-"
"Why are you telling me now anyways? Why wouldn't you have told me you were considering it before we even started dating?"
"I couldn't wait any longer. I was hoping we could go to my dorm and talk there. You were already here and I needed to tell you tonight so I can start packing up my stuff because I won't be back in January. And because I like you, Rick, and I didn't want things to end before they even really began."
"You're not the only one in this relationship."
"I'm sorry," she whispers. "I didn't want to hurt you."
"Too late," he says, taking a swig of his beer and turning away from her. He hears her call his name but ignores her. All he wants now is to forget.
Kate looks over to see a boy sitting on the lounge with a beer in his hand, notices the way his blue eyes are dark and sad. She's pretty sure she saw him walk out with another girl ten minutes ago and assumes he just got his heart broken.
"Are you okay?" Kate asks, sitting next to Rick, careful not to let her own drink slosh over the edges of her red solo cup. He looks over at the sound of her voice, breath catching in his throat. She has the most gorgeous hazel eyes he has ever seen.
He thinks maybe this is fate. Or maybe it's the alcohol. But he's always believed in fate, thinks that maybe Kyra wanting more out of life, a life that doesn't include him, isn't such a horrible thing.
"I'm fine. Thanks," he says with a smile. "What's your name?" he asks her, turning his body towards her, notices her tight black skinny jeans and loose sweater that's hanging off one shoulder, collarbones jutting out against the soft fabric. Her hair is long and curled, a little mussed from dancing, he thinks. She's gorgeous.
"Kate," she smiles softly at him.
Oh, her smile melts his heart.
"I'm Rick," he says. She glances past him and sees her drunken roommate, Maddie, wrap her arms around some guy's neck laughing obnoxiously. The stranger's hands wander and grope her and Kate stands up, decides now is probably the best time to get her friend out of there. Maddie had asked her to come tonight and make sure nothing happened, to be the sober one. Kate had agreed easily, had nothing better to do with her Friday night anyways.
"Um," she smiles at Rick apologetically, "I should probably go, get her into bed," she says, pointing to her roommate. Rick sees the blonde and chuckles, standing up himself.
"I'll see you around, Rick," she says, giving him a shy smile.
He nods, lips quirked upwards happily, watching Kate grab her friend and disappear into the crowd.
The smile falls off of his face. He didn't get her number. Or even her last name. Damn it. He trusts fate, though, and hopes that if she felt the same connection he did, they'll run into each other again.