(Disclaimer: The characters and setting within this story belong to Stephenie Meyer.)
Chapter One
(Wanda's POV)
I felt his lips push against mine. My heart started to beat faster as my hands started to get sweaty. He was completely on top of me now, his shirt on the floor across the room. I wrapped my arms around his back, trying to get as close to him as possible. I felt my fingertips digging into his back, but he didn't seem to mind one bit. He pulled his lips away from mine, moving his hands to unbutton my shirt. He didn't take his eyes off of mine, even for a second. Never in my life had I wanted anything so badly, I was panting, trying to catch my breath.
His lips found mine again, pushing against them forcefully. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my jeans were already off. His arms were moving along my body, exploring every inch. As his hands moved down my legs his mouth found my neck, moving its way down my body. He knew exactly what he was doing, I could tell, and it felt so amazing! I laid there on my back, letting him take control of the situation. I closed my eyes to focus on what was about to happen. The moment was finally here, I was getting to make love to the love of my life for the first time.
(Narrator – Flash Back Three Weeks)
"That was luck Kyle," Ian huffed. Kyle had just scored a goal on the opposing team, raising the score to 3-1.
"Ah shut up Ian. Don't be mad because I have skill," His brother replied as he bent over to catch his breath.
"Whatever." Ian kicked the soccer ball to Jared, smacking the back of Kyle's head afterwards.
"Hey don't touch me!" Kyle responded. He tried to get revenge on Ian by kicking him, but missed and lost his balance. Ian just laughed. "Yo I'm thirsty. I think I need a break."
"You want us to wait for you?" Mel asked.
"Nah it's a'ight," Kyle said. He walked over to the bench where Wanda was sitting in the middle.
(Wanda's POV)
I saw Kyle walking up to me which made me instinctively tense up. "Hello Kyle." I smiled kindly at him.
He nodded once. "Sup homeslice?" He returned the friendly smile.
"Umm, nothing much. I'm just watching the game." I fiddled with my hands in my lap.
"Thas coo'. So we have any water round here?" Sweat was dripping down from his forehead. He was wearing a tank top, which was sticking to his body because of the sweat, revealing his muscles.
"Uh, yeah. It's over there." I pointed to the cooler by the end of the bench.
He just stared at me funny with his eyebrows raised. "What?" I asked. He switched his gaze from me to where the water was a few times until I realized what he meant. "Oh! Would you like to sit down?"
"Well, yea. But um, you gonna get dat for me?" He sat down next to me on the bench and looked at me.
I thought for a moment before answering him. Did I want to get it for him? No, but what choice do I really have? "Of course Kyle," I said through my teeth. I walked around him to where the cooler was and picked up the warmest water I could find. "Here you go," I said, handing him the water. "Would that be all? Or would you like a snack too?"
"Hellz yeah. You're like my own personal waitress. I like it."
"How about some potato chips?"
"Yeah yeah yeah. Sounds good."
I saw Ian out of the corner of my eye staring at us as the game went on around him. I hoped he would stay where he was. I did not like the confrontations he had with his brother.
"Hurry up sweet cheeks."
I had hoped Ian didn't hear that as I went to fetch Kyle a bag of potato chips, but as I leaned down to grab the chips I heard footsteps. When I looked up I saw Ian approaching Kyle.
(Kyle's POV)
I sustained looking at Wanda when I heard a grumble from across the room. I turned my gaze to see Ian walking up to me.
"Haps in the hood brotha?"
"Will you cut the crap already? That got old a few days ago."
"Just cuz you can't pull off the thug life like me don't mean you gotta be hatin." I popped the sleeves of my tank top.
"Shut the fuck up. Where did you even hear that bullshit. You're white so just accept it." I looked over at Wanda who was watching our argument which gave me motivation to kick Ian's ass.
"And she's not human, accept that!"
His jaw dropped and he rolled his shoulders back, "Don't you dare bring her into this. I thought you were passed that by now!" I looked over Ian's shoulder and saw that the others had stopped what they were doing.
I turned my head to see Wanda ruffling with the bag of chips in her hands. I shifted my eyes up to her face which was filled with hurt. That made me feel like such a jerk. "I am...I was, I mean I am."
"Which is it O'Shea" Jared butted in.
"I didn't mean to say that. Just forget it." I pushed through the now formed crowd around us to leave the room. As I walked passed Wanda I whispered, "I'm sorry."
(Wanda's POV)
I was glancing at the ground when I felt someone's breath on my neck. "I'm sorry." I realized it was Kyle. The way he apologized seemed so sincere. Before I had a chance to respond he was already gone.
"You okay?" Ian asked.
The truth was that I didn't know. I was confused. Kyle had treated me like I didn't matter, yet his apology seemed so sincere. I couldn't tell Ian this though, he would take it the wrong way, as he usually did. It's not that I liked Kyle. I didn't. There was just something about him that was intriguing that I've noticed over the past few days.
"I'm fine." I set the bag of chips down on the edge of the bench. Ian's arm wrapped around my waist.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Don't be silly. Just go back to playing your game, I'm fine." I shot the best smile I could muster at him.
"I don't want to play the game if you're upset. I can tell something is still bothering you. What did he do to you?" Ian leaned in closer, I could smell his aftershave.
"He didn't do anything to me, I promise. It just surprised me that he would say such a hurtful thing, I thought were okay with each other." I closed my eyes while I kicked at the ground softly.
"So did I, but lately he's been acting a bit strange. I think he might have started usi-"
"Hey! Are we going to play or what!?" Jared yelled from across the room, cutting Ian off.
We both turned our attention to him. "Yeah, just a sec!" Ian yelled back.
He turned around to look at me again and kissed the back of my hand. He shifted his eyes to mine, "We'll talk later." He started to jog off backwards, still keeping his eyes locked on mine. "Oh yeah, did I forget to tell you I love you? Well I do, don't you ever forget that!"
"I won't forget," I whispered to myself. The truth was that I didn't forget that he loved me. I just couldn't ever figure out why he did. This continued to eat at me ever since the first time he had said it. I was glad he said he felt this way, but is it real? Does he really love me or just the idea of me?
I continued to stare at the ground, deep in thought, when I noticed a figure enter the room. I looked up to see Kyle strolling in, holding a water bottle in his hand. "Is the chip offer still on the table?" He smiled wearily.
I nodded. He took the three steps to grab the chips and sat down on the bench. I could hear the crinkle of the bag as he opened it.
"O'Shea, get back in the game! We're one short!"
I heard Ian say something like, "What are you talking about? I'm already here. Oh, right."
I chuckled.
(Kyle's POV)
"Ah but I just opened my chips!" I whined. No one seemed to care so I grabbed a hand full of chips and set the rest of the bag down. I shoved them into my mouth and ran over to the rest of the group.
"Let's do this." I smacked my fist against the palm of my other hand. A few pieces of chips spewed out of my mouth.
Melanie rolled her eyes and threw the soccer ball back onto the "field." Jamie was the recipient of the throw and started to dribble it towards the opposing team's goal. He only made it half way before Brandt stole the soccer ball. Jamie threw his hands up in the air in defeat and turned to chase Brandt. I was already there, trying to take the ball away as Brandt kicked it back and forth between his feet. He tried to pass the ball to Ian, but I intercepted it. Haha! I turned around to take the ball in the opposite direction, but Ian got in my way. He stuck his foot out to get the ball and tripped me in the process. I felt my leg collapse beneath me and I fell to the floor. My eyes grew wide as I reached out to grab my foot. I was in so much pain I could not find my voice. I heard Ian yell "goal!"
"Kyle! Kyle are you okay!?" Wanda screamed from where she was sitting. I heard her voice get louder, she must have been running over to me. "Guys I think he is seriously hurt!"
"He's just faking it, he's a sore loser." Ian said from somewhere to my left. I'll have to remember to smack him for that later.
"Ian I don't think he is, look his foot is swelling!" Wanda said, taking off my right shoe and sock. She touched the skin cautiously. It hurt tremendously, but something about her touch made me feel slightly better. I couldn't pinpoint what it was.
I noticed a crowd had formed around me. "Someone call Doc! Kyle, can you hear me?" It was Mel now. I had closed my eyes, but opened them so she could see that I was responsive.
"What's going on here?" Doc said as he kneeled next to me. That was fast. He started to examine my foot.
[Authors Notes:]
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