Chapter1
Kyle's been turned for five days now.
Two soft knocks hit the front door. I sighed and walked over to see who it was. I swung the door back and crossed my arms over my chest. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I want to talk to you, Ky." His nickname for me. The only person ever to call me that. I wanted to cry so badly now. Thanks to him. But I didn't.
I glanced back at my mom, asleep on the small couch, and shut the door, slipping out into the chilly air. I sat down on the top step and waited until Kyle sat down beside me. "What happened to you?" I asked gently, small amounts of pity coming out in my voice. I shouldn't be sorry for him, shouldn't be sad that he's like this. It's what he gets. He deserved it.
"I was a jerk. This is my punishment." Silence. "Go ahead and laugh. I know I look terrifying."
"You look… different, but not terrifying. I'm used to scary."
His body untensed some but he was still worried. "I'm sorry I was such an asshole to you."
"You should be." I said softly. "I cried so many times after you and your stupid friends said things to me. I can't help who I am."
"I know." He said, looking down. "I just… I hope you can at least forgive me. Punch me whenever you want. I just- I want to be your friend again. Like when we were little."
I laughed, my voice shaking. "I'll have to take you up on that."
He smiled.
"How did this happen?" I asked softly, lightly moving my fingertips up the scar on his cheek.
"A spell. I have to find true love for it to be broken."
"So you picked me." I said, getting kind of sad. I pulled away from him, put my elbows on my knees and my head on my hands, and watched the few cars go by slowly.
"It's not like that, Ky. I… I wanted to talk to you. I'm not expecting… I mean, I don't know who this girl could be."
"Who do you want it to be?" I questioned, my voice going quiet and a little dark.
He shrugged, looking down at me.
"What?"
He smiled but didn't say anything. He brought his head to my level and kissed me lightly.
"You want me to break the spell, huh?" I whispered, my voice leaving with the air he took from me when he kissed me.
He shrugged, again, when I asked the question. "I'd rather it be you then somebody else."
I narrowed my eyes suspiciously but shook it off.
…
"You really want me to stay? After all I did?"
I nodded against his bare chest, all cut up like his face. "Better to enjoy the happy times than worry about the future. Or past."
"I still feel like I should apologize more, you know?"
"You've apologized plenty. If you keep it up, I might get annoyed with you."
"Same old you." He said, rubbing my cheek lightly with his left hand. His right arm was wrapped around my waist, keeping me close to him. I was curled up against his bare chest, no hesitation from Kyle at all.
"Is that a good thing?"
He nodded and kissed the top of my head. "Yes, a very good thing."
I smiled which he must have felt.
"You're amazing, Kylie. Don't forget that."
"You're a bad liar."
"I'm not lying."
"I know."