Chapter 3
"What about?" Dyson asked stepping back away from her hand. She dropped her hand down to her side and smirked.
"No more shots at each other ok? Let's just go back to the way we were before everything went down." She said.
"Before you left?" Dyson smirked. Kenzi smacked him in the chest.
"Cut it out Dyson. You made it perfectly clear you didn't want anything to do with me after I left." She said crossing her arms.
"We still on this?" Dyson asked.
"No Dyson, we're not on anything." Kenzi shrugged and turned. Dyson reached out and caught her arm, "You wanna do this now Kenzi, cause I know it's coming." He said holding her elbow. Her eyes moved from his hand to his face and then she shrugged off his hand.
"What's coming Dyson, some big blow up, claws out, crazy screaming match between us? I doubt it, because trust me I don't have any problems with this friend thing, as long as you keep your mouth shut about what we used to be." She said sticking her finger up in his face.
"Oh man, don't tell me dude doesn't know about me?" he leaned back on his heels and smirked. Kenzi's face was much less happy.
"Dyson, I'm warning you. I'll skin your furry ass." she said glaring and putting her hands on her hips.
"Kenzi," Dyson sighed, "I'm not going to say anything to him. You're happy, that's good, I'm happy for you." He said. She stepped back and looked to the floor.
"Great, so we work together on this, but after it's over, I'm gone again." She said quickly. Dyson couldn't hold it in any longer.
"What happened to you?" he asked looking her over. Her eyes lifted up to his and she nodded slowly as if she were thinking over her answer.
"I grew up because someone once told me I was too young to love. So I decided that if I changed my clothes, my attitude, and got a job, then maybe, just maybe someone would take pity on me and love me back." she turned on her heel and left the room.
That girl held a grudge like no one he'd ever met. Five years and she still remembered his words. Who could blame her though, she left because of those words. Dyson knew when she came back that she was still going to be pissed at the sight of him. Their goodbye had been sweet and nice, mostly because Dyson knew that was the last time he would speak to her for a long while. She had needed to forget him five years ago, and it seemed as if she'd done a good job, until she came back of course. Now they were back where they had ended all those years ago. Returning to the past moments of their relationship.
Kyle picked up his jacket and pulled it on turning slightly and smiling to the girl in his bed.
"So you're from the U.S?" the girl asked climbing out of the bed and putting her clothes on.
"Yeah, anyway, thanks, see you later." He said to her as she opened the door.
"Yep, had fun." The blonde said and walked from the room.
Kyle smirked and shook his head. Yeah, Kenzi was great when she was around, but he was a man, he had needs. Kenzi didn't put out much, and every time they were together she always closed her eyes, would never look at him. He had a bad feeling that she was always thinking about someone else. A buzzing sound echoed around the room and he raised his eyebrows. She had left her phone here. He tossed some stuff off the table and found it; she had a missed call, from one of his band mates. He'd call him back later; it was probably something about a practice session. Instead of Kyle putting her phone down he began to look through it. She'd always kept her phone close by and locked tight never letting him get into it. It made him suspicious of course, but she trusted him so he had to pretend to trust her, but not now, she was gone. He flipped through her text messages, call log, contact list, videos, and finally her pictures. She had a lot of pictures of the band, the two of them together, her at parties with him and the band, he scrolled past all those to the ones dated before she left, five years back. Pictures of her and her sister hugging and smiling littered the area, beers in hands squinty eyes in some bar. Then there were ones her and the guy Hale, playing pool, hugging, drinking. Some guy he'd never met was next, short man, gray hair, serving alcohol and glaring at the camera, with one of them hugging. Then there were some of her, her sister, and her sister's girlfriend together, all drinking and smiling. Finally the other guy, Dyson, the one with the really strong grip. Kyle frowned when he hit the pictures and began to scroll through them, some where like the ones of her other friends, one arm around each other, beer in hand, smiling. Then there were the ones that were obviously more sexual, her arms wrapped around his waist his arms around her waist, them both smiling toward the phone. He kept scrolling past several of those and then when he reached the end there were two photos, both were locked, fortunately for him, he'd glanced over her shoulder a few times and he knew the password. He typed it in quickly for the first one and his teeth slightly clenched together, there they were, her hands wrapped around the back of his neck, his hand pressed gently on her slender back holding her against him, their lips tangled together. He frowned deeply and went to the next one hitting the password again and he nearly dropped the phone.
"What the hell?" he asked himself staring down at the phone. Kenzi had taken the picture herself, it going back as far as her arm. In the frame they both were smiling, but not looking at the camera. They were lying in a bed, he could tell that much, and they were looking right at each other, their foreheads pressed together looking into each other's eyes, her hand resting on his neck, his hand on her cheek. He closed the phone and shoved it down on the table. That little bitch, she lied. It was very clear something had gone on between them, and she still had feelings for him. Why else would she keep pictures of them together? He grabbed up some money and left the room. He'd figure it out later; right now he needed to get out of this room before he smashed her phone to pieces.
Kenzi played with the string on her shirt, god he smelled so good. Dyson was sitting across from her in the driver's seat, Bo and Hale in the backseat. Kenzi feared at any moment she would grab his shirt and pull him to her lips, smothering him with kisses. He was just as she'd remembered, not changing a bit. She let her eyes slide across the floor and up his body until they reached his face. A smile creased his face as her eyes landed on his lips, god, what was wrong with her. She figured after five years she'd forgotten all about the mysterious, sexy, wolf that graced her bed so many times. But no such luck, truth is, she'd been thinking about Dyson for five long years. Every time she saw a dog she thought of Dyson, every time she smelled that wonderful cologne that he wore, she thought about rolling around in bed with him, she couldn't even have sex with Kyle without closing her eyes and picturing Dyson. She had problems, serious wolf man problems.
