Chapter Ten

I woke up with a groan. The moonlight lit the dimmed room with white light. Kaitlyn's room was pretty girly – only because Pinky slept here too I assumed.

I looked down at Kaitlyn's face, which was lying upon my chest.
"Hey." She murmured groggily.
"Hey." I smiled.

"What's the time?" She asked.

I looked at the clock next to the table.

"It's three in the morning." I said.
She smiled.

"We've got plenty of time."
I grinned as she moved up to kiss me.

"You have." I said. "I can't stay here in the morning can I?"
She groaned.
"Sure you can."
I wrapped my other arm around her.

"I wish I could." I said snugly.

She sighed.
"The girls will get up in a few hours though."
I nodded.

"I'll see you in the morning though. Make this day last. And then maybe you could stay over at the house tonight?"
She laughed.

"Maybe." I kissed her again and then pulled the covers back, searching the ground for my boxers. I found them under the brown cowboy hat, and pulled them on. I then looked around for my blue jeans and pulled them on. Grabbing my socks, I sat down on the bed and pulled them on.

"So, what have you got first?"
Kaitlyn thought for a moment.
"Nothing first I think."

"Cool, well I'll let you catch up on sleep for a bit and then pick you up." I smiled. I leant in to peck her, only to have her grab the back of my head and pull me in for a deep kiss.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"Well, I'm going soon." She said.
"Yeah, not yet." I half-laughed, half-whispered. "Keep it in your pants woman."
She smiled and pecked me goodbye after I pulled on my waistcoat and shoved on my boots. I kissed her on the cheek, then down onto her neck as she pushed the cowboy hat onto my head.
"Easy tiger." She said, pushing me back.
"I'll see you in a few hours." I smiled, tipping the hat to her and walking out of the room confidently.

"Aiden?"
I turned back to her.

"How was…this? I mean –"

I just grinned at her.

"Do I really need to say?"
She smiled.
"I'm going to miss you."
I smiled back to her.

"I'll miss you too."
I turned back to the door and opened it, walking through and closing it carefully behind me. I then walked down the corridor and stopped as I heard something.

A second pair of footsteps.

Oh shit.

I turned around to see a girl a few inches smaller then me, red hair and glasses, holding a glass of water and eyeing the hat suspiciously. She looked down at the waistcoat, then at the shirt in my hand, then back to me stomach. After a tense and very awkward moment (for her at least) she looked back at my face.

I put on smirk, tipping my hat at her. There was another pair of footsteps and a very groggy voice of the teacher that had gone in to Kaitlyn's room hours ago. The girl in front of me turned around to see what I was looking at. The teacher was now within sight. I turned around and scrambled through the last door on the right, running up the stairs, across the landing and out of the open window, climbing down the wooden frame and then jumping down (when low enough) onto the ground and then sprinting back to Harrington House. Thank god there were no Prefects around at this time.

I woke up on an extremely comfortable sofa in the lounge, my waistcoat underneath my face. I looked up to see Chad sitting in the armchair, feet on the table and a newspaper in his hands.

"Good night?" He asked.

I groaned.
"That depends – is there any news of any cowboys in the girls' dorm?"
Chad laughed as he saw the cowboy hat.
"I haven't heard anything about that…yet." He said with a smirk.
"I'll regale you with my exploits later." I said, pulling on the shirt and buttoning it up.
"Kaitlyn?" He asked.

"Kaitlyn." I repeated, grinning and chucking him the cowboy hat. I closed the door to Harrinton House and left for the girls' dorm to meet up with Kaitlyn.

I got to the stairs to the girls' dorm, where none other then Christy Martin was sitting, along with a few other girls who were all talking avidly.

"Why is it that everytime I'm having a good day, you have to show up and make it worse?"
"Love you too Christy." I smiled. "Kaitlyn up yet?"
She looked at me carefully.
"Kaitlyn? She's gone."
Confusion.
"Gone?"
Christy nodded.
"What do you mean, she had a class?"
"No, she's gone to art school. I thought she told you about it."
"Yeah, she's leaving tomorrow?" I said, utterly, utterly confused.
Christy hopped down off the stairs and walked towards me, away from the others.

"Kaitlyn's left already – her coach is today and so is her plane."
I shook my head.
"That can't be right, she told me that her coach was tomorrow?"
Christy shrugged.
I took out my phone to call her.
"What are you going to do Aiden?" Christy asked. "Phone her and express your undying love for her? Or rush to the airport and stop her getting on the plane?"
"If I have to, yes." I said, angry at Christy's mocking tone.

"Aiden, she wants to go to New York." Christy said genuinely. "And for some reason she didn't want to say goodbyes."
"She said goodbye to you though." I said.
"It wasn't much of a goodbye." Christy tried to reassure me.

I shook my head.
"How could Kaitlyn leave without saying goodbye?" I asked, myself more then Christy.
"How could you?" She asked me.

I looked up at her, opening my mouth to respond. But what was I going to say? That that was different? That I was justified then? I let out a sigh, put my hands in my jacket pockets and walked back to the house, where I was felt like drinking until I was at the point where I was catatonic.