Chapter 5:
John sighed deeply to himself, remembering the events of yesterday. Especially his fight with Kay. It was so stupid, he wished he could just make her forget about it. But more importantly, he wished she would just forget about Miguel.
He remembered how yesterday, after Kay had stormed off angrily, the others had come to her dorm, and they had gone out to eat. John had lost most of his appetite, but he decided to still come along. The others had asked where Kay had disappeared to, and Chad and John had told them that she had some work to do at the library.
John remembered going out to eat with the others. That was the last place he wanted to be. At a restaurant where Chad and Whitney, as well as Noah and Theresa, and Fox and Simone would be making googly eye contact with each other. All he could think about was Kay, and how he wished she would be there, sitting across from him, and giving him one of those looks.
He laid back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He was actually feeling something he had never felt before. Was it love? He didn't know for sure. But what he did know was that what he was presently feeling was definitely headed for that direction.
He had waited so long to find someone he could be interested in, and from first glance Kay had had that effect on him. But her heart belonged to another. Another who was willing to step all over it and discard it.
It's not fair, he wanted to scream. Sighing, he stood up straight in his bed, his eyes falling on the numerous textbooks on his desk that were just waiting to be read.
Deciding to study to get his mind off of Kay, he reached for one of the textbooks and its syllabus, and began to complete the assigned work.
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A few days later, Kay was heading for her dorm room straight after work when she noticed John sitting down right in front of it. He looked like he had been there for a while.
"Hi," he said quietly when he noticed her.
"Hi," she replied slowly. She was still upset over the things he had said to her the last time they had spoke, but her anger level had definitely plunged down.
She had thought about what he had said, and as much as she didn't want to admit it, she knew he was right. It was wrong of her to try to stop Miguel's wedding. But she loved him so much! What else could she do to make him hers?!
It had hit her like lightning. She had finally realized who she had become. She had looked in the mirror that night, and she had to admit that she didn't like the person staring back at her. So lifeless. Loveless. So lost. She had to find herself again. But she couldn't give up on Miguel. So she had decided to do her best to be the Kay she, along with everyone else, would recognize again. But the only thing that would be her step back when she was attempting to move forward was Miguel. She still loved him, and refused to let him go, even though he had done that to her by pretty much dumping her friendship.
Shaking her thoughts out of her reverie, she stared at John.
"Do you want to come in?" she asked.
"Yeah," he replied, surprised. She didn't seem too mad. He stood up.
She unlocked the door, and led herself inside.
Theresa and Whitney were nowhere to be found. Dumping her purse on her bed, she sat down and turned to John.
"I came here to apologize, Kay," John began. "It was wrong of me to judge you like that, especially since I don't know you that -"
"Don't," Kay interrupted hastily.
He stared at her in confusion.
"You were right. As much as I hate it, what you said was true. What I was planning on doing was wrong." She shook her head in wonder. "I just," she paused, as she tried to find the right words. "I just love Miguel so much." She sighed.
John stared back at her, not knowing what to say. Her words were tugging at his heart. It's so ironic, he thought to himself. Here I am myself falling for a girl who is in love with another boy who will never think of her in the way I'm thinking of her.
John did the only thing he could do. He comforted her. He walked over to where she was sitting on her bed, and put his arms around her. If he couldn't have her, the least he could do was be there for her.
She fell into his warm touch, just sitting there like that with the feel of him so close to her as she absorbed her thoughts.
"You've been a great friend to me," she said a little bit later. She looked up to meet his gaze. "Thank you."
He looked back at her, transfixed and lost in her chocolate brown eyes.
Their faces were so close. If he just leaned over slightly, he could catch a small kiss from her lips. The temptation was rising with every passing second.
They sat lost in that gaze and posture for a little bit. Kay's eyes searched John's, as to get a clue into his thoughts. John, on the other hand, was searching for a facial feature of Kay's that would practically give away the desire she could have for him to kiss her. He saw her eyes shine, and for a second he thought he saw what he wanted to see. That Kay wanted this probable kiss as much as he did.
Just as he was going to bring his face more closer to Kay's than it already was, they were interrupted by Whitney barging into the room.
"You in here, Kay?" Whitney cried, before glancing at either of them. "My class was cancel-" She looked up to see John and Kay uncomfortably separate from each other. He stood up.
"Oh, hi, John," Whitney said quietly. She could tell she had prevented something from happening by coming inside.
"Hi," he said back, offering a small smile. "I better go. Bye Whitney, bye Kay."
"Bye," Whitney and Kay said simultaneously.
Without looking back, he walked out of the room.
"Girl, what did I walk in on?" Whitney demanded to know, turning to her roommate.
"I don't know," Kay replied, lost in her own thoughts. She had seen the passion in John's eyes. Was that passion he felt solely for her, or did the mood and the situation get the better of him and cause him to act that way? She couldn't tell.
"Are you and John..." Whitney began. "You know...." She winked.
"No," Kay answered, shaking her head. "No."
I love Miguel, Kay reminded herself. I can never love anyone the way I love him. But she couldn't help wish that Whitney hadn't barged in when she did.
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