Coarse language. Earns the rating of R.

The Pieces of My Broken Heart II

Casey parked his bike outside the door and knocked. Kit opened in a few seconds, her face carefully blank. She smiled wanly.

"Hi," she said hoarsely. "Parents went out to eat. Come on in."

She stepped back and Casey followed her in and up to her room. He looked around in confusion.

"Kit. Where's Rob?" Casey had an idea, but didn't speak it.

"He didn't come. That bastard didn't come. He probably fucked my cousin."

She shook her head. "God. I'm such an idiot."

She picked up the phone and handed Casey an extension. Casey sat down next to Kit on the bed and watched her dial the number slowly, reluctantly, as if she didn't want to call and find out anything.

"Hello?" asked Rob groggily. Casey put his arm around Kit's shoulders when he saw her eyes start to well up.

"Rob?" she squeaked. "It's Kit. Why…where are you? I mean. Why aren't you here?"

"Frankly, Kit-" You don't give a damn, finished Casey in his mind.

"-I don't want to see you. I think it would be best if we didn't see each other anymore."

Kit's jaw dropped. "What? Why?"

Rob sighed. "I think it would be best for both of us if we just broke up."

Kit looked panicked. "You're dumping me?" she asked bleakly.

"Not really dumping. I just think we're growing apart as people. It would be-"

"You're dumping me!" repeated Kit.

"Well, fuck it, Kit, stop being such a goddamned parrot! Yes, fine then! I'm dumping you! Now go tell your friends what a chump I am."

"You're dumping me over the phone?"

"That's what you're talking on, isn't it?"

Kit blinked at his callousness. "Rob, what's wrong?"

Silence, then…

"WHAT'S WRONG?" exploded Rob. "You are such a bitch! You bitch! I don't believe you! You act so fucking innocent!"

"Maybe because I am innocent!" snapped Kit.

"You are such a fucking liar. I do not believe you. I know, okay, Kit? So stop pretending. I know."

"You know what?"

"Goddammit, Kit, I know about you! I know what you've been doing behind my back!"

"Doing what behind your back?" Kit's voice became suddenly very cold.

"I know about you and Casey, okay? I know you're cheating on me with him."

Casey felt Kit get very tense and she shrugged his arm away and stood up, narrowing her eyes.

"I'm what?" she said in a low, dangerous voice.

"You've probably fucked the little bastard. That little-"
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Kit screamed, and Casey held the extension away from his ear.

"HOW DARE YOU!" shrieked Kit into the phone. "I LOVED YOU, YOU BASTARD! I NEVER LAID A HAND ON CASEY! I WOULDN'T DO THAT TO YOU!"

"Kit, don't you dare yell at me-"

"FUCK YOU!" screamed Kit at the top of her lungs. Casey stared at her. Her eyes were narrowed. She was on the breaking point and looked very, very dangerous.

"WHAT?" yelled Rob.

"FUCK! YOU!" Kit hollered at the phone. "Your mother called me! I know what you did, you asshole! What did you do with her, huh? Did you go all the way? Did you fuck her, Rob? Did you make it with my COUSIN?"

"Don't you start with me, you sanctimonious bitch! Go fuck that little girly boy you keep around for a toy-"

That did it.

"I NEVER TOUCHED HIM! I NEVER TOUCHED HIM! YOU SON OF A BITCH! FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!"

Kit ran over to the desk and started hitting the phone on the desktop furiously, screaming at the top of her lungs. "I hate you! I hate you!"

Casey ran over and grabbed Kit's hand and wrenched the phone from her hands, prying each finger open and finally pressing off. The second the little beep echoed in the room, Kit dropped the phone and stopped screaming. She stopped moving enough for Casey to see the tear streaks down her cheeks. She went limp and slid down to the floor, drained.

"That lying bastard. That little shit. That…son of a bitch." She suddenly blushed and let out a choked sob. "Oh, God," she whispered, shaking. "And I…I…"

Casey paled. "Jesus, Kit. Did you…did you sleep with him?"

Casey withdrew slightly, looking at Kit carefully. Suddenly with that possibility open, he looked at Kit differently. She seemed more at risk. She didn't answer for a while, but during her silence Casey was staring at her, her tank top and guys boxers and, thinking about it, started to blush himself.

"No," she finally choked. "but I was going to."

It was then that Casey saw the little teal box sitting on her desk. He picked it up and walked to Kit's window and threw it out. It landed in the next door neighbor's flower bed, the box opening on the way down and sending little foil packets raining down among the peonies. He stood, leaning against the wall and stared at Kit as she began to talk.

"I can't believe he did this to me. He…I never touched you. Never. And he…and Hayden." Her face went hard and she narrowed her eyes in determination. "I'll show him. Toy? Bastard. Fine, then. I'll make it true. I'll make it true."

She stood up and looked around, wildly, tears still running down her face, but no longer sobbing. She moved over to Casey and put a hand on his shoulder, pushing him back against the wall. Their faces were inches apart. Casey leaned back as far as he could, his head bumping against the wall.

"Kit, what are you doing?" she whispered.

"Making it true," she whispered.

Casey blinked. He could feel her breath on his face and Kit's other hand touched his cheek.

"Kit, I think you're just trying to..um..forget, and it's not a very good idea-"

"Casey," she interrupted. "Shut up and kiss me." (Thank you Rene, for the perfect line!)

Kit stared at him for a split second and then kissed him. Casey's eyes widened and then he squeezed them shut. He felt heat all over, like when you put your hand in water so hot it feels cold for a moment. He felt the blood pounding in his head. In a dreamlike state, he put his arms around Kit's waist. Her hand was behind his head now, her fingers twined in his short hair, and her hair brushing against his face. But suddenly he was yanked back to reality when Kit broke away and backed up, shaking her head and looking terrified. He took an involuntary step after her, his feet moving of their own accord.

"Oh my God," Kit whispered in a shaky voice. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry, Casey. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Please…I'm so sorry."

She sat down on her bed and started to cry. Her eyes closed, but she forced them open again and made herself look at Casey. His face was flushed and his hair rumpled a little and she knew she looked the same. Guilty. He was looking at her with a mix of emotions. She gazed at him in remorse. His lips looked puffy now, kiss-bruised. She guessed he'd never kissed someone before.

"I'm sorry, Casey," she said tearfully. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to- I mean, I really. I'm sorry!" she wailed. "I'm sorry!"

Casey finally found the ability to move and he walked over to sit next to her. She leaned her head on his shoulder and cried. He awkwardly patted her on the back, still very uncomfortable and uneasy. After a while she started to look very tired. Casey pulled back her covers and helped her to lay down.

"Casey?"

"Yeah?" he replied hoarsely.

"I'm sorry you had to hear all that."

"It's okay."

"And Casey?"

"Thank you."

Casey smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed. He fell asleep there, laying on top of the comforter with his head next to Kit's on the pillow. When Kit's parents came home they woke him up and drove him home after hearing what happened.