Kye POV
I just stand there, shocked. Why is she here? Why is she smirking? And why did she say that with such an evil gleam in her eye? I glare at her still not able to speak. "Kye..." She says seductivily. "How was the kiss?" I want to slap her so badly...No, my father taught me better than that.
Then she kisses me. I push her off me right as Katniss shows up. She glares at Kate and literally drags her out of the house. I smirk at bit at the sight of the brat being dragged out of the house by Katniss. She throws her out the door and comes and sits next to me. "Kye...Why did you do it? Why did you kiss that little brat, crush my daughters heart, then save her? It makes no sense to me."
I sigh and sit down on my bed,"Because I'm an idiot Katniss.." She looks slightly shocked that I spoke. "I know that but why exactly did you do it? You knew she was in love with you, you were in love with her, why did you throw that all away Kye?" I take a deep breath and say,"I don't know. I regret it so much now, that because of me she is gone and I'm still here. That with that one stupid action I killed her without even realizing what I had done. I kissed Kate out of stupidity, pure and utter stupity. I ended her life, and ruined mine."
She stares at me wide eyed. "That was beautiful Kye..Have you ever considered writing poetry?" I laugh a bit,"I do actually. I wrote a poem about Hailey once.." I look down at the floor and remember the night I wrote it. "Can I see it..?" I hand her the poem and she starts to read it out loud.
"Her voice is like velvet
Smooth like the finest fabrics
Eyes as blue as the Sea
Under the spotlights
She didn't know me
She had no idea
One Song that's all it took
To win my heart
I didn't know her
We'll never come to be
I kissed her lips
She ran away
She didn't know me
Maybe that's how it was meant to stay
You might have guessed who this is for
Its not a mystery
Unlike my Used To Be Mystery Girl."
I look down at the floor thinking about Hailey and the night I wrote that poem. "Kye..This is amazing." I look at her shocked. "I never thought is was that good.." She assures me that it's a wonderful poem and continues talking about Hailey and how she will be missed dearly. "Kye..I'd just like to apoligize for earlier.." I look at her and say,"It's fine Katniss. You were just looking after your daughter." She smiles weakly and says something quite odd,"You know they found writing on her arm..One word to be exact..The word slut. It wasn't in her handwriting though which makes me wonder exactly what happened during school today."
"Do you have a picture of the writing?" I ask. She shows me a picture on her phone and I see the word 'slut' in curly pretty handwriting. "Wow.." She looks at me sadly and says,"There was also this.." She goes to the next picture and there is a huge bruise so dark I have to look closely just to be able to read what it says. In different handwriting it says 'Bye bitch' "Who would do this to her?!" I asked outraged. I just realize that a bunch of girls have given me their number. Maybe I can find out who did it if I look at them!
I go over to my desk and open the drawer. I move some pens and pencils and find a bunch of small peices of paper. "Katniss may I look at your phone?" She hands me her phone suspiciously and says,"Okay..I have to go calm Peeta down so I'll come back later. Bye." I mumble a quick goodbye and start sorting through the small crumpled papers. I sort them into piles, messy handwriting and neat handwriting. I immediatly move the messy pile aside seeing as both of the pictures show neat handwriting. Then I sepperate them again, this time in to piles with curly loopy handwriting, and more professional handwriting. I look through the curly ones quickly and compare them to the picture, as I get near the end of the pile I'm starting to lose hope that I'll ever find the right one. Then, I see it. One with the exact same handwriting as the first picture. I can't find a name on the front of the paper so I turn it around and see something that makes my blood boil. There, in big, curly, pretty handwriting is one name I hoped I never have to here again.
"Kate."