Sweet Addiction.
Chapter 3; I'm not afraid of you.
"Guys, meet my new friend, Vanessa." Elena introduces me to three girls and two guys
"Hey, I'm Trina." A blonde haired brown eyes girl introduces herself. I smile at her and introduce myself too.
I am introduced to the rest of the group. There is Lyndsey, a red head same height as me and very cheery. Trevor, the quiet one who I've noticed always has his eyes on Lyndsey and there is Jonathan, the flirty guy. Trina, Lyndsey and Elena have been best friends since first grade, Trevor is Elena's brother and Jonathan is their eleventh grade friend who also the 'a-hole' of the group as Elena likes to call it.
"Hi Vanessa, can i call you Van?" Trina asks and i smile at her.
"Sure." I say as i look down at my plate. I got myself a sandwich and a bottle of water. I dont think ill be eating this sandwich or any meal from this cafeteria.
I feel like this food is kept for a week then served to students.
Now that i look around, no one is eating the cafeteria food maybe just water, but everyone seems to have packed their own snacks.
I take a mental note to always pack my lunch. I push the tray away from me and plop my arms on the table as i listen to my new friends' conversation.
"Dude, how on earth would you even fuck Barney?" Elena says pulling at the ends of her hair.
Well, what an uninteresting conversation to listen to!
"Why would you even think about that?" Trina scrunches up her nose in disgust.
"I dont know. When life throws you lemonades, you make tequila." Jonathan shrugs.
Wait, i thought you make lemonades.
"For crying out loud, He is a fictional character in a purple suit who is supposed to entert-"
"Wait what?!" I cut off Lyndsey with a loud gasp escaping my lips. All eyes on the table turn to me, amusement and confusion on some of their faces.
"Are you guys talking about Barney? Like Barney from Barney and friends?" I ask, silently praying the answer is no.
"Of course not." Jonathan says, a slight smirk spread across his lips. A breath of relief washes over me but his next words have me almost puking.
"We are talking about Barney and friends from PBS." He explains with a proud smirk which i wish i would smack off.
Euuuu.....why would anyone want to do that to poor Barney? The guy is innocent and i have no doubt he is going to heaven.
"You are sick." I scowl at Jonathan who winks at me and drapes his arm around my shoulder. I shrug it off as i turn to glare at him.
"So Van, what's up with you and Mr. Hotstuff." Lyndsey asks.
"Who?" I ask with furrowed eyebrows. I have met a lot of 'Mr. Hotstuffs' lately so who exactly does she mean?
Euu, that sounded completely wrong.
"Dont play that clueless chica. Im talking about Kyle Storm." She explains and i sigh.
"We were friends but now we are not." I explain sadly. I dont know what is up with him.
First, he all acts nice, well not exactly, but he introduces himself and warns me to be careful and kisses my cheek then he is a completely different guy who is mean.
Is he bipolar or something?
"Friends?!" Trevor, Brandon and Trina say simulateneously with a shocked expression on their faces. The same Elena had today during class.
What is up with these people? Do they think i am incapable of making friends or that Kyle is incapable?
"Umm...yeah." i state awkwardly fiddling with my bracelet on my wrist.
"Wait....hold up!, hold up! You and the Kyle Storm are friends?" Trevor says like he cant believe we can actually be friends.
"Correction......were!" I correct him.
"That explains why he is staring at you right now." Trina says and i turn to meet where her gaze was.
My eyes land on Kyle, of course. He is seated at a table with about six guys who i dont pay a lot of attention to because it is only on the stubborn boy who is glaring at me with his permanent scowl on his face. My eyes narrow at him, keeping his gaze. He looks up at me in confusion and disbelief and then breaks eye contact and heads out quickly out of the cafeteria.
My stubborn and stupid ass decides to follow him outside. I spot him next to the bleachers pulling at his hair in frustration.
What's got him all worked up?
And why does he look so sexy doing that?
I walk up to him, he hears my footsteps and looks up at me. His features turn angry. Why is he so angry and why does it seem like it is directed towards me?
"Hey a-" i start but he cuts me off rudely.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" He snaps and my heart sinks into my chest. I tell myself not to cry over and over as i look up to meet his beautiful yet angry greyish brownish eyes.
"Are you okay?" I ask concern latched in my voice and he looks at me like I have just lost my mind.
"Why do you fucking care?" He growls taking a step closer to me, his face still curled into his infamous scowl.
"Because.." I gulp audibly as he continues to take a step closer. Our bodies are now barely inches apart and i can feel the warmth radiating off his body and a sweet smelling manly cologne invading my nose.
"Because what?"
I take a deep breath closing my eyes to ease myself. I look up at him then,
"Because You're my friend and even though i am not your friend, you are still my friend and i care." I say all in one breath and i mentally scowl at myself.
Does that even make sense in the history of all the senses?
God help me!
I take a step back and hit the back of the metallic bleachers. He takes another step closer and places both his arms at the sides of my face, leaning his hands against the bleachers.
I purse my lips together then let out a breath. Him being this close to me is doing weird things to my brain and my body.
"Why aren't you afraid of me?" He asks low, his voice deep and husky.
"Do you want me to?"
"Yes."
"Well, i don't." I say firmly without any hesitation in my voice. Why does he want me to fear him? I know he is a bad guy and all that shit but that doesnt mean he doesnt deserve a friend.
He stares at me, like he is deep thought and then his eyes land on my lips then back up to my eyes.
"I kill people mercilessly." He says lowly his face getting closer. Is he trying to find reasons to make me fear him?
"I am not afraid of you."
"I deal in trafficking dangerous weapons and illegal drugs." He says his face now 2 inches away from mine.
As long as he doesnt do drugs.
"Wait, do you do drugs?" I ask just to make sure. He shakes his head 'no'.
"I am not afraid of you."
"I can kill anyone anytime and i can even start with you." He says lowly and danerously with husk to it.
That's hot.
Shut up, you bum dot.
"Then go ahead. You would have done it a long time ago when we first met."
"Dont provoke me." He warns and i scowl at him rolling my eyes.
"Look, I am not afraid of you. I have watched on tv shows and movies, so many bad things that real life has nothing compared to that." I explain.
You are so stupid.
Marla, my subconscious mind scolds.
I aint stupid, you bumdot. I have watched Damon Salvatore and Rippah Stefan snap enough necks and kill enough people to know that nothing in real life can compare to that.
"Well, i want you to fear me like everybody else in this mother fucking town." I wince at his cuss words and scowl at him.
"Kyle, i dont freaking fear you. Get that in your tiny sized brain." He looks at me stunned when i knock my fingers against his head to emphasize my point.
"Why?" He asks his voice kinda soft. Woah, i didnt know his voice can do that.
Because you are so hot and sexy.
"Because you are my friend." I smile at him as my eyes travel around his gorgeous face. His greyish brownish eyes with his long lashes that cast a tiny shadow around his eyes. His well defined jaw and his delicious lips. I blink my eyes and look up to meet his eyes.
"I want to be your friend too." He says vulnerably and i look up at him in shock. He scowls at my expression and i quickly cover it up with a huge grin.
"Yay." I jump excitedly and wrap my arms around his neck in happiness.
A new friend....wait, i think its a renewed friendship.
He stiffens under my arms and doesnt return my gesture. I unwrap my arms around him and he looks at me with a weird expression.
"What was that?" He asks.
Is he freaking serious?
"A hug?" I drawl out.
He sighs, "I have never had any of those."
Jesus Christ on a wooden bicycle!
Is he kidding me?
I smile at him, "Then as your friend, i will have to teach you."
"I am much obliged." He says with an emotionless face.
I take a mental note to teach him how to smile, laugh and all the other expressions normal human beings use.
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"Friends?" Elena gasps next to me and i nod excitedly. After lunch, Elena and i had a free period where we decided to go to the school sports field and gossip as girls. I just told her about what happened at Lunch with Kyle.
"Yep." I smile popping the 'p'.
"Lucky bish." She slaps my forearm and i internally thank her for her choice of words. Elena knows i dont like using or hearing cuss words so she tries her best to minimise the use.
I feel so lucky having her as a friend. She is so considerate and sweet
I chuckle as i continue to eat my Oreos. Kyle gave me these oreos after the bell rung, saying i didnt eat any lunch because he was watching me.
At first, i was like awwwww..
Then the second time, i was like creepy.
"I dont see myself lucky, we are just friends." I shrug.
Elena shakes her head with a small smirk, "shore shore."
I roll my eyes at her and continue to eat my oreos. "So you wanna come with us after school to The Roosters?" Elena asks.
"What is that?"
"Just some cool place we love to hang out after school. What do ya say?"
"Sure." I smile offering her some of my oreos. She picks some and plops them into her mouth chewing like a dog and i scrunch my nose.
"What! Im obsessed with food." She says eating more and i turn my head away staring into the field.
This girl!
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