ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝕋𝕨𝕠

𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒕. 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏

Three days later...

I've been texting Kol for the past three days. He went to go visit family.

His absence was so strange. It was almost like I...missed him.

He's getting back around 2 and I'm going to surprise him with a painting.

A painting of burdens.

It was of a black-haired girl, with her knees clutched to her chest, crying blood. Eventually, she cried so much, that she was sitting in a pile of her own blood.

I sign my name in white at the end of the painting. "Perfect," I smile.

I check the time and see that it was almost 2:30. It really took me that long to finish the painting. Wow.

I grab my phone and the painting and head out of the door. I've embarrassingly remembered Kol's address and the directions, so I didn't need the GPS this time.

I hide the painting behind my back and I knock on the door. Kol opens the door and his face breaks into a smile when he sees me. He looks absolutely adorable.

Kol brings me into a hug. "You miss me that much that you come to visit me the second I get home?"

I roll my eyes and playfully shove him. "I have a present for you," I say.

Kol takes one of my hands and leads me inside. Once the door is shut, Kol brings me into a kiss. His hands cup my face as our lips danced with each other. His mouth was warm and inviting. He was making me melt and my heart flutter. It felt so nice.

"Can I give you your present now?" I ask after he pulls away. Kol raises an eyebrow and his hands dip under my shirt. "You can give it to me all night long," he says, suggestively.

I smile and hand him my painting. He smiles as he takes it. "You actually painted me something? I didn't think you would remember."

His eyes skim over the painting in astonishment. "Sweetheart, it is so beautiful. So raw. Full of emotion. Your burdens."

Kol takes off one of his paintings off the wall and hangs up my painting. "So, they'll always be with me," he whispers.

"Do you want something to eat?" Kol asks. "Yeah, you want to order something?" I ask. Kol laughs.

"You're fucking a cook. I'm going to make you something to eat," he says and I blush.

"How long have you been painting?" Kol asks.

"Since I was 5. My therapist told me it's a great way to let out negative energy," I say and Kol quirks an eyebrow at me.

"You were in therapy at 5 years old?" I shrug. "Perk of being a St. Martin."

Kol rolls his eyes. "Your family sounds insane."

Speaking of family, I could tell him about my brother coming. It would be nice to confide in Kol.

"You remember how I said I had a brother and sister I haven't seen in years?"

Kol nods. "Yeah, why did they leave anyway?"

"My sister got raped and got pregnant," I simply said.

Kol almost drops the pan in his hand. "What? Maya, you can't just say things like that so calmly.

I shrug. "My Mom sent my sister away to have the baby and as soon as my brother turned 18, he left."

I let out a deep breath. "I saw my brother a few days ago."

Kol didn't hesitate before bringing me into a hug. "Are you alright? What happened? What was he even doing here?"

My voice cracks. "My Mom ambushed me at lunch. He was sitting there and she was acting like he didn't drop off the planet for 6 whole years."

Kol soothes me by running his hands gently through my hair. "He said that now that I was 18, he wanted to help me run away from our Mother. He expected me to drop fucking everything and run with him," I cry.

The tears start to stream down my face and Kol holds me tighter. "Baby, please don't cry. It hurts to see you cry," Kol whispers.

Kol allows me to stay in his arms as long as I want. I eventually pull myself away and wipe my tears because, after a certain amount of time, it gets so fucking pathetic.

Kol looks at me, his eyes full of worry. I brush it aside and smile. "So, what are we going to cook?"

Kol looks at the pan and then back at me. "Maya, you do know you can talk to me about anything whenever you want? You don't have to hide your feelings. Not from me."

My smile threatens to crack. "How about grilled cheese?"

Kol sighs. "I'm not going to make you a basic ass grilled cheese."

"What? I love grilled cheese. Please make me one," I whine.

I give Kol my best puppy-dog eyes and he brings me into a kiss. His lips brush against mines in a way that's almost provocative.

He pulls away and smiles. "No."

"Way to get a girl's hope up," I smile.

Kol does end up making me two grilled cheeses and one for himself. We laugh and talk about whatever topic we could think of.

It was a nice and natural feeling. Whenever I talk to Kol, I feel so safe and cared for.

Kol was doing something to me. Something weird and strange. And I think I was starting to like it.

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I open the door to my dorm room to Angela sitting at the desk, facing the door. The room was silent.

She looked mad. I've never seen her mad before.

"Angela, are you good?" I ask.

She looks at me like she wants to put me in a grave.

Ouch.

"Earlier today, I went to Leo's apartment. I left my textbook over there and I needed it back," she says. "He said he was actually going to call me. He had something important to tell me."

Okay?

I'm a little confused about where this is going.

"He told me that he spoke to my friend the other day. Short, black hair, and a whole lot of attitude. She told him that he should stop playing with me and be honest about his feelings. He decided she was right. So, he decided to cut me off completely. He couldn't just be my friend and he couldn't be more than a friend."

Realization dawned on me.

Option 1 is looking real fucking good right now.

"Maya and I cannot express this enough, what the fuck is wrong with you?" she yells.

The rage and volume in her voice shook me.

She stands up. "What gave you the God-given right to go and fuck with my relationship?"

"It wasn't exactly a relationship, Angela. You came home most of the time crying!" I say.

Angela rolls her eyes. "You want to talk about healthy relationships? Let's talk about you and Kol."

"What about me and Kol?" I yell.

She air-quotes her words. "Your little 'sex pact'. I mean, it's ridiculous. Just admit you fucking like him and stop being a pussy about it."

"I d-don't like him. We're just sleeping together, but if you're talking about delusion, let's talk about your back-and-forth with Leo. One second you're raving about the beautiful little mixed babies you're going to have and the next minute you're in bed crying your eyes out because he's acting like you don't exist."

Angela is taken aback by my words. "Fuck you, Maya," she yells.

"Fuck you, Angela," I yell back. Angela grabs a duffle bag off of her bag and leaves the dorm, slamming the door.

"Childish ass," I yell when the door slams.

I lay back on my bed and sigh. How did I go from happy with Kol to a screaming match with Angela?

I think about what she said.

Just admit you fucking like him.

I don't like him.

Stop being a pussy about it.

Angela has no idea what she's fucking talking about.

End of Chapter Twenty-Two

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