so unspeakably repulsive, as what I’d heard come from Rachel’s mouth.
I hated her.
It was in that moment, that I felt my first dose of pure unadulterated hatred towards another human being.
And I was angry, so unbelievably furious with Kyle, for dragging me into their world.
Had Rachel been serious in what she’d said? Had Kyle been with her last night?
I didn’t know what to believe. I wished I didn’t care. But I did. The thought of Kyle with Rachel was excruciating.
A dog barked loudly and I watched in wide eyed horror, as Kyle came running up the driveway. He rushed past the truck, pounded up the steps to greet a sickly, smug Rachel, who was now standing at the door.
My heart plummeted into my stom ach as I watched her kiss his mouth, and even further, when he followed her inside and closed the front door.
My brain went into overdrive as I imagined all the possible scenarios that were occurring between them.
Was he with her? Were they doing things, right now?
My stomach churned at the thought, and a deep swell of jealously ignited inside me; burning through my veins.
Of course, I was jealous.
I was freaking pregnant with his baby and he was doing god knows what, again .
How was I ever supposed to trust him?
I decided to make a run for it.
Screw the neighbors; I was getting the hell out of here.
I put my hand on the door handle of the truck at the same moment the front door of the house flew open. Pausing, I watched as Rachel leaned over and kiss Kyle’s cheek.
I stiffened, biting down so hard on my cheek, that I tasted blood.
Marching down the driveway, Rachel muttered, “Bye bitch,” as she passed the truck.
It was then, that I realized, she’d done it on purpose; kissed Kyle, knowing full well that I would see it.
What was her game?
She’d already won; she’d broken us up, so why in god’s name, was she continuing to torture me?
I sat silently, trying to calm myself down before I went back inside.
Dropping my head in my hands, I allowed myself to wallow for a few moments, until the door handle of the truck jerked, and I found myself looking through the glass, into those corn flour blue eyes.
****
Kyle
Lee unlocked the door, and I jerked it open.
“What are you doing in my truck, princess?” Nearly naked .
Lee was crouched low on the passenger seat of my truck in nothing but an over-sized gray t-shirt. My t-shirt, I realized, and my pride swelled a little at that.
Lee glared up at me with angry, accusing eyes.
“I was waiting,” she said coolly, straightening up in the seat.
“Waiting for what? Wait, you got up yourself?” I asked grinning.
Lee had never been able to get her short, sweet ass in my truck before. Hell, she’d tried enough times, and I’d given her more than enough shit for it. This was a first for her and I was oddly upset that I’d missed it.
“Wait, did you strain yourself?” I asked, touching her stomach gently.
Fear climbed into my heart. Dammit, she shouldn’t be stretching like that in her condition, should she?
Lee pushed my hands away as she tried to shimmy down the truck; an easy thing for a person of average height, but Lee was a short ass; barely reaching my shoulder in height.
The drop from the truck’s foot step, to the ground, was three feet more than I was prepared to risk. I ignored her protests and lifted down her with extra care.
“Yes, I got in myself. And no, I didn’t hurt myself, you big douche,” she snapped, storming off towards the house.
I trailed after her, thanking the heavens she’d missed the Rachel exhibit, whilst shamelessly enjoying the view of her swaying hips and peachy ass.
“Why am I a douche?” I asked, following her through the front door and up the stairs.
“If you don’t know why you are a douche, Kyle Carter, then you are, by far, the biggest douche I have ever met,” she growled.
Slipping inside her room , she attempted to slam the door on me and I had to stop it
I hated her.
It was in that moment, that I felt my first dose of pure unadulterated hatred towards another human being.
And I was angry, so unbelievably furious with Kyle, for dragging me into their world.
Had Rachel been serious in what she’d said? Had Kyle been with her last night?
I didn’t know what to believe. I wished I didn’t care. But I did. The thought of Kyle with Rachel was excruciating.
A dog barked loudly and I watched in wide eyed horror, as Kyle came running up the driveway. He rushed past the truck, pounded up the steps to greet a sickly, smug Rachel, who was now standing at the door.
My heart plummeted into my stom ach as I watched her kiss his mouth, and even further, when he followed her inside and closed the front door.
My brain went into overdrive as I imagined all the possible scenarios that were occurring between them.
Was he with her? Were they doing things, right now?
My stomach churned at the thought, and a deep swell of jealously ignited inside me; burning through my veins.
Of course, I was jealous.
I was freaking pregnant with his baby and he was doing god knows what, again .
How was I ever supposed to trust him?
I decided to make a run for it.
Screw the neighbors; I was getting the hell out of here.
I put my hand on the door handle of the truck at the same moment the front door of the house flew open. Pausing, I watched as Rachel leaned over and kiss Kyle’s cheek.
I stiffened, biting down so hard on my cheek, that I tasted blood.
Marching down the driveway, Rachel muttered, “Bye bitch,” as she passed the truck.
It was then, that I realized, she’d done it on purpose; kissed Kyle, knowing full well that I would see it.
What was her game?
She’d already won; she’d broken us up, so why in god’s name, was she continuing to torture me?
I sat silently, trying to calm myself down before I went back inside.
Dropping my head in my hands, I allowed myself to wallow for a few moments, until the door handle of the truck jerked, and I found myself looking through the glass, into those corn flour blue eyes.
****
Kyle
Lee unlocked the door, and I jerked it open.
“What are you doing in my truck, princess?” Nearly naked .
Lee was crouched low on the passenger seat of my truck in nothing but an over-sized gray t-shirt. My t-shirt, I realized, and my pride swelled a little at that.
Lee glared up at me with angry, accusing eyes.
“I was waiting,” she said coolly, straightening up in the seat.
“Waiting for what? Wait, you got up yourself?” I asked grinning.
Lee had never been able to get her short, sweet ass in my truck before. Hell, she’d tried enough times, and I’d given her more than enough shit for it. This was a first for her and I was oddly upset that I’d missed it.
“Wait, did you strain yourself?” I asked, touching her stomach gently.
Fear climbed into my heart. Dammit, she shouldn’t be stretching like that in her condition, should she?
Lee pushed my hands away as she tried to shimmy down the truck; an easy thing for a person of average height, but Lee was a short ass; barely reaching my shoulder in height.
The drop from the truck’s foot step, to the ground, was three feet more than I was prepared to risk. I ignored her protests and lifted down her with extra care.
“Yes, I got in myself. And no, I didn’t hurt myself, you big douche,” she snapped, storming off towards the house.
I trailed after her, thanking the heavens she’d missed the Rachel exhibit, whilst shamelessly enjoying the view of her swaying hips and peachy ass.
“Why am I a douche?” I asked, following her through the front door and up the stairs.
“If you don’t know why you are a douche, Kyle Carter, then you are, by far, the biggest douche I have ever met,” she growled.
Slipping inside her room , she attempted to slam the door on me and I had to stop it
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