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“Woo-wee!” Kyle whistled as he entered my bedroom, discreetly shutting the door after him.
I don’t why I was blushing from his whistling.
“Where are you going?” Kyle gestured to the pile of clothing on top of my bed.
I looked away from him to stare at my reflection in the mirror. I only turned away for two reasons, one was to actually see how I really looked and the second was because Kyle’s eyes raking me up and down in that way, was alarming.
“Nowhere in particular.” I told him, turning to the side to inspect my curvy hips.
“Then what’s with all these clothes?” He asked, drawing closer towards the mirror. I could see him from the mirror, he was frowning but his eyes were unashamedly staring at my rack.
“I was just choosing what to wear for Saturday.” I told him. I was satisfied with this dress. I didn’t know why, the colour of it was too red, however, it brought out my skin colour. I was mostly satisfied because if this dress brought out that reaction from Kyle, then who’s to say I won’t attract attention from some of Ryland’s friends come Saturday night.
“Saturday?” He sounded confused as if he missed something. “What’s happening on Saturday?”
“A party is happening.” I said, vaguely. I tried reaching out for my zipper only to fail miserably when I couldn’t even pull that damn zip down.
“What party?!” He let out a surprised outburst. “How come I don’t know about it?”
The zipper thing was really starting to piss me off. “Because you are not invited…Ugh! Can you help me?” I asked, staring at him through the mirror.
He was frowning in thought as he approached me.
“Whose party is it?” He asked as he took hold of the zipper.
Suddenly, my body became hyperaware of his fingers near me. The temperature increased as Kyle’s fingers burned the skin of my back once he began unzipping my dress.
My breath hitched and stopped when I felt his finger slowly tracing the skin of my back, moving down in simultaneous with the zipper until he reached the base, the upper part of my butt.
The dress loosened and Kyle’s eyes were trained at the skin of my back. I watched him heatedly through the mirror. It was mere seconds before he cleared his throat and I snapped out of my trance as I held the dress to shield my modesty.
“Uh…Ryland’s party.” I answered him as I turned away from the mirror. I avoided looking unto his eyes when I darted quickly to change the dress in my bathroom, so I didn’t see his alarmed scowl at the mention of Ryland’s name.
Once in the safety walls of my bathroom, I allowed myself to finally breathe the breath I had been holding throughout that whole ordeal.
What the hell was that? I thought as I got hold of myself.
I knew exactly what that was because, by the tuning of my blood and by constant trembling of my insides meant the feeling of Kyle’s fingers against my back was intensely intimate. It left an aftershock to my system but also it left a sense of longing.
I was busy pulling the dress off me and recollecting the moment, when I finally realised that I left my clothes back in the bedroom, where Kyle undoubtedly was.
“Well Fruck!” I hissed to myself. I certainly couldn’t go back in there like this. I was stark naked if you excluded the panties on me.
“K-Kyle!” I called him.
He grunted a reply.
“Can you pass me my clothes?” I asked him.
“Which ones?” He sounded amused by this.
Of course he would be!
“My hellokitty tee and sweats, I think they’re on the floor?”
“Yeah I see them.” He chuckled.
I heard the tell-tale sound of shuffling from my room before he rapped on the bathroom door.
“Don’t look!” I warned.
He chuckled. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“I’m serious, Kyle!”
“I won’t!”
“I don’t trust you.”
“I’m not looking Keya. Jeez, I don’t see what the big deal is, I’ve seen your boobs before!”
I slightly opened the door discretely. “Yeah and we were ten, and I wasn’t even developed by then!” I argued, blushing as I remembered that day when we went swimming. Kyle and I had to share a changing room. I used the towel to put my underwear on but I had dropped it suddenly and revealed my chest to Kyle.
It was safe to say that it was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. I certainly didn’t want that repeated. But, who am I kidding; it wasn’t embarrassment I was feeling now. No, it was much more suggestive than that.
“I have my hand over my eyes, happy?”
I peaked at him from the door and indeed he had a hand over his eyes. So grabbing the clothes from his other hand I quickly shut the door before he could see anymore.
I heard his laugh from the other side. “I saw them!” He insinuated. “I saw Keya’s t**s, I saw Keya’s t**s!” He sang.
“You immature pervert!” I snarled. My face was heating up at his remark. Some other feeling, a feeling I shouldn’t be feeling resurfaced.
“I was joking!” He said suddenly.
Once I finished getting into my comfortable clothing, I pulled the bathroom door open to face him with my don’t-mess-with-me face.
The satisfied and quite cocky smirk on his face, told me the exact truth.
“I can’t believe you Kyle!” I approached him and began poking him.
“I told you not to look! Do you do this to every girl? Know what, don’t answer that!” I huffed.
He was chuckling at my small outburst. “Chill, Keya! Seriously, it’s not that bigger of a deal!”
“It is to me!” I responded.
He scowled.
He didn’t understand. I didn’t want him to understand.
“Cheer up. I’m a guy and guys don’t mechanically submit to what they’re told. Besides I just glanced at them…” He folded his arms around his chest. There’s was a small hint of his tone that sounded like he wasn’t fully satisfied by that.
Because he was wearing short sleeve t-shirt, his movement allowed me to see the contacting muscles of his biceps.
The earlier fire I felt arousing me from his touch resurfaced as I glanced at his form.
I was attracted to him. After almost eight years, I was finally attracted to my best friend.
The universe must have shifted. I thought grudgingly.
It irked me to finally realise this and the situation I was in with him at the moment didn’t help much either.
“See, I’m teasing you, like you’ve been teasing me about Mandy…why do you get to be mad?” He asked.
“That’s different! Kyle, me and you are–” I stopped myself before I said anymore.
“Never mind.””What?” he asked, frowning?
“I said never mind!” I screeched.
He looked up at the heavens as if searching for divine providence to give him strength.
“I’m done arguing. You saw what you saw, it’s done. It doesn’t matter, it’s not like I want to know what you thought of my body!” I frowned in mid-air and turned away from him, forcibly stopping myself from rambling anymore more nonsense.
The tell-tale sound of his hitching breath was unmistakable. “Keya?”
“What?” I forced myself not to turn around.
“Face me.”
“No.”
It was then that I felt myself being turned to face him by his gripping hands.
He had a huge boyish grin on his face and I was trying my hardest to stop myself from looking at him longingly because that grin caused his features to lighten.
“You have the sexiest body, I’ve ever seen, alright! Trust me when I say that I force myself every day to try not to strangle the guys at school because of their insensitive comments about you.” He was serious now.
I frowned at that. “Is that why you chase them away from me?”
“What?”
“I’m not dumb Kyle I know you tell every guy not to talk me.”
He was frowning confusingly at me. “What are you talking about?”
Was I wrong then? Was I being vain to think that? Maybe he was just saying those words to make me feel better, though they more than just made me feel better. Maybe it was my flaws after all that were a turn off to some people
“Why don’t guys in our school want to go out with me?” I asked him, even though, I was now asking myself.
An understanding brimmed unto Kyle. “Because that’s just it. They don’t want to go out with you.”
I frowned.
“They only want to sleep with you, Keya, but they know how feisty and difficult you are so they don’t even bother try to woo you.”
I don’t know why but this made me laugh. It finally made sense now.
“So they are chickens after all?” At that I laughed even more.
“I don’t see how this is funny!” Kyle was scowling worriedly at me.
I shook my head, trying to get hold of myself.
“And all of this time, I was trying to get them to notice me but they were just blatantly ignoring me because they didn’t want to mess with me.” I laughed.
I balled into fits, sitting on my bed.
“I am so done with high school boys!”
Kyle was reluctantly smiling at me for my sake but I could tell by his wary look that he was worried I was going crazy.
“Can’t wait for Saturday.” I mumbled to myself.
Kyle caught on that and he frowned. “Where is this party? And why aren’t I invited.”
“I don’t know yet. Sav will tell you more about it tomorrow, or, you could befriend Ryland and get invite yourself.” I suggested.
By the sour look on his face told me that he definitely won’t be doing that any soon.
“Suit yourself.” I shrugged and then staring at pile on my bed, I decided it was time to pack everything back to the closet.
“Who’s going to be there?” He asked.
“I don’t know Kyle. As I said, Sav knows. She’s the one who was talking to the guy and got an invite. But I think, probably his posse and a whole bunch of people I’ve never met.” I shrugged again.
“Help me?” I asked, gesturing to the pile.
He gave me an are-you-out-of-mind look.
“C’mon, pretty please!” I pouted my lips, giving him a puppy-eyed face.
I watched for moment as he floundered, blinking suddenly as he gave me a lost and afflicted look. For mere seconds he stared right into me, the pool of green eyes seeping unto me and just like that, I felt alarmed.
“Fine.” He huffed, looking away, equally releasing me from his gaze. That’s when I realised that I had stopped breathing and it took me a few while to finally snap out of that trance. The trance that was my dauntingly good looking best friend, Kyle Reyes.
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