I Don't Bite

2: New Girl

Kylan

A knock on my apartment door has me turning down my stereo. I carefully pick my way over vinyl records, and cd cases. I’m a collector, and unfortunately it makes my place look like a junkyard. I pull the door open to see my childhood best friend, Brekan, standing there with a case of beer.

“Sup man,” Brekan grins. “I brought beer!”

I grin back and move to the side to allow him access to the apartment. Standing at 6’2 Brekan is just barely shorter than me, he’s got naturally bleach blonde hair, and light grey eyes. He dresses in plaid button downs, jeans, cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat to top it off, whereas I normally wear band tees, beanies, doc martens, and headphones around my neck.

“What in the world are you doing?” Brekan asks, as he surveys my office.

“Inventory.” I shrug.

“Uh okay,” He takes one more look around before moving into the kitchen. “Hey did you see the new girl?

I shake my head in response, and then remember he can’t see me. “No.”

“Well, she is hot as f**k man!” He grins as he comes to hand me a beer. “A little to gothy for me, but maybe just your type.”

“I don’t do goth girls.” I tell him. “To much baggage.”

“I don’t know about that,” Brekan pulls out his phone to show me a picture. “Ashley snapped this for me.”

As I look at the picture my heart starts pounding. Hot is an understatement. On a scale of one to ten, she is a twenty. She’s in an off the shoulder knitted light grey sweater. Her dark black hair pulled back into a ponytail, and her obviously natural red lips form a pout, but what really catches my attention is her eyes. They are almost teal in color. I feel like I have seen her before but can’t place where.

“Who is she?” I hate the way I practically whisper the question.

“Kimora Syrallis.” Brekan tells me with smirk.

I freeze with the bottle pressed to my lips. Kimora Syrallis. Why does that name sound familiar? Memories flash through my mind, and I quickly shake them off, refusing to remember the past. I left that life behind a long time ago.

“You know her?” Brekan asks taking note of my posture.

“Nah,” I quickly take a swig of my beer.

“Well anyway, Ashley is having a party at her house tonight, and she invited the new girl.” Brekan continues.

“And?” I ask.

“Kimora is going to be there,” Brekan is silently laughing at me.

“Cool,” I try to sound indifferent, but my voice cracks. “I don’t care!” I snap when I see Brekan staring at me. “she’s cute sure, but again not my type.”

“Uh-huh.” Brekan laughs for real this time. “you say that now, but just you wait.”

Three hours later we are pulling up in front of Ashley’s parents cabin. The party is in full swing when we get there, and several people are already drunker than s**t. Brekan parks and jumps out of his jeep making his way to Ashley. They’ve been inseparable since we were in high school.

I make my way to the kitchen, and as I turn the corner crash into someone. I grab them as I fall pulling them with me. When I open my eyes, I am shocked to see the new girl staring at me. She looks horrified.

“I’m sorry.” She gasps.

“It’s okay,” I laugh as we stand. “Kimora right?”

“Yeah.” She squeaks.

“Hi, I’m Kylan Anderson,” I extend my hand, and she takes it. Her hand is tiny, and soft. Little sparks fly over my skin where we touch, and I become uncomfortably aware of my growing erection.

She jerks her hand away as Brekan and Ashley enter the kitchen. Both Brekan and Kimora stiffen, staring at each other with a mixture of horror and hate. Ashley looks at me and shrugs before moving to the counter for a beer. Kimora shoots me one last smile before scooting around Brekan and disappearing.

“Dude what the hell?” I ask.

“I changed my mind you should stay away from her.” Brekan growls as he moves closer to Ashley.

“Why?”

Brekan freezes. “You just should.”

I wrack my brain trying to figure out this sudden change. The only thing I can come up with is that she’s like him, but Brekan doesn’t know that I know his secret, and I don’t want to reveal that I do yet. I decide to push him.

“Well, you were right,” I laugh. “she is my type.”

“No!” Brekan looks panicked, and even Ashley shoots me a worried look. “stay away from her!”

“I can’t,” I push again. “I’m drawn to her.”

“Kylan-“ Ashley begins. “that’s not such a good thing.”

I sigh and nod. I wasn’t lying I was drawn to her, but maybe pushing Brekan now wasn’t such a good idea. “I need to use the bathroom.”

Brekan and I had pre-gamed quite a bit before coming, as we always did, and right now my bladder hated me. I finish the drink I made, while trying to get Brekan to tell me what was going on and left the kitchen. As I reach the top of the stairs, I see Kimora exiting to the roof. I look at the bathroom door, and then in a split-second decision follow her.

She jumps when she sees me. “Sorry, I didn’t think anyone would come up here.”

“Normally no one does, but I saw you and chose to follow,” I grin as I sit next to her. “I’m sorry about Brekan, I don’t know what got into him.”

“It’s okay.” She shrugs.

“No, it’s not.” I tell her.

We sit there in silence staring at the moon, it’ll be full in a few days. Two days to be exact. My birthday. I try not to think of everything I know about the full moon, but the memories invade my mind anyway. The silence is suffocating so I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “My birthday is in two days!”

Kimora turns to look at me, a smile playing at the edge of her lips. “Really?”

“Yeah,” I shrug. “I turn twenty-one.”

She gasps and looks up at the sky again. “Me too.”

“What?” I ask.

“I turn twenty-one in two days as well.” She laughs softly, and I wonder briefly how her real laugh sounds. She turns to look at me again. “We have the same birthday.”

“Kismet.” I chuckle. She blinks at me, and before I can stop and think rationally, I lean in and kiss her. Her lips are soft, and it must be the alcohol because in the blink of an eye she is sitting on my lap, kissing me back with a fever I didn’t know existed.

Suddenly she pulls back. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” I groan, missing the way she feels against me.

“We just met, and-“ Kimora trails off.

“So?” I pull her to me, and she giggles. I’m about to kiss her again, when a thunderous growl sounds behind us.

“Kylan!”