"That's not fair!" I exclaimed as I watched Kye place down a chess piece.

"Of course it's fair, I won fair and square," he said to me as he leaned back in his chair, a smirk on his face as he watched my face bottle up with anger and confusion.

"You're a dick," I said, slamming my piece down on the board.

He let out a chuckle as I got up, walking back into our hut and into the kitchen.

I heard him follow behind me, and when I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, he leaned on the kitchen counter.

"You're a poor loser," he told me, and I squinted my eyes at him.

"you're just a loser in general," I replied back, and his smile widened.

"Okay, okay," he said, putting both hands in the air, "this just proves you don't know how to lose."

I rolled my eyes and brushed past him, going back outside and packing the chest pieces away.

He followed me again, and after a moment I felt his fingers slightly touch mine as he helped put them away.

"How are you so good at chess?" I asked after we finished putting the board away.

We both took a seat in the outside chairs, a glass of whiskey in his hands while I continued to drink my water.

"I played a lot when I was a kid," he shrugged, "I was on the chess team at the academy."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise, "I never knew that."

"That's because you were too busy plotting your revenge on me," he smiled.

I rolled my eyes, "yeah cause you were an ass."

"Don't give me all the credit," he replied, "you started this whole thing."

I sat back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest.

"No I didn't, you did."

He placed his glass on the table in front of us, "Aliyah, you're the one who purposely spilled that drink all over me in third year."

"What are you talking about?" I said, "That was you."

"No it wasn't."

"Yes it was."

"I'm telling you right now that was you," he said.

"So you're telling me, after years of fighting and hating each other, it was because we both spilled apple juice on each other?"

It got quiet for a moment, and then we both started to laugh, both of our voices filling the patio we were sitting on.

"You've got to me fucking kidding me," he said after he calmed down, and I let out a small chuckle.

"I mean-" I smiled, "this doesn't change all the things you did to me after that."

He let out a snort, probably remembering all the "accidents" or terrible things he did to me.

"I wouldn't be talking if I were you," he said, "you did many things to me too."

"Like how I made you fail that test," I laughed.

"Or how you fucking stabbed me in the arm."

I let out a loud snort, my body hurling over in laughter.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that."

When I pulled myself together, he was smiling as he looked at me, and I wiped the tear of laughter away.

A sudden phone call made both of us stop talking, and Kye pulled out his phone.

"Tyler," he said into the phone, "you know I'm on my honeymoon."

he moved his eyes to me, then you got up from his seat.

"What time?" he continued on, walking over towards the railing.

"Yeah fuck," he whispered, "I'll be there."

He clicked the end button on his phone and placed it back into his pocket.

"Who was that?" I asked as I got up, walking over to him.

"An old friend of mine," he answered, "he invited me over tonight."

"Oh," I said.

"I won't be long," he said as he walked past me, and then he stopped at the doorway.

"Don't wait up for me, okay?" he said, and I nodded.

I watched as he left, grabbing his keys and shutting the door behind him.

"That was fun while it lasted," I whispered to myself, rolling my eyes as I grabbed my book and headed towards the patio once more.

✥ ✥ ✥

I wasn't sure how long I was sitting here, but the sun had now set, and I headed back inside to make dinner.

I ended up making myself pasta and salad, enough to fill me up.

I washed the dishes and put them back into the cupboards, grabbing another bottle of water and taking a sip.

I grabbed my phone and leaned against the counter, scrolling through Instagram.

I reached a suggested account, showing a party that was happening not that far away.

I took another sip of my water and clicked on it, opening up the girls page and showing all her photos.

I took a look at her profile, most of them being her in bikinis, or her going out with friends.

I scrolled back up to her bio, noticing the purple circle of her story.

I clicked it, wondering if it's that party she was at.

I saw as she threw herself on a man's lap, kissing him. I didn't see who the guy was, for her face blocked him.

I clicked to the next slide, and when I did, I sucked in a sharp breath.

Kye's face was in the camera, the girls tongue on the side of his face as she took a sip of vodka and lime.

I instantly clicked out of the story and shut off my phone, placing it onto the counter and pushing away.

I shouldn't feel this way. I shouldn't care.

We were fake, he can do whatever he wants.

Oh god. The feeling of my heart shattering made my eyes tear up, the image of them kissing stuck in my brain.

After all this time have I grown to like him?

"Fuck!" I said as I put my face into my hands, the tears starting to pool out fast.

I wouldn't cry, I wouldn't feel anything for him.

I wiped them away, but it didn't stop the rest of them rushing down my face, soaking my cheeks.

The sudden sound of the door opening made me jump, and I heard Kye place his keys down on the table.

I quickly rushed to the bedroom, wiping away the tears quickly as more started to come down.

"Aliyah?" I heard him say.

The room was pitch black, and I watched as the light flooded in when he opened the doors, his hair messy around his head.

He noticed the empty bed, and then his eyes scanned the room, landing on me.

"Why are you up?" he asked, walking towards me.

I backed up, my back hitting the desk that sat at the wall.

I didn't answer as I tried to wipe the tears away again, hoping he couldn't see me crying in the dark.

His body reached mine, and I could smell the strong alcohol on his breath, and the way his hands shook as he put them on either side of the desk, trapping me in.

"What's your fucking problem?" He suddenly said, and I still didn't reply, afraid my voice would shake, or he could sense the fear and hatred I have.

"Answer me," he snapped.

"No," I whispered, and I winced at my hoarse voice.

"Are you crying?" he said, his eyes trailing over my wet cheeks.

"No," I said again, and I watched as his eyes darkened.

"I don't like it when you don't answer my questions properly," he whispered, his face coming closer to mine.

I held in a breath when he was inches away, and I could practically feel my heart stop when I felt his lips on my cheek, kissing away the tears.

He did the same to the other side, his soft mouth planting delicate kisses over me.

I shook a bit when he pulled away, still only inches away from my face.

"Don't touch me," I said harshly, and his grip on the desk tightened.

"I know that you saw Aliyah, let me explain." he said quickly.

I turned my lips into a snarl, and went to push him away.

He instantly caught my hand in his, gripping onto it tightly as he pushed me back into the desk.

"Are you jealous?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

I was shaking in anger, my body practically fuming as he talked to me.

"Well maybe this will make you feel better," he said before moving his mouth to my ear, his breath fanning against my neck.

"I only thought of you my sweet Aliyah, that's why I pushe-" he started.

"Stop lying to me," I said quickly.

I felt his teeth slightly graze against my skin. "I only saw you, your lips against mine."

My breathing started to pick up as he said these words in my ear, my body heating up as I resisted to clench my thighs together.

He pulled away, the alcohol on his tongue making me feel dizzy.

"But you're off limits," he whispered, "too fragile to touch."

"I am nothing to you," I snapped back quietly.

His smile only grew larger as his hand traveled up my thigh, slowly going up and down my skin.

"Would you be saying that if I flipped you over on this desk?" he hummed, his fingers trailing up higher on my bare skin.

"Oh how good you would look begging me to fuck you, begging for me to let you finish."

I sucked in another sharp breath when his fingers trailed over my panty line, snapping back the fabric against my skin.

"You're drunk," I whispered, and he shook his head, bringing his mouth to my neck, sucking against my skin.

"Drunk off of you," he whispered against me, his hot tongue making marks against my neck, his kisses so harsh my knees felt weak.

And when he fingers ran over the middle part of my underwear, I let out a breathy moan, and that's when he pulled away, wiping his swollen lips.

His eyes were wide as if he instantly sobered up. "You should-" he started, "you should go to bed," he said, walking out the door and slamming it shut behind him.