"When are your parents coming home?" I asked while I sat crossed legged on the end of Kyle's bed. Kyle was stretched out beside me with his head against the wall.

"Not until tomorrow, so we have the whole place to ourselves," I took a look at him, his piercing eyes were trained on me and he wore that smirk like a tight fitted top.

And it was as if he could see my thoughts, look right into my soul.

Kyle had taken my mind off my mother and my sister, and finally I was smiling again. I had so much thanking to do, but for now I wanted to enjoy the company I had.

Kyle was being so sweet, so caring. I loved this side of him, the side not many people saw. It's not as if I saw it at all, but now I had, I loved it.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked as he now sat up, his full attention trained on me.

"Nothing," I shook my head. "Nothing at all, just daydreaming,"

"Right," he replied sarcastically.

"What?"

"Oh nothing," he smiled.

I took in his room. It was dark, chilling almost, yet it was surprisingly comfortable.

It definitely fitted Kyle, dark, secretive, closed and manly. It was quite bland and boring, there were no posters or pictures to mark this room as his. I knew I had to change that.

I got up and made my way to Kyle's laptop, luckily the printer was situated just next door to the laptop.

"What are you doing?" He asked suspiciously. I turned around and smiled.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out," I replied as I logged onto his laptop.

I went on a search to find a picture of me, I didn't know whether I was doing this just to wind him up or whether it was because I wanted to. I guess it was abit of both.

I found a suitable picture off of Facebook, and went on to printing the photo out.

"I'm really curious as to why you're using my printer," he said from the bed.

"Good, stay curious," I said absentmindingly as I concentrated on the printer.

"I hate not knowing," he muttered under his breath. " She's lethal I tell you,"

"Will you promise me one thing?" I asked mishcheviously. He looked at me skeptically.

"Depends what it is,"

"Promise to keep an open mind?" He arched his brow.

"Show me first, I suppose I'll keep an open mind though," he smiled wickedly. I nodded my head.

Once the printer had finished printing my picture, I found some sticky tape lying about and told Kyle to close his eyes. Luckily, he did as he was told.

I stuck the photo up on to his wall and told him to open his eyes.

"Look, it's me," I smiled playfully. He smiled. I was hoping to wind him up, but his reply shocked me.

"You know where it would look better?" He asked. I shook my head, but he pointed to the ceiling.

"Why?" He shrugged his shoulders in reply.

"I like it, I do like that photo," he peered at it again. "No, I like it," he seemed almost happy with it, happy with himself. I guess that backfired.

I went to take it down, but he stopped me.

"Don't take it down," he ordered.

"Why not?"

"Because I want it to stay there, plus you just wasted a piece of paper, I might aswell use it," I smiled in reply.

"Fine," I laughed as I dived back onto the bed. Atleast his room had a little more character, even if it was the wrong kind.

"You are-" suddenly I was cut off by the door bell. Kyle jumped up from the bed and made his way to the door.

"Keep that thought, I'll be back in a few seconds," he held up an indicating finger.

I sat there on Kyle's bed, twiddling my thumbs.

It had almost been 10 minutes since Kyle had gone to see who was at that door. I had suddenly become curious. I got up to investigate.

"Baby, you're so sexy, definitely the hottest guy in the school, I'm so glad you moved here," a sultry voice said. I took a closer look as I stood at the top of the stairs, careful not to make a sound.

Suddenly, a long haired brunette made her way forward, circled her arms around Kyle's neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

Something like jealousy made it's way to the pit of my stomach, I was angry, upset. This was all I needed.

Kyle didn't let go, he put his hands on her hips, looking like he was enjoying it. I clenched my fists.

With a sudden deflating and defeated feeling, I ran down the stairs and pushed past them both. I couldn't witness it anymore.

Before they even registered I had gone, I ran as fast as I could, away.

Why was I running? It wasn't my buisness who he banged. It wasn't my buisness at all. I just felt something so strong and I was so confused.

A hand grabbed out to get me, it was Kyle's.

"Where are you going?" He panted. He was obviously faster than me. I was trapped.

"Away from you," I sneered.

"Don't be like this, Cali, come back and let me explain," he pleaded.

"I don't want to hear it," I replied angrily.

"Cali-"

"I said I don't want to hear it!" I bellowed. Why was I so upset? I didn't know. Did jealousy really rear it's ugly head?

Or was it because of what happened today? Was this just an excuse to cry again?

"Let me explain!" He barked.

"No, you're a pathetic man whore,"

"That's enough!" He roared. "That's an absolute fucking enough, Cali! You can't run away and not let me explain! Your assumptions are wrong, can't you see that?" He yelled. I took a step back in fear. His chest rose up and down rapidly. He sighed. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"It's okay, I get it," I whispered before retreating backwards.

"Don't leave, Cali, you can't go out at this time,"

"What do you care?" I snapped. His eyes were ablaze.

"Don't be a bitch,"

I pointed to myself, "Me? A bitch?" I scoffed as tears made their way down my cheeks. "You're just like my mother, like my sister, you're a dick, Kyle," I began to sob. I was never this weak, yet I couldn't find myself to stop.

"Shit, I am so sorry, Cali," his face deflated. He made his way to me as I took steps away.

"Don't come near me," I sniffed. "Leave me be," I bit through angry tears.

"Cali, please, come to me," he said as he opened his arms. His face looked so vulnerable, so young.

"Never,"

"Cali, please, sweetheart, listen to me. You're upset, I get it, but you need to come back home with me, you can't be on your own out here," he pleaded. I was torn.

"Just go, Kyle, I don't want to see you," I sobbed.

"Cali, come to me,"

"I'm not a dog!" I yelled. The anger coming back, I had steam to blow and my only target was Kyle.

"Cali, you're not a dog, but please, please come with me," he pleaded so desperately, so softly, as if he was talking to a child. It angered me, yet my features softened anyway.

Suddenly, with a feeling of desperation, I ran into his arms, my face finding his shirt once more today as I sobbed.

It was unfair to take out all my anger on Kyle, I had no right to do so.

Right now Kyle was all I had, I needed him.

It wasn't my buisness at all. Kyle and I were friends, we didn't need to get involved in eachother's buisness.

I was still hurting, I wasn't strong enough to deal with my family, I try to be, but I wasn't. In reality nobody can be.

He wrapped his arms around me tightly, a feeling of relief flooded through me. I felt safe, and right now that wasn't abnormal, not now.

He picked my up carefully-as if I was made of glass-and took me back to his place.

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Cali doesn't necessarily get jealous in this chapter it's more that she is angry and upset about her family and took it out mostly on Kyle. She's a mess emotionally because of what her mother and Tammy did, (mostly her mother) so when she saw them she just ran, like Cali always does. Plus there was a tiny but of jealousy, but you know, there should be;)

Hope you enjoyed this one! I was thinking of doing Kyle's P.O.V, but I don't know, what do you guys think?

Anyway, please vote and comment!? Love you guys!!!!x