8. How Could You?
That night I sleep restlessly, but the little sleep I do have is filled with dreams of my friends and home. When I wake up the next morning, I feel groggy and exhausted. Emma studies me from across the room. "Did something happen yesterday between you and Niall? You two basically ignored each other all afternoon once you were done with sailing," she asks. I yawn. "He.....he kissed me," I explain. Emma gasps. "No!" I nod wearily. "Yep. And then he ran off and refused to talk to me since." She grimaces. "Aw, Ally. I'm sorry." I swing my legs over the side of my bed and sit up. "Me too. I don't know what to do." Emma smiles sympathetically. "I'm not good in these situations. Are you coming to breakfast?" I shrug. "I don't know, maybe." Emma nods and heads to the door. "Well, that's where we'll be." I wave and she departs. Once she's gone, I shower and change into jean shorts, a halter top, and flip-flops. Then I plop down on my bed to read a little bit before photography. I haven't been sitting down two minutes when the door flies open and Kat storms in. "You kissed him?" she demands, planting her hands on her hips and glaring at me with a force I never thought I would see other than when my parents yell at me for letting my grades slip. "No," I protest. "He kissed me! And then he ran off and we haven't talked since. Why are you so upset about it?" Kat shakes her head, rolling her eyes. "Are you that blind Ally? Can't you see I like him? And he likes me back? I thought you seemed like a nice girl when I first met you, but now I see what you really are: a backstabbing jerk! You probably just ruined my relationship with Niall!" I shake my head in disbelief, thinking she's the one who's blind. "What relationship, Kat? You and Niall are not dating! I don't know if you had a thing in the past, and to be truthful, I don't really care! But Niall told me he liked me, and it didn't seem like he was lying. Maybe he said the same thing to you, I don't know. But if he's telling multiple people he likes them, then I sure as hell don't want him to kiss me again." Kat pauses, wipes her eyes, and looks at me sadly. "He told you he liked you?" I nod, scuffing my shoe against the floorboards. For a second, I think Kat is going to forgive me, but then she hisses, "You think I'm that stupid? He just met you! There's no way he would fall for someone that quickly." I bite my lip. "I never said he fell in love with me. But he did say he liked me. And I just want you to know, Kat, that I didn't kiss him. He kissed me." Kat narrows her eyes at me. "How could you?" she asks before turning and running out, slamming the door behind her. I lay back, sighing. Tears pool at the corners of my eyes, threatening to roll down my cheeks. I roll over so my face is buried in my pillow, and I let myself cry.