Your Promises Don't Mean A Thing

Kylie Winters. Me. I'm cold. I don't trust people easily, I don't trust anyone at all. Apart from my aunt. She took me in after my mum left us. That was years ago. I haven't trusted since. I don't really do much apart from go to school. I don't have any friends. And I like it that way. I like being alone.


8. Chapter 7

It felt so weird... the new school year. I'd not yet had my first day of school, but Kylie was supposed to begin today. I'd been a little concerned (she never told me about her problems), till she flashed me that priceless smile again, and I realised I had nothing to worry about. Who couldn't fall in love with her after seeing that smile?

She'd left in the morning as usual, and I'd stayed at home and slept till 2 - as usual. That also meant I didn't see her leave. Or see what she'd done. My schoolbag wasn't in my room when I'd decided to do some work; instead, just a pile of all my books and pencil case, and planner. On the floor. Where my bag should've been.

I'd almost exploded with rage. How dare she!

It had been a little difficult to eat my lunch - I'd decided to skip breakfast - but I'd managed to down half of a peanut butter sandwich, which had left me a feeling a little sick, to be honest.

I did manage to get some work done, but it had been difficult trying to not stew in bitterness because of what Kylie had done.

And to top it off, mum told me to go and pick Kylie up after school because she was working late today. I had done this before, of course, it was just that I didn't want to after the morning. But still, begrudgingly, I'd gone to get her, for I still cared about her, and left the house at 2:50.

It hadn't occurred to me that it had been that long since the last time I'd gone to pick her up at the end of the day, so it was surprising to see the chaos of parents and children rushing around on the pavements and hurriedly crossing roads.  Though, it made sense, since it had started to spit, and the clouds had all turned a menacing grey, to signal rain and hailstones. I just wished I'd brought my umbrella as I stood outside the building with all the other parents, waiting for her to come out.

When Kylie had finally come out, along with a stream of other children, we'd began on our way back. As soon as we'd reached the gates, the rain grew heavier. I tugged her by her wrist and we raced down the road to the shops and stood inside one of them. I'd noticed she hadn't worn her coat today, and although it was a stupid choice to make (even I'd worn my coat), I didn't want her to catch a cold or anything.

I told Kylie I'd be right back and ran off down the street. I'd also known she liked chocolate, so I bought two hot chocolates from a bakery that I'd used to go to when I was in her school - and they made it really well!

She'd stopped shivering when I'd returned and seemed a little moved when she saw what I'd gone to do. She still took the warm drink gratefully, nonetheless and sipped it slowly in silence. I'd forgotten all about the bag incident, then, till I saw it hanging on her side. It hadn't angered me, though. I'd only laughed. And then she'd started laughing, too. Soon, we were both cracking up for no apparent reason whilst drinking the best hot chocolate and hiding from the hailstones outside.

The rain hadn't taken long too die down; we left the shop and continued on our way home. It had been nice, having fun with her and sharing great memories and experiences with her.

Not longer after, I'd stopped, making Kylie turn around when she realised I wasn't in step with her.

I asked her what she would do for me, and then said she would probably give up anything for me - as a joke. What had shocked me was she had nodded at what I'd said, but then she'd grinned. I'd suddenly wanted to join in with her jokes again, except I had no idea what was so amusing. Then I'd thanked her, because I'd lacked the guts to apologise. 

We continued walking, till a few minutes later, Kylie stopped right in front of me turned around and said, "well, not everything." I'd also stopped and given her an enigmatic look, but then I understood what she'd meant. That she wouldn't throw away just anything for me. 

I was a little too expectant, there. 

I'd asked what it was she valued more than me - and I could tell it wouldn't be something like "mum" or "a friend". Suddenly, I'd become very desperate to know why I wasn't the top in her books.

She'd opened her mouth to say something, but then breathed out and looked at me. "That," she winked, "would be a secret!" Kylie turned and slowly skipped away a few paces ahead of me, the sun no longer hidden by the clouds and shining on her. My cheeks flushed red and I called for her to slow down as I chased after her.

I was...jealous...of...


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