INVISIBLE STRING

F R I E N D S

killian stormed passed us both- glaring at edin. if looks could kill, killian kennedy would be at the top of the most wanted list. he was trouble- my kind of trouble.

"that guys got issues," edin muttered as i stood next to him. my eyes were glued onto killian as he walked out of the building with a cigarette between his lips. "i don't get how you can tolerate him." he added.

i don't get how i can tolerate you.

"so are you walking me home today?" i asked edin looking up at his 5,8 figure. he was 2 years older than me- yet i still managed to get his attention. now as for keeping said attention- i'm not so sure.

"can't, i've got training." he boringly typed away on his nokia not even bothering to look at me. "but you can come over later tonight? we can watch a movie and.. yknow."

i scoffed and rolled my eyes, "you wish." he shoved his phone in his pocket and wrapped his weirdly skinny fingers around my waist. "cmon sol- we've been going out for almost a year."

i patted his shoulder and smiled, "you'll be okay- you have hands for a reason." i turned on my heel and walked the same direction killian did minutes ago. "call me!" i called over my shoulder. edin only groaned and returned to his phone.

the ireland weather hit me in the face like a slap- and i looked around to find exactly who i was looking for leaning against the wall with a rollie between his lips.

"kill," i started, standing next to him. my hands were stuffed in my baby pink jacket in attempt to warm them up- but the asshole ignored me.

"killiannnn," i tried again. he slowly turned his head to me and blew the smoke out directly in my face. this little shit.

"i've got a question." i swayed back and forward on my heels. he grunted in response- "can you walk me home?"

"don't you have a boyfriend to do that for you?" so he speaks! "he's got training today- he can't." killian scoffed and squished the tip of the blunt between his index and thumb fingers.

he looked at me for a moment- i assume trying to process wether or not he should walk me home. then he just started walking- didn't give me a heads up or anything. five steps ahead of me he said- "hurry up." and i did- in fact go after him.

minutes into the walk he turned over to me. "there's no training today." my head snapped in his direction, "what?"

"he's not at training soleia, he lied to you."
"i know." now he turned his head to me- his expression was a mixed of curious and confused. maybe also a bit pissed off.

"you know? so why the fuck do you stay?!" his tone was now stronger- his words came out as more aggressive. and since the puberty gods decided to bless killian this summer- his voice was way deeper.

i shrugged my shoulders, "he likes me. he pays attention to me," killian scoffed and shook his head. "he doesn't fucking like you- he uses you for whatever your willing to give him." i squinted my eyes at him- now pissed that he was accusing my boyfriend of not even liking me.

"fuck you, he does like me-" his words cut me off
"if he really liked you he would've at least walked you home. and for the record- theres a shit load of lads that like you and pay attention to you. your just to blinded by that asshole to see it,"

they're not you, i wanted to yell.

"whatever killian- mind your business." i said using the same phrase he used on me earlier.

the rest of the walk was awkward silence. his jaw was clenched and i could practically hear him grinding his teeth.

when we reached the gate of my house he looked down at me and shook his head, "he doesnt deserve you," he muttered. i narrowed my eyes, "would you? deserve me i mean,"

"absolutely not. but i wouldn't fucking treat you like a piece of lint on my sweater- brushing you off all the time." my heart pounded against my chest.

i took a step closer to him and saw that face of his that he hid under his hoodie. his beauty was unmatched- he looked like a fallen angel.

more like devil in disguise.

"go inside soleia." that didn't sound like a question-or anything other then a demand.

"when will you stop hiding from me?" i whispered. his fingers twitched at his sides and his face slightly softened at the sound of my words.

but quickly after he put back up those walls that have tried to keep me away all these years. "stop looking for me gallagher, i'm no good for you."

and with that he walked away- just like he always does when things get even the slightest of serious, leaving me with heart to full for a boy to empty.

well theres that..

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