46. Overthinking Is The Suicide
It was the beginning of the holiday break. I brought my legs to my chest and wrapped my arms around it while sitting on my bed. Kyle still hadn't spoken to me, and it was driving me crazy. Honestly, I didn't even know if I could talk to him or hear what he had to say. I guess all I wanted was for him to give me some kind of closure.
At least I wasn't crying anymore. I was just...down. I somehow started blaming myself for the incident though. Maybe if I wasn't so confused about my feelings for Shawn I would have given Kyle more attention. But then again, was that an excuse? I mean, if he thought I didn't like him as much anymore wouldn't the reasonable thing to do be sit me down and talk? Trust me I would be finding it a lot easier to get past all of this if he had just broken up with me normally instead of going around kissing other girls.
"Argh!" I groaned and fell back onto my bed.
I was so confused now more than ever. If it hurt this much did that mean I still liked him? Because now Shawn was in the mix.
"Stupid," I mumbled, not sure if I was referring to myself or Kyle.
I sighed and got up. I didn't do it often, but when I did it helped a lot. It was probably starting to freeze outside, but a good walk or run was definetly what I needed to clear my head. I changed out of my pajamas and wore some jogging clothes before exiting the house. I ran out of my neighbourhood and towards the park.
I bent down holding my knees trying to catch my breath. When I was okay I stood up straight again and proceeded to run but bumped into someone. My gaze shifted from the masculine chest I had hit and up to a familiar face.
"Michaels."
"Hey," I breathed.
"Coincidence we're both out for a run huh?" he chuckled.
"I guess," I said. "This was the only thing keeping me from my thoughts."
And now you've shown up, so not so much anymore.
He frowned. "You okay?"
I let out a sour chuckle. "I could look you in the eyes and say yes and you still wouldn't believe me, so why ask?"
"Because I'm your friend and I care about you," he replied.
He cares.
Oh snap out of it Khalan!
"Thanks," I said sincerely. "I'll be going now."
He held my arm. "Come with me."
Should I?
I sighed. "Where to?"
"Just come on," he said.
I followed him closely behind till I recognized where we were going. The small building we graffitied sometime ago. I smiled a little at the memory of that day. But wait, what are we doing here?
"Why are we here?" I asked.
"To work stuff out," he simply replied.
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as we walked in. It was some kind of personal gym.
"I come here when I need to blow off some steam," he told me. "You've been holding in a lot. Just let it go."
"Well gee Shawn thanks but I don't think I can just turn all of these feelings off," I snapped.
"See, now you're lashing out."
I sighed. "Sorry for that."
He led me to a punching bag and handed me a pair of boxing gloves.
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Tutoring Mr. Bad Boy
Teen FictionMeet Khalan Michaels, the seventeen year old straight A, reserved girl who loves music. Shawn Mitchell, the school's bad boy who loves to skip classes and doesn't give a damn about anything. What happens when she's practically forced to tutor the gu...