*This book is currently being completely re-written, the plot, characters etc WILL change. When I began this book, I was 16, it is not a true reflection of my writing now and therefore no more chapters will be added until I have edited the current c...
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ESME'S POV
SUNDAY 29th OCTOBER 2017
"Not here Kyle," I snapped at him and his eyes moved to me.
"I'm guessing that's the guy you were kind of, sort of seeing?" Tom asked me and I looked at Kyle's hurt eyes.
"Was?" He choked out and looked at his friends who were moving to a booth to escape the awkward situation. "You're fucking him now?"
"Jesus, Kyle. No, and not in front of the kids," I pushed myself off of the chair. "I'm so sorry about this Tom, could you look after Eve whilst I talk to him?" I asked him with pleading eyes and he nodded.
"Okay..." He seemed unsure of Kyle which was probably because of his angry glare but I grabbed onto Kyle's arm and dragged him out of the door. We moved to somewhere that nobody could see us and I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
"You're here with him?" Kyle wasn't even looking at me because he was so angry. "I thought..."
"You thought what Kyle?" I snapped at him. "You made it very clear to me that you aren't looking to be exclusive and he asked me out... he's a nice guy so I said yes. Maybe he actually wants to settle down and be my boyfriend unlike you," I shrugged.
"I don't recognise him from school," he stated blandly.
"He's nineteen, he graduated last year," I told him and he scoffed.
"You know what he's after then don't you? He doesn't like you Esme, you're just hot and he wants to get in your pants," he hissed at me. He was obviously trying to hurt me but it was just making me angry at him.
"So exactly what you want then? No commitment, just I'm hot and you want to get in my pants?" I used air quotes and he clenched his jaw.
"You know it's not like that Esme," he moved closer to me so my back was up against the brick wall and his hands were leaned against the wall on either side of my head so he had blocked me in.
"Then what is like, Kyle? Enlighten me to what the fuck we are doing here because somehow you keep hurting me and you're not even my boyfriend," I shrugged and he nodded.
"Why are you here with him?" He asked me, completely ignoring my question to him.
"Because I was hoping I would find someone I like as much as I like you who actually wants me back, but I haven't. I haven't because for some reason I can't get your damn face out of my head, I'm here with him and somehow I'm continuously comparing him to you. He's a nice guy, he's so lovely to me and I should like him but I don't and I hate myself for it," I shook my head. "I can't keep getting hurt like this."
