Kylie's POV
Only a couple more hours. I've been telling myself this since I got out of bed this morning. Only a couple more hours until this stupid day is over. Today is my 18th birthday, and it sucking. For 3 months now I have not asked for one thing from anyone except to have my best friend come home. And where is he? In stupid LA for promoting a movie. My bestfriend is Ansel Elgort, he's a new actor, and don't get me wrong, I love that he gets to live out his dream, but I hate that he doesn't have enough time for me anymore.
We have been bestfriends since I was eight and his mom enrolled him in my ballet class. He complained about it a lot, but sucked it up. We got along great and so did our parents. We even went on vacations together. We've been inseparable since we met. He gets me like no one else.
Finally the last period bell rings and school let's out. I only have 2 months left then I'll graduate. I make my way to my locker and throw my books in.
"Are you riding with me today?" I hear someone ask from beside me. It's Zach. My boyfriend.
"I just want to get home." I say
"Well I can get you there." He says. He sounds aggravated which he probably is.
"Ok" I say and we walk hand in hand to his car.
I started dating Zach when I was sixteen. I really just started dating him to rebell against my mom. My mom is the kind of person that focuses on how she looks. She's a doctor and it's all about appearance with her. And frankly, having a sixteen year old daughter with a seventeen year old boyfriend that looks like a drug dealer isn't really good for appearances
It's not like Zach's really a drug dealer, but he does throw off the appearance of one. He's really tall, and has quite a bit of tattoos, and his ears are gauged. Not exactly my type, but like I said, I was rebelling. I would have broken up with him, but I just grew to enjoy his company. Well not exactly his, but somebody's that doesn't yell at me for eating with my elbows on the table.
It's just me and my mom. My dad left when I was 13. Can you blame him? My mom controlled him as much as anyone else. My sister, Kate, is the only thing my mom has to be proud of. Kate is a doctor as well, she's 25 and married with a baby on the way. Her husband, Matt, is an engineer of some sort. The perfect family in my mom's eyes. She's still trying to have a perfect family. She has a fiancée, but he doesn't live with us yet, and I don't plan to be at the house when he moves in.
"Hello?" Zach says. I realize he asked me a question, but I was too lost in thought to hear him.
"What?" I ask. He takes a pack of cigarettes out of the back pocket of his jeans. Smoking is about the worst thing he does. You'd think he'd be into pot or something, by the way he looks. He sticks a cigarette in between his teeth and lights it.
"I asked if you were going to mope around for the rest of the day or if you actually want to do something with me." He says
"I don't want to do anything, Zach. I just want to go to bed." I say taking the cigarette out of his mouth and throwing it out of the window.
"Why? Because your boyfriend didn't get to come? Sorry I'm not as sspecial as he is."
"You know it's not like that." I say, but actually it kind of is. For me anyway. I've had feelings for Ansel since I was 13, and he helped me cope with my dad leaving and a bunch of other things I was going through at that time that my mom had no time to help me with.
"Sure" Zach says.
"if you don't trust me then why are we together?" I ask
"Seriously? We're going to go there?" He asks.
"Uhhh yeah we're going to go there. You don't trust me when I haven't done anything, but I trust you after you've cheated on me, what? Four times?"
"Whatever." He says and we pull into my driveway. I live in the suburbs outside New York City.
"Yeah whatever. You're such a jerk." I say
"Well you can be a bitch sometimes too, Kylie. Have fun laying around not doing anything. Maybe I can make it 5 times today that I've cheated." He says revving the engine waiting for me to get out.
I can't stop myself and before I know it I punch him. Not hard just enough to stun him for a second.
"You can't cheat on someone you're not dating." I say getting out.
"What's you're fucking problem?" He asks holding his jaw.
"You are." I say and I flip him off. I turn around and walk towards the house.
You'd think I'd cry after breaking up with my boyfriend, but today's been so sucky this isn't much of a shock. Besides we've broken up a million other times.
Although I do feel like crying just because today's been sucky, and I don't get to see Ansel. I sit on my front porch and hug my legs to my chest and cry.
This goes on for about 15 minuets of just silent crying. Finally I stand up and wipe my face. I leave my book bag on the porch and open the front door. My pitbull, Sadie, runs up and I pat her head and kick off my shoes.
I walk into the kitchen to get a glass of tea, and I get the glass out of the cabinet, and when I turn around I see something that instantly puts a smile on my face.
Ansel. Standing in my kitchen with a huge smirk on his face. I drop the glass and run and jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and hugging him around his neck.
"Oh my God!!" I yell.
"I know!" He yells back.
We stand there, me in his arms, hugging, for what seems like forever and unfortunately he eventually puts me down.
"I missed you so much!" I say wrapping my arms around his waist when I'm back down on the ground.
"I missed you too Kye!" He says, using the nickname he gave me. I feel butterflies in my stomach when he says that.
"Wait. Have you been crying?" He asks, the smile leaving his face, and worry replacing it.
I nod.
"What happened?" He asks.
"Nothing now." I say smiling.
"You cried because of me?"
I nod again.
He takes my face between his hands. "Don't do that. I'd never miss your birthday." He says and kisses my forehead.
My stomach does flips when his lips touch my skin.
"Everyone just said that you were busy, and so did you, and this is the only thing I wanted for my birthday." I say
"Well now that I'm here, what do you want to do?" He asks.
"I don't care as long as I get to hang out with you." I say
"Well, it's your birthday, and you didn't think I'd be here, did you have plans with Zach?" He asks picking up the broken pieces of the glass I dropped.
"Uhm..no. We actually broke up.....again." I say nonchalantly helping him throw the glass pieces in the trash.
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Ansel's POV
It doesn't surprise me when she says that her and her boyfriend broke up. They break up at least once a week. But I ask anyway.
"Why?" I ask
"He doesn't trust me." She says getting another glass and filling it with tea. She walks toward the door and I follow her. We set on her back porch on the porch swing.
"Why?"
"He thinks that I like you, and I can't get it through his head that that's never gonna happen." She says.
What she said hurts. A lot. Never gonna happen. I've had feeling for Kylie since I was fourteen and she was thirteen. I helped her get through a lot of stuff that year. Even things I didn't understand. That was around the time she was starting to hangout with kids her age. I remember this guy that she liked that asked her out, but she was too nervous to go out with him because she never kissed anyone, so I told her I'd teach her and we kissed. I never told her that that was my first kiss too. And now, she's with a jerk boyfriend and I'll never have her.
"Oh" is all I say
"What's wrong?" She asks.
"Nothing." I say. There's no point in saying anything.
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Kylie's POV
Ansel's facial expression puzzles me. He looks hurt. But why? Should I tell him how I feel? Tell him I remember the kiss? Is that why he looks hurt? Because he has feeling for me too? No. Probably not.