♠ Troy Milton ♠
I glanced back at Kimberly, who is glaring at me at the same time her eyes speak of so much sadness.
Then I turned to Tyler, whose eyes are in the same state as well.
What should I do..?
The next thing I know, Tyler gripped my shirt with so much anger.
"You used my name?!"
"I.. I.."
I stared back at Kimberly, who wasn't even saying anything nor stopping Tyler.
Geez, I have wounds people!
Her gaze returned to me and her hurtful expression pains me so much more painful than my burns.
"Answer me!" Tyler angrily shouted.
"I'm sorry.." I said helplessly.
"I can't believe you're my best bud! How could you do this to me?!"
I couldn't answer really..
If I tell him-- I did it because if the girl I like knew I was me then she won't even give me a chance to talk to her but then it would just sound like a farfetched excuse.
"Answer me!" He shouted again, his eyes burning of anger.
"It was a mistake--"
"What mistake?! Don't you know what you did was a fraud?! You used me for Pete's sake are you out of your mind telling me it's all a mistake?!"
He gripped my shirt tighter and I can honestly say I am pretty scared but I'm not gay alright.
"Okay.. Tyler put him down.." Kimberly calmly said, gently holding Tyler's flexed arm.
His glare faced Kimberly.
"You tell me to put down this jerk?! I'm not only the victim here!" Tyler raised his tone so I gripped his shirt.
"Don't you dare talk to her like that."
Tyler knows very well not to mess with me when I am mad, and so he let go of my shirt and turned to Kimberly.
"Sorry.."
"It's not your fault.." Kim faintly smiled.
Tyler walked out of the scene because of anger maybe then just leaned on his car, waiting for Kimberly to finish yakking on me maybe.
"So.. are you really the person I am chatting with..?" She said softly.
I don't want to hurt her..
I really don't.
❁ Kimberly Wales ❁
I examined him from head to toe and I honestly felt sorry for him.
He has bruises everywhere!
Infact, more burns than I have..
The question that strikes me the most is.. why did he save me?
Does he care?
Okay, the Tyler I am chatting with said he sort of likes me but knowing it's Troy..
He is my mortal enemy and yet right now I should be beating him up into a pulp..
But..
How could he lie to me like that..?
A mixture of anger, loathe and disappointment filled me at the same time.
I was still waiting for his answer when he took my hand and kissed the back of it.
He let go and it just gave me the creeps knowing I was disappointed.
Why am I disappointed?!
I am not sure why I began to long for his hand touching mine.
He caressed my cheek and a tear from my right eye fell.
Why am I even crying?!
He smiled, that smile I hate so much because it attracted so many girls even if I shouldn't bother..
He wiped the tear on my cheek with his thumb.
My chest hurts so much I can't even explain why.
I can't understand myself!
Why am I acting like this?
I'm still waiting for his answer when he gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered a 'Yes'.
Right now, I am dumbfounded, stiff, hurt and hopeless.
I am angry.
I am angry with him.
More importantly, I am angry at myself.
The next thing I did was to slap him and even if he is full of burns it didn't make me think twice but to slap him.. hard.
My ever reliable palm met his cheek and it created a mark.
I was turning away when he gripped my wrist.
"Wait--" He says.
My sight was clouding up maybe because of the tears forming.
I shook his hand off and stormed off.
I continued to sob, continuously wiping my tears with my handkerchief, heading to the passenger's seat of Tyler's car.
I shut close the door and I see Troy's hurtful face that should look funny to me, knowing my mortal enemy is sad but in reality I didn't even find it funny at all.
Tyler opened the door and leaned on the driver's seat, gripping tightly on the stirring wheel as we drove off.
I stared blankly at the car window not even knowing what to do next.. what will happen to the both of us.. will Tyler and Troy's relationship even fix?
I don't know a thing anymore.
I don't know what to believe in.
My head is filled with thoughts and my heart wants to believe all those messages we sent, all the laughs, the happy times and the feeling of blushing over a small sentence he sent in a chat but now.. it's being covered by all the white lies.
Why am I even crying?!
What are you Kimberly?!
You are so weak!
That is just a normal guy!
Nothing else!
You get to meet more guys in the future..
So what if it's not Tyler and it's Troy?
You don't like them both so move on!!
For Pete's sake! What's wrong with you!!?
That's.. just.. a.. guy..
A guy.. who you thought was the same as you..
A guy.. who you think you're connected with..
But still! You are so weak!!
You see girls move on in break up movies so why can't you just forget what you just found out and throw it straight in the damn trashcan!!!
If there's even a trash bin in your head that is!
Why are memories like this? Experiences?
Can't we just erase the things we want to and live on without even remembering any of them?
Why can't humans be like computers where you toss something you don't like in the recycle bin and permanently delete it if you don't like it not worrying it'll ever come back to haunt you or hurt you?!
Life is unfair!
I wish humans function like computers.
In that way, I won't even think about that stupid guy and that stupid website where it all started..
ARGHHGHHGHHH!!!!!!
Yes, I am going insanely mad in my head.
Maybe the next time you see me is in the mental hospital.
Gah!!
I am practically going crazy!
"Are you alright..?" Tyler asked but I was too frail to even say anything.
The events are just too fast and too bizarre for me to take in.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in--
"I know it's hard for you."
My stare went to his and both of us met each other's eyes.
"It's hard for me too.." He replied, turning away.
We stopped infront of my house and he was well.. making a conversation with me but.. admittingly, I wanted to be alone..
I leaned back on the seat and I understand how he feels.
You know how best friends are.
Like Miley and Heather..
I don't want to see them get hurt as well.
Not to mention, if one of your best friends turned against you.. of course, you'll feel lots of things..
Depression.. Betrayal..
Even trust will eventually fade away.
"Le-Let's just start over." He smiled, but I can see the hurt in his smile.
I didn't get what he meant until I faced him, his hand infront of me and introduced himself.
"Hi! My name is Tyler Hemmington. Not the one you chatted with in the net.. someone who accidentally destroyed your car and is the second most handsome student in our school."
I, in my usual joking self, tried to smile in a way.
I mean-- If he can smile hiding all those pain in him.. how much more can I?
Troy is his best friend.
While Troy is nothing to me.
He is my enemy who once went to my house sending butterflies in my stomach and hatred through my doorstep asking to be my friend..
He is a player.. who only dated once in his entire nineteen years in this world..
He is a flirt.. who sometimes entertains me..
Lastly..
He is the guy I chatted with.. who I thought have so many things in common with me..
Who I thought understands me..
Who makes me smile and teases me..
Yes--
That's the only worth he is in my heart and nothing else!
A tear fell down my cheek and Tyler stared at me in horror.
He quickly took out his blue checkered handkerchief from his back pocket and rubbed it in my eyes.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Let's start again." I said smiling.
"Alright--"
"Hi! I'm Kimberly Wales! Nice to meet you." I smiled.
"Hi! I'm Tyler Hemmington and I believe I already introduced myself to you earlier."
We both chuckled and I cleared my throat.
"So.. I'll be going now." I said.
I was going to open the car door when he pulled me in and kissed me on the cheek.
The other side I mean.
My eyes were widening like it's going to bulge out and he smiled.
"One side was taken by Troy so the other is going to be mine." He winked.
I kind of blushed and just nodded my head sheepishly, getting out of his car and waving until he leaves.
I was dumbfounded because.. two hot guys just kissed me on the cheek.
I walked up the doorstep and that silly neighbor Felisha was still sobbing over the cupcakes which I unintentionally dropped.
She is making me guilty but come on..
"Don't cry over spilled milk." I said.
She glared at me then taunted me.
"Easy for you to say!"
Then she ran off.
I rolled my eyes and mumbled to myself,
"Nobody told you to bake me cupcakes.."
I opened the door and mom was there.
With brand new things.
"Hi sweetie! What do you think? Gosh, I'm so sorry I left early in the hospital.. We need a place to stay so I quickly called the architects and stuff and they did all this but of course, I paid--"
"You mean your new boyfriend paid?" I interrupted, raising one eyebrow.
"Alright! Alright! But that's the same thing."
Yes, If you're asking, my mom is still a foxy lady so there are still guys out there who would want to be her husband.
The only problem here is her.
If she isn't so in love with that old geezer..
Hmm, maybe I should stop calling my dad geezer.. but really, he is not even attractive!
Gray hair and wrinkles everywhere.
I wonder what mom liked about him. *shudders*
The walls in the living room were painted in a happy color, mint green.
The furnitures were new.
All vintage and antique in a way very homey.
The chandelier is pretty new, the last one was more elegant, this is simple but it highlights the wooden furniture.
There were framed pictures of fruits on walls and pictures of random old men..
"Who's this?" I said pointing at one frame.
"That's Picasso. You have art class, don't you?" Mom said sarcastically.
"Yeah.. he looks better in frames than on history books." I chuckled.
I'm still exploring the new house, I went in my room and oh my gosh!
This is what I dreamt of!
"Mom!" I excitedly shouted.
"What is it?" She asked, her heels tapping on the stairs getting louder and louder.
"I love it! This room!"
"I know you do." She winked.
"Thanks mom!" I squealed with delight, hugging mom so tightly.
"Okay okay. Stop it. I c-an't breathe..." She said.
"Ooh. Sorry." I let go of my arms quickly and flashed a smile.
"Enjoy your new room, sweetie." She said, kissing my forehead then leaving the room.
I so heart my bedroom right now!
The wallpaper is fuschia pink with all these colorful paint splatters all over.
My bed is so soft and there's furry lavender and orange pillows everywhere.
I've got a fuschia pink leopard pattern couch and I so dig it!
I've got these cute gummy bear night lights, I don't know where my mom got this but hey, it's my type.
I've got a glass study table, it's so snazzy.
All my gadgets are placed on that table.
Not to mention my Angry Birds speakers! Yeah, I love them to bits!! So this is what they call love at first sight! Kidding.
For some weird reason, my mom installed a karaoke singing machine in here.
Huh, is she going to make my room like her hang out with her friends? Hope not.
I've got a snazzy white laid back chair with a weird shape, somewhat like a letter 'S' beside my study desk, and my own walk in closet! Complete with *NEW* clothes and shoes!!! Eep!
I walked in and I felt like a princess! There were so many compartments.
A cabinet for dresses, compartments below for jewelry and things..
As I browse through the clothes.. I noticed something..
Something.. urgent..
"Mom!" I screamed.
"What is it? Something wrong? *Huff* *Huff*" I guess she ran upstairs thinking I'm in trouble again.
"Where are my t-shirts and jeans? Sneakers? My usual..?"
"But.. I would want to see you in girly clothes. Come on.."
"No!"
My mom, for the first time in my whole life, put her hands on her waist and said 'No'.
"Why??? I'm going to die!!"
Yeah, I am just overreacting but it works everytime.
"No! Kim, this is a good opportunity to get good guys! Well.. you've got two but.. come on, impress them! You've got a nice body I wonder why you won't even flaunt it sometime."
"Gosh, no!!"
"Please? For your mom?" Oh gawd no, she is doing the puppy dog eyes!
"F-F-Fine." I hesitantly answered.
She left the room smiling.
I must say I'm not bad so.. maybe.. I could.. give it a.. try..? I thought to myself as I looked on my reflection on the mirror.
I didn't overthink about it too much and just jumped on my soft bed.
This place is awesome--
The ambience is just so me minus the rocker shirts and ripped jeans.
I wonder why mom replaced it all with.. ugh.. heels and some girly girl flats.
This type of girl I once never in my life thought I would be.. is now going to be the new me.
But who knows? I might like the new me.. or not.
I wanna shout for joy because I really love this new place!
Seeing the house all renovated and new.
But then my gaze shifted to the newly bought laptop sitting on my desk.
Seeing a brand new Apple Mac laptop with higher memory and more features..
Just made me remember..
I don't need a laptop anymore..
I don't need it because I am quitting chatmates.com.
Then I remembered..
I need to call Miley!
Calling Miley--
Miley: What's up?
Me: Um.. uh.. H-How do you disable your account on chatmates.com..?
Miley: WHAT?!?
My phone was away from me when she shouted so yeah, she is very loud.
By the way, I saved my phone from the fire.
For some reason, my phone was saved.
Mom said I might have grown an attachment to it since I was holding it when I was unconscious and he saved me.. T--
I can't even say his name!
He is horrible..
I swallowed the lump stuck on my dry throat, preventing myself from crying again.
Me: I.. I want to quit..
Miley: Why?! Well, if you want.. you can just be idle you know.. not going online and all.
I'll be tempted to be honest.
Especially hearing *Ding* sounds from the laptop and my phone.
Me: No! I want to delete that account right now!
I quickly turned on my laptop and sat on the weird shaped but really cool chair and logged in..
*Ding*
ithinkiaminlovewithK: Please.. forgive me..
A tear fell down my cheek and I brushed it off using the sleeve of my shirt.
Who needs him?
Do I need to forgive him?
But he's bruised and all..
No! Nobody told him to save me.. he did it out of his own free will..
Who needs him?
I will never forgive him.
Miley: Just go to the account settings at the top most portion..
Me: Yeah-- *Clicks*
Miley: Select options.. edit account..
Me: Mm-Hmm.. *Clicks*
Miley: Press delete account.
Me: I got it..
I was moving my mouse arrow to the delete button but my finger was hesitating on deleting my account..
Should I just let it be idle? Do I really have to delete it?
I shook my head and slapped my forehead with the palm of my hand.
Kimberly! You don't care anymore!
Alright?
I mustered the courage and clicked the delete button.
Me: Thanks.
Miley: Why did you delete it? Something wrong..?
She is one of my best friends but right now..
I would rather keep it just to myself..
Me: No worries. I just decided to focus on my studies.. You know it's kind of addicting in a way.. a distraction..
Miley: Oh come on, you've got good grades.. It's not bad to--
Me: I said no!
I'm kinda losing my temper for.. no reason..
Miley: Don't need to get mad.. is something wrong..? You don't sound okay..
Me: I'm fine. (laughs fakely) Goodbye!
Miley: Alright.. bye.
*Click*
No more chatmates.com.
This is the end of my story.
No more Troy nor Tyler.
No more stupid chat mate.
Yes, this is Kimberly Wales reporting my very stupid life and it only proves how suckish and inhumane boys are.
Screw hot guys for being so complicated.
Like hell who needs them?
The end of my overly perfect story.
Yay me.
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Heyo!:D
Before you could say this is a damn kind of ending..
Hold your horses!
This is not the end!;)
For Kimberly it is but for the writer.. It's not. :)
Let's play with the characters some more.>:)
See you in the next chappie!
So what will happen to the messy relationship between the three?
Will Troy get his best friend back?
Not to mention.. the girl who struck his idle heart?
More of the extra characters shining on the next chappies too!:)
I can't wait myself! (giggle)
Thanks to the vomments, please continue to support! ♥♥♥
So what 'T' are you? :)
Troy? or Tyler? ♥ ;)
With love, kimpyvon, your nutella loving author:)