My Kyle Obsession : Part 2

Over the weekend I had stayed at Grace’s to “help clean up” was the excuse but really I was recovering from having my stomach pumped. On the Sunday I was so fed up of staying inside me and Grace decided to go shopping up London. Not Oxford Street, that doesn’t cure the retail therapy I need after what happened Friday night! Knightsbridge was where all the good stores were.

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It was now Monday, the dreaded back to school after getting completely fucked and having everyone look down on you. Well I didn’t care, I was wearing my next season Gucci almost skin tight trousers with a Dolce & Gabbana trench and Ray-ban Wayfarers, I was now almost broke but I don’t care, it was worth it. I also brought Grace a Marc Jacobs bag for being such a good mate. I really didn’t care about money … it was just nice to have it but when it’s gone whatever! I walked into my textiles class everyone just stopped and stared as I walked over to my desk, was it because of Friday nights events or because of the clothes? I don’t know or care. I turned to my friend Rose.

“Why is everyone staring?”
“Either because of what happened Friday or because of that D&G trench!”
“Oh … okay.”
I got work sketching out ideas for my final piece of this project. There was a knock at the door but I didn’t look up. I heard people gasp but still I didn’t look.
“Sorry to disturb. But could I borrow Marc for five minutes?” I could of recognized that voice anywhere. It was Kyle. Why did I give him a copy of my timetable?! STUPID!
“Yeah, thats fine.” My teacher replied … for fuck sake all the times she has said no when I actually need and want to talk to that person!
“Sorry, but I’m busy.” I just carried on with my work and just ignored everything and everyone until the bell rang. I pulled out my timetable.
“SHIT!”
“Marc! Watch the language!” the teacher shouted at me.
“Sorry.” I rolled my eyes.
“What’s up?” Rose questioned.
“I’ve got english language next, with Kyle and I sit right next to him. No way I’m doing that.”
“Hmmm”
“But at least Liz aint here so I can sit with Grace.” I replied.
“Oh yeah, it’s fate.” Rose said in her quiet voice.
“Okay dear I wouldn’t take it that far” I laughed to myself and left the classroom.

Walking to the english department I could feel many eyes on me but I just kept mine to the floor even though no one could see my eyes through my black Ray-bans. I knew I was later as soon as I walked through the door and everyone was in there seats, I saw Grace showing all the girls her Marc Jacobs bag and they was all swooning over it. I parked my cans in the seat next to her.
“Hi, thanks so much for this.” Grace pointed to the bag.
“No problem, a little gift for being there for me.”
“It’s hardly little!”
“Hmm.”
“You look great today by the way, everyone was betting that you was gonna come in wear a pair of sweats or something.”

I laughed “What? Me? When I knew I was gonna be center of attention?”
“I thought you was gonna dress amazing, so I bet with almost everyone in here and look at how much I made.”
Grace showed me her purse was now full of cash.
“Was you the only one who betted I was gonna look nice?!” I was a bit surprised to be honest.
“No, someone else did.” She nodded her head in Kyle’s direction.
“Urghh. Don’t even go there.”
“He does care about you and needs to talk to you.”
“Sure, I don’t believe that after you tell someone you love them and they walk out on you. No”

For the rest of the class I hardly replied to Grace trying to persuade me to talk to Kyle. Yet again the bell rang but when I had finished writing to last sentence to my work, everyone had gone except Kyle, even though I asked Grace to wait. Bet that sneaky bitch planned this.
“Are you busy at the moment Marc?” Kyle walked slowly over to my desk.
“Yupp, I really am” I scooped everything back into my bag and turned my chair and got up ready to leave but Kyle grabbed my arm.
“Excuse me, but I would like to leave.” I hissed
“No matter where you go, I’m just gonna turn up until you talk to me, so we might as well get this over done with now.”
“Fine but not here. C’mon.”

I walked out of the class and speeded off towards to student car park yet I never checked behind me to see it Kyle was there. I saw everyone looking at us walking towards my car but I didn’t care. I opened the driver door after I unlocked it and got in. A few seconds later the passenger open, as soon as the door shut I sped off out of the car park and up the road towards the park we went to when we first met up in year 10. I parked my car and hopped out and stormed off down the hill.
“Hey! Wait up.”
“I don’t wait.” I shrugged myself out of my trench as it was getting warmer. I slomped myself down on a bench right on the edge and waited for Kyle to slowly trudge his way over. After what seemed forever he sat down.
“Okay, off you go.” I ordered
“Marc, I am so sorry you can’t understand how guilty I feel…”
“You don’t understand how much I regret what I said Friday night.” I butted in.
“Well I don’t regret you telling me who you really are, I don’t care if you’re gay but I left because once you told me you loved me I needed to think. I drove to the bottom of Grace’s street and sat in my car thinking, what am I doing!? He is my best friend and has been since I was 16. I thought about all the good times we have had and how close we are. Then I thought about how we never talked about relationships, I now know why you didn’t say anything. But … but” Kyle sighed.

“When you left why didn’t you say you needed to think so I wouldn’t have drunk myself to the emergency room?”
“I don’t know.” Kyle pulled the most uncomfortable face.
“Carry on.” I gently massaged his right shoulder then stopped when he seemed to be less tense.
“The thing is I never talk to you about relationships because I’ve never really been in one.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“Wow. I’m shocked, I mean look at you.” Kyle pulled the same uncomfortable face. “Sorry.”
“There is more.”
“Okay, go on.” I smiled gently but he didn’t see.
“I … I can’t do this right now, I’m sorry.” I could see that his eyes were watering. But before I could say anything he had gotten up and was walking away.

“Kyle!” I shouted after him but he just kept on walked faster and faster away.