Daisy
Like a bicycle?
Kye
Cute. I mean motorcycles.
Daisy
Yeah, that counts.
Kye
Then no.
Daisy
Weird.
Kye
I would guess that isn’t the first time you’ve called me weird, so what do I care?
Daisy
You would be correct.
Weirdo.
Kye
Prom queen.
Daisy
I’ll take that as a compliment.
Kye
What if it wasn’t one?
Daisy
I’ll still take it as a compliment.
Kye
See you tomorrow…Prom queen
Daisy
See you then…Weirdo
SEVENKYE
“I can’t believe you roped me into doing this.” I tried to keep an open mind about all of it. I needed to be here tonight so she would come with me to show Holt that I was not trying to completely fuck up my life, but these parties seemed a hell of a lot less fun when I had to be on good behavior.
“I still can’t believe you agreed.”
She smiled up at me again, and I tried to ignore the way I wanted to keep looking at her smile. Who cared about someone’s smile?
“I can’t imagine I am going to be welcome at another frat party. I’m sure Dean didn’t hesitate to bitch about me to anyone who would listen,” I said, clearing my throat and trying to put my focus back on the house.
She rolled her eyes hard, but she still had a smile. “Yeah, right. You are trouble and that’s what this place runs on. I’m sure anything Dean could say would only elevate your status with these guys.”
“True, and spending my entire night pissing a guy off while I get to hang around the girl he wants is what fantasies are made of. Think of how mad he is going to be.”
Her hand wrapped around my bicep, and I ripped it away. It didn’t matter if I didn’t have a problem with it last time, my instinct would always be to not be touched, and this was no different.
“Sorry,” she said, eyes wide. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. Sorry. I didn’t realize you were going to do that.”
I almost regretted it when I saw the shock on her face, but I didn’t feel bad for long when I knew the pain that I would feel with her hands on me could be worse.
“I thought we could stop for a second. Just kind of get on the same page before we walk in,” she said, but I was still lost to the thought of her hand on me, even for a second.
I liked when people were scared to bother me more. It was easier to hide your hate for being touched when people were too scared to touch you, but the way she had so easily reached out to hold on to me made me uneasy. I didn’t let people close enough to even think they could touch me, and that let me keep this entire problem a secret. I knew the weird way people acted when I told them the truth.
“About?”
“On if you can play the part well enough, because now I’m a little concerned. You know, kiss me here and there, touch me all night, stuff like that.”
“Touching you all night? Is that what I have to do?” I could hear the strain in my voice.
“I don’t know, Kye,” she said with a laugh. “How have you acted with previous girlfriends?”
I gave a harsh laugh and leaned back on the bench they had near the end of the walkway. People wandered past, but no one stopped to bother us. “If we go off of that, I probably wouldn’t be touching you.”
“What? Why? I assume you’re all over the girls you hang around.”
“The girls I hang around are my friends and are also dating my friends, so no, not hanging all over them.”
“I meant the ones you’re sleeping with.”
“Yeah, that’s who I meant when I said I probably wouldn’t be touching them all night. Listen, Daisy. I’m not…” I groaned, hating to admit anything about myself, especially to someone who would really not understand. “I’m not a very touchy person. Like at all. I’m just not good at it, or with it? I’m not mad about last weekend, but thinking about doing it again… I don’t want you to get all pissed, but I pretty much keep to myself. It might not cross my mind to do whatever it is you want. I really don’t think I can play the fake boyfriend like you are hoping I can.”
“Really?”
