RILEY

Hopper's words had disturbed me throughout the drive to the store, in fact, it remained in my head that by dinner time, with Kane, Daisy, and KC all present on the table, I had kept my observing eyes steady on my best friend.

I didn't mean to doubt her, I shouldn't but controlling our emotions is not something that gets to happen with just the snap of the fingers.

I try to take my eyes off the innocent-faced girl opposite me but my stare was so intense it's could be venomous. The odd part about all of this moment was Daisy had kept her head down the whole time through dinner and had left the table shortly without barely eating anything from her plate.

I don't know if I should believe my conscience.

No! Daisy is only intimidated by her father. I forced myself to believe. Maybe she never told me about the other night because KC had kicked out her father from the building. Maybe she had driven with KC that same day because he wanted to do something good and he offered her a ride.

Maybe I was overthinking. Daisy is my best friend, KC is my first love, he wouldn't ever hurt me, at least not in the way I am thinking.

Even after telling myself that, the thought didn't leave me that whole weekend that I begin to wonder why KC will go into Daisy's bedroom the other day.

It was on a Monday morning when I arrived at my first class-slightly disorganized from the tough preoccupied weekend I had. I had ridden with KC and he promised to come around when the class is over.

"You look less good, what happened to you? Don't tell me KC Chandler has finally kept a child in your stomach." Piper said when I settled next to her.

"Stop talking disgustingly. You know that's not going to happen anytime soon."

"He would someday though." She laughed.

Piper is an economics major, however, we have two classes this semester so we kind of bonded. She was tall, slender, and blonde. She loves to talk more than anyone I've come across.

"Keep dreaming."

"Are you going to Cherry's sorority party? Because I need a ride, you have quite the better car for the event."

"I will, maybe I will bring Daisy around that's if she agrees. I will need more eyes on my drink." One has to be careful around college parties.

"That reminds me of that Aston Martin of hers. I think you should pursue her to come, we will need her ride. The girl must be rich."

"No KC gave it to her," I replied.

"What?" Pipe's mouth dropped to the floor. "KC bought her a car a hundred times better than his girlfriends?" Her eyes widen, she looked shocked, that's when it dawned on me.

And right here I realized how crazy I sounded.
Why would he even do that?

"That car is quite expensive for a boyfriend to buy for his girlfriend friend." Piper scoffed.

Doesn't she think I know that?

I just couldn't speak so I grab my bag and left the class.

I dug out my phone from my handbag and dial KC immediately I was in the open atmosphere by the building of my first class.

When he picked up, with a trembling voice I urge him to come back. He sounded confused but he promised to be here in five.

I stand outside the building, pacing back and forth until I spot the familiar black Audi.

I stride to the parked car and yank open the door.

He was seated in there, his hair looking fuck-like gorgeous, he has a sunglass on, his lips sweep across his lips and wetted them.

He was impressively made for me.

"What's wrong." He asked, taking off the sunglass.

"It just occurs to me, you have brought a car ten times expensive than mine and gave it to my friend. Did I ask you to do that?" I interrogated him boldly.

"What? You called me back to ask me this?" He looked confused.

What? He doesn't get to be confused, I am the confused one here.

"Of course, I will call you back even from Africa if you pull such shit. I am your girlfriend." I cried out.
I don't care jealousy had turned me crazy right now. All I need is an explanation because I am beginning to panic.

That is the boy I gave everything to. The person I love more than anything, the only person I'd give anything to keep in my life.

"And now you're reminding me." He looked away from me, impatiently.

It provokes anxiety and dread. I had to smack the dashboard with my hand to call his attention. His eyes widen a bit when his gaze fell on me.
"Stop, just don't play that game with me." I exhale a frustrated laugh and paused before spilling out what had been running in my head. "Is there anything between the two of you?"

His eyes instinctively narrowed once more, his voice disappointed when he muttered: "Why would you ask that?"

I don't feel right doing this but the fear was getting the best of me, I need an answer to what could likely be evidence of my fear.
"I should know if I am living with cheaters under the same roof."

"I... I have nothing to do with your friend. I gave her that car because she needed safety, Caden is after her, I thought you cared for you so I wanted to do something for you, I know I've been strange these days... Every day, but I just wanted to offer anything that would make you happy. I did it for you. I didn't get you a car because I thought we can share my cars, I wouldn't mind you riding any among those in the garage. I just wanted to help, I didn't think I would hurt you doing that." His fingers brush back his hair and he looked away.

"What about the other night when you left Sacramento, Hopper said you've come back with Daisy and I was there thinking you never came home."

"I saw her by the side of the road, she was carrying bags and I offered her a ride. As I said I was doing it for you. But I would stop if you want me to." He breathed and swallowed.

Did I hurt him? Was I being too harsh?

"I don't know what to think," I say under my breath.

"I didn't mean to hurt you." He grabs my hand, it was comforting. I needed it. I needed him.

"I shouldn't suspect you, is just so hard." I closed my eyes feeling embarrassed for not believing him.

"I understand." He softly said. It's something I am not used to. KC can barely finish a dialogue without yelling and shutting the door.

Why is he so understanding now?
Maybe he's trying to change, maybe he wants to be that polite KC that I always dreamed of.

"Next time I will do the favors for Daisy, she's my friend, my responsibility," I informed and he only nodded.

It was so quiet, I don't know what to say, and KC could sit there without speaking, I know him.
So rather, I help myself cross over the center console and straddled his thighs. At first, he was a bit surprised at the gesture that he stiffened,

But when I wrap my arms around his neck and whispered in his ear: "I am sorry." He relaxed and silently responded. "Me too."