today, kyle spoke to me for the first time in what seemed like forever.

I guess he found out where I go when walking home from school, not like I know how.

"did you like being kissed by me?"

I was caught off guard by this.

"hm?"

"I don't like repeating myself."

fuck.

"yeah, sure. because you're pretty, like a girl. why?"

fuck, what am I saying? why can't I just say that I was into him? I asked myself repeatedly, but to my surprise he just smiled and leaned closer to me.

"want to do it again?"

he whispered in my ear, leaving me unable to even speak from shock.

"i-uh-" I stumbled over my words, my face heating up from embarrassment. kyle sighed. he moved away.

"I thought I said I didnt like to repeat myself." kyle said, his smile fading. I shook my head and looked away.

"holy shit man, I didnt actually think you wanted to do it again! im just a little surprised."

kyle smiled.

"oh well, so you don't want to do it again?"

"hey, I didnt say that!"

kyle leaned back in again.

"why don't you come over then, and we can do it without anyone watching."

i took a step back, staring at him still in surprise.

"what do you mea-"

suddenly, he grabbed my wrist.

fuck, that hurts.

he had a good grip on it, and I bit my lip down in pain. he kept gripping it harder and harder until he yanked me towards him. I let out a few curse words when he did that.

"what's wrong?" kyle asked, titling his head as he suddenly twisted my wrist. "I thought you enjoyed me kissing you? were you lying?"

"shit, of course not." I spat out, overwhelmed with pain. "let go of me though, k?"

kyle smiled gain.

"no."