Chapter 3
I was special? I woke up smiling like a fool. I didn’t think I’d ever been told I was special by a guy in my life. Maybe my dad but he didn’t count because he was obligated to say that. I looked next to me hoping to see a blond god sleeping but it was empty. I got up holding the sheet tight against my body as I searched the hotel room to find him.
I sat down on the couch depressed giving up the search. He was gone. I knew it was too good to be true. I felt like I could cry but I refused to let myself cry over him. I hardly cried and definitely never over a boy.
"Hey Kylie how was your night?" Harley asked as soon as she walked in.
It wasn’t even noon and this girl is Miss. Mary Sunshine. Someone shoot me.
"From the looks of it, you must have had a nice night." She said smirking.
I glared at her.
"Or not." She said sitting down next to me.
"Nick came by last night."
"Oh."
"Yeah." I said staring at the ground.
"I told you, you would see him again."
"Shut up."
"OK." Harley said then got up and went in the bathroom.
I slumped down on the couch and pouted. I was mad and sad and probably any other feeling I could be at one time. I sighed and forced myself to get up and get dressed.
"I don’t see why I had to come with you." Harley whined as we walked through the mall.
"Come on shopping is fun." I replied grabbing her arm forcing her to walk a little faster.
Harley didn’t reply she just groaned and continued walking while I smiled in triumph.
Three hours and four hundred dollars later Harley and I were walking back to our hotel room.
"I can’t believe you spent all that money Kylie." Harley said as she opened the door.
"I don’t pay for the credit card why should I care?"
"You are such a spoiled little brat." Harley said as she glared at me.
"Sure." I replied sarcastically.
"You are you little bitch. You get whatever the fuck you want."
"Ok." I said sarcastically. This wasn’t the first time we had this fight.
"Where should I start? Oh Kylie is 16 let’s get her a new car and pay for her insurance. Let’s get her a credit card, and anything else she wants. Graduation, let’s get her a brand new mustang. You don’t even appreciate the shit you get. Not to mention the guys and you break their hearts. I hope this Nick guy breaks yours for once."
"What crawled up your ass?"
"I’m tried of you and your spoiled little brat attitude."
"Whatever and for your information I have gotten my heart broken numerous times that’s why I do what I do."
Harley rolled her eyes and said, "Well I still hope he breaks your heart."
"Why because you’re jealous?"
"Is that what you think?"
"You don’t give me much else to run with. You always bring this shit up."
"Maybe I am jealous I’ll admit it. I am. Look at you, you are pretty fucking close to perfect in a guy’s eyes and you treat them like shit. I would kill to have guys all around me checking me out like they do you."
"They do that to you."
"Have you seen the guys and what they look like? They aren’t any Nick Carters. And they check you out first to begin with."
This conversation was getting so old. I know I probably sound like a bad friend but she’s blowing it out of proportion; she got guys all the damn time.
I rolled my eyes mumbled a ‘whatever’ and walked into the bedroom.
I opened my eyes and looked around the room. I must have fallen asleep after my argument with Harley. I stretched as I got up and cautiously made my way out of the room. I looked around and there was no sign of Harley. I didn’t want to chill out in the hotel room all night it was almost eight o’clock I could still go out.
It was nine by the time I finally left the hotel and there still wasn’t any sign of Harley around. I didn’t care I knew she wanted to be alone and so did I. I decided to go to the club we went to the first night we were in New York.
I got out of the cab and headed towards the club when I saw Nick walking out with a bunch of people. Did he go out every night or what? Didn’t he go somewhere new? Not that I was complaining really ok so I didn’t want to see him because I knew that would make things worse. And sure enough it did.
I stared at him and tried not to smile and he didn’t even look at me. He was too busy with two girls on each side of him. I stood there watching him walk down the sidewalk with his friends and I had the urge to vomit everywhere. I debated on going after him and just saying hi. But I wasn’t so sure I could with those other girls there. They stopped and stood there I assumed waiting for their car. I took a deep breath and made my feet move. I started walking over to him. What the hell was I thinking? I didn’t really want to go over to him. Ok maybe I did but this wasn’t smart. I was jealous I could have ripped the pretty blonde’s hair out.
"Hi." I said as I finally reached him.
His smile immediately faded when he looked at me and that’s when I knew that I was just a fling, just a pawn in his little game. "Do you want an autograph?" He asked like it was routine. I stared at him for a second then walked off trying to compose my urge to cry until I was far enough away so he wouldn’t see. But the tears started rushing down when I heard one of the girls ask Nick who I was and he said I was just a fan.
Who was I kidding? I knew what went on with us. I knew it was nothing but deep down I wanted it to be something. I wanted to be with him more than I wanted to be with anyone. He made me believe I was special. He changed my views on love and then he acts like he doesn’t even know me. I slowly got in a cab and headed back to the hotel.
I got back to the hotel and noticed that Harley’s things were gone too. She couldn’t just leave without saying anything could she? I searched the room for a note or something but I found nothing. I sighed as I sat on the couch and cried. I really just let myself cry, I had fallen for someone that was way out of my reach and I knew it. Typical me always falling so easily and no matter what always getting hurt.
I was almost asleep when someone started knocking on the door. What time was it? How long had I been sitting on that damn couch? I staggered over to the door and opened it rubbing my eyes.
I looked at him my breath catching in my throat. I tried to be tough let him know I wasn’t upset but I’m pretty sure it looked like I had been crying.
"I wanted to apologize." He said as he stuck his hands in his pockets.
"So you could get laid tonight?" I asked as I shifted my weight to the other foot. What the hell? Where did that come from? Go Kylie!
"What? No." He replied shaking his head.
I rolled my eyes and started to close the door. And he put his hand on the door to stop it.
"What do you want?"
He stared at me for a good five minutes and I was getting impatient. He finally just shrugged his shoulders then leaned forward. I knew what he was going to do but I didn’t stop him. He leaned down and kissed me. I kissed him back all the while my head was screaming at me to stop. That this was going to make things even worse than they already were.
"I want you." I whispered against his lips then he smiled and walked in the hotel room. Once again Kylie said a stupid thing and was about to do another stupid thing. Even though my brain was screaming I was stupid I figured that if this was all I could get then I’d be fine. Right? Wrong.