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My jaw dropped out of shock. I gaped at him. Oh my god. A flurry of emotions went through me, love, passion, hate, anger, betrayal, crushed . . . but most of them were wrong emotions.
"Nice to know that you remember me," he teased.
"K-K-KBLIYEL!" I cried at him. My voice sounded rough and stale, but I didn't feel the need for water anymore. Why the hell was he back? And the first thing he says is, "Nice to know you remember me." What does that mean? How could he speak in front of me after all these years? What he did will never be forgotten, so why now does he show his face?
I difficultly brushed away my emotions temporary, and braced myself to look like that I meant business.
"You've got some nerve to come back here," I said a loathsome voice. By now I had crawled out of Dean's arms. Reluctantly, he moved them to my shoulders, and stared at me with a concerned look on his face.
"Do I?" he replied innocently.
"Aw hell-
But I never got to fire back at him, because I got interrupted when an irritated roughed voice roared,
"DO YOU KIDS HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO THAN BICKERING?!"
Dean and I both jumped at the uproar, while Kyle barely blinked. His sane patient calm look just made me more furious at him.
"Our fault Mr. Cable," Kyle said. I did catch that he said our fault, like it was my fault he was back and I couldn't stop myself from biting his head off! Gosh! Kyle . . .
"Well, if you are alright Mrs. Rosaletti I will be on my way. It's 7:15 in the afternoon, I don't understand what you kids are doing at the school at this time. Kids these days can't be trusted." Mr. Cable glared at us. He continued his rant, but I had totally blanked out and the emotions and memories flooded back of Kyle Langsworth. What did I do to deserve this? Kyle had no right to be here, in fact no right to be anywhere. He should be taken to a rehabilitation of teens who have problems of living their life. I never, will not, not in my life time forgive him. I was shaking of rage, (Mr. Cable seemed to think his annoying typical rant had influenced me, and unfortunately continued in a more pompous attitude) I could feel my eyes getting wet.
No! I will not allow his reappearance destroy me. If he wants to make my life even more miserable than when he had already done, then he was in for a real treat. My parents came from a long chain of tough, brave, courageous, and most of all indomitable ancestors. He was going to have to make a grand effort if he wanted to take me down.
"-this mess! Now! And tommarow I better see it as perfect as it was before you ruddy kids had a chance to ruin it!
And with that, Mr. Cable stalked off. Typical Mr. Cable. He taught the 8th grade history class. (What a burden) He's a no-life failure at living, without a wife, age 47, totally indistinctive, and completely appalling. (With his short pale blond hair -in the center a big bald spot- and disturbingly short and fat, you can see why!) Plus, he doesn't give a bull about any of the students. If a student's parent had died and didn't turn in a homework assignment? F. No excuses from Mr. Cable. A total uncaring jerk.
"Val, are you okay?" Dean finally asked. His voice sounded heart-broken and the low tone with the sexiness in it just made me want to melt to the ground.
"F-f-fine," I said. But I wasn't. I looked down at myself. I was covered in bruises all over my body, and I my head hurt like hell. I was going to feel like crap tomorrow.
But with Dean reassured, the color seemed to flow right back to his face, and his breath-taking smile made me want to laugh.
"You nearly scared the shit out of me. I thought you had. . . " his voice trailed off.
"Died?" Kyle answered smirking.
"Nobody asked for your answer," I snapped at him.
"Just trying to help."
"Well your not helping."
"I can see that."
"Whatever."
I figured it would be easier to just yell at him then think about why in the world he was back, and start bawling my eyes out. I was infuriated at him, and I did not want memories from back in the days when I used to. . . STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM! See, I have this problem, I tend to be able to think about other stuff while speaking about something totally different. It was a great advantage at times, but not now.
"Hey now, Val, I don't think ripping about this dude's head off is exactly going to be such a great accomplishment for your personal records." Dean joked.
"Who said I was going to rip his head off?"
"I think being your best friend for about five years helps with trying to figure out what's going on in your head."
"Well your wrong."
Dean raised his eyebrow, while Kyle rolled his eyes.
"I'm not going to rip his head off, I'm going to stomp on his body till it turns to ashes then I will burn the ashes while dancing to Burnin' Up."
Dean laughed at our inside joke.
"So. . . Say, what happened?" I asked confusedly. The overwhelming sensation of Kyle coming back took out all logic out of my mind, it still had but I needed to get my facts right before I went into panic mode.
"I mean, all I remember was looking out the window, and-" I stopped dead. A nudging consciousness feeling jabbed at my gut. It wasn't painful, but the sensation told me to shut the hell up.
I guess Dean understood my sudden stop of conversation and confusion because he hastily said,
"Yeah, I'm not exactly sure what happened, but I think it was just a freak accident."
"Yeah, cause' a freak accident is when the boogie man comes and rips everything apart," Kyle sarcastically said.
"What are you talking about Kyle? Why do you always have to twist people's words around? Why can't you just-"
And it was then I noticed what he meant. The entire classroom looked. . . Like the boogie man came and ripped everything apart. (Drat!) The tables were turned up on their sides, papers and books were everywhere, the chairs looked liked they were purposefully flinged at the wall, and shelves were hanging off of their cabinets. Nothing seemed to be broken, but it looked as if a huge drunk party had taken place in here. In fact, the entire classroom was a wreck except for
Mrs. Walker's desk.
"What- " I started to ask but Dean cut me off.
"Like I said, I don't know."
"It definitely wasn't a freak accident." Kyle interpreted.
"Then how-"
"Valerie. We were blacked out when it happened, if it wasn't for your friend Kyle here we probably would still be unconscious."
"Yeah, it's a good thing your boyfriend is a jock or else recovering would have been a little tricky."
I glared at Kyle. Back in the days when Kyle and I were. . . acquainted, we always had our stereotypical jokes. Such as jocks were these idiotic players who spent all their time drinking and passing out. Which I now found to be complete nonsense.
"Okay, one: Kyle isn't my friend, two: Dean isn't my boyfriend, and three: what are you doing here?" I directed at Kyle.
"I don't think now is a great time to confide with you about that subject."
I was taken back for a second. Kyle looked so serious when he said that, but I recovered and fired back.
"Anytime is a great time for you." I snapped at him.
He looked confused for a second and then realization hit him. His eyes widened in surprise and remorseful. I knew I had hit the bulls eye. Suits him right. We stared at each other, his face filled with contrite, while mine filled with resentment.
"Hey now, Kyle is right." Dean said. He glanced at me, and continued,
"Now is not a suitable time, and we first need to clean up this mess."
"What!" I cried. I tore off my gaze from Kyle and looked at Dean in surprise and confusion.
"We didn't even do anything!"
"Yeah, well try convincing Cable that," Kyle said.
I sighed and pulled out my phone.
"Looks like we need to call in the groupie."