Just Between Us by Hayley Oakes Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Hayley Oakes
just downing drinks. I laughed with one boy called Matt who was twenty and at University. He complimented me and touched me gently as we spoke.
When Matt took a toilet break, Kyle appeared in his place. “Let’s get out of here,” he spat.
“Bored?” I asked. “Aren’t those two giving you enough attention?” I motioned to the two girls and smiled jovially.
“No,” he leaned in, “we better get out of here before you disappear back to the hotel with that idiot.” He nodded to Matt as he reappeared smiling at me, but my face must have displayed pure horror. I pulled Kyle away to the side.
“You really are a dick head aren’t you? You don’t know a thing about me, you beg me to come out, and then I have a good time, and a better time than you it seems, so you hurl the insults. Well fuck you,” I spat haughtily walking away from him and the group. Fuck him … I would walk back to the hotel if I had to. I didn’t need to be out here drinking with strangers, I was fine at the hotel and had enough fun at home. This trip was supposed to be about relaxing not fighting with Kyle. I’d had a few drinks, and I started to feel a little tipsy as I walked. Kyle appeared to my right. I stumbled slightly, and he took my arm.
“Come on,” he led me outside to the cooler air, and we leaned back against the wall outside as I gained composure.
We stood in silence, and I contemplated how many cocktails I’d had.
“Sorry,” he said, so quietly that I almost missed it, and from Kyle an apology missed would not be repeated. I nodded, acknowledging his word.
“I don’t want to go home,” I said out loud, not to him or really to anyone, it was just a statement.
“We won’t, let’s just stay away from random crowds.” I looked to him, and he smiled, it was small and tight, but it was enough.
“You are a complete dick head, you know.” I smiled at him, unable to help my laughter. “How you have any friends is beyond me.”
“I know.” He shook his head, “That Matt was just getting too close.”
“Why do you care?” He just gave me his usual glare.
“Fuck knows,” he said. We walked from the bar to the club and didn’t speak another word. Once inside we stayed at the bar, ordering vodka and coke to try and stay in control, but a couple of shots later and we were on the dance floor. Kyle began to loosen up, he danced like a mad man, jumping up and down, and we laughed, grinning at each other, having the time of our lives. At some point the lights came on, we were sweaty and pumped from all the adrenaline.
At the hotel, we climbed the stairs weary and laughing about our night. “Ten pm tomorrow?” he asked.
I smiled at him. “Okay.”
The next week we snuck out five more times, each night we seemed to get on better, and Kyle would belly laugh at stories I told, and he opened up more about his life. He told me about his friends and girls in our year he’d dated. When girls approached him he smiled politely but didn’t stay in long conversations. When men approached me I chatted and introduced Kyle, but no one stayed around us for very long. We weren’t becoming friends, as during the day things were back to normal, but each night on that bus and after a few drinks we were confidantes.
On our final night out, before we were due to fly home we launched onto the dance floor. “Let’s make this count,” I whispered in his ear as we began bouncing on the dance floor. I wore a fitted yellow
When Matt took a toilet break, Kyle appeared in his place. “Let’s get out of here,” he spat.
“Bored?” I asked. “Aren’t those two giving you enough attention?” I motioned to the two girls and smiled jovially.
“No,” he leaned in, “we better get out of here before you disappear back to the hotel with that idiot.” He nodded to Matt as he reappeared smiling at me, but my face must have displayed pure horror. I pulled Kyle away to the side.
“You really are a dick head aren’t you? You don’t know a thing about me, you beg me to come out, and then I have a good time, and a better time than you it seems, so you hurl the insults. Well fuck you,” I spat haughtily walking away from him and the group. Fuck him … I would walk back to the hotel if I had to. I didn’t need to be out here drinking with strangers, I was fine at the hotel and had enough fun at home. This trip was supposed to be about relaxing not fighting with Kyle. I’d had a few drinks, and I started to feel a little tipsy as I walked. Kyle appeared to my right. I stumbled slightly, and he took my arm.
“Come on,” he led me outside to the cooler air, and we leaned back against the wall outside as I gained composure.
We stood in silence, and I contemplated how many cocktails I’d had.
“Sorry,” he said, so quietly that I almost missed it, and from Kyle an apology missed would not be repeated. I nodded, acknowledging his word.
“I don’t want to go home,” I said out loud, not to him or really to anyone, it was just a statement.
“We won’t, let’s just stay away from random crowds.” I looked to him, and he smiled, it was small and tight, but it was enough.
“You are a complete dick head, you know.” I smiled at him, unable to help my laughter. “How you have any friends is beyond me.”
“I know.” He shook his head, “That Matt was just getting too close.”
“Why do you care?” He just gave me his usual glare.
“Fuck knows,” he said. We walked from the bar to the club and didn’t speak another word. Once inside we stayed at the bar, ordering vodka and coke to try and stay in control, but a couple of shots later and we were on the dance floor. Kyle began to loosen up, he danced like a mad man, jumping up and down, and we laughed, grinning at each other, having the time of our lives. At some point the lights came on, we were sweaty and pumped from all the adrenaline.
At the hotel, we climbed the stairs weary and laughing about our night. “Ten pm tomorrow?” he asked.
I smiled at him. “Okay.”
The next week we snuck out five more times, each night we seemed to get on better, and Kyle would belly laugh at stories I told, and he opened up more about his life. He told me about his friends and girls in our year he’d dated. When girls approached him he smiled politely but didn’t stay in long conversations. When men approached me I chatted and introduced Kyle, but no one stayed around us for very long. We weren’t becoming friends, as during the day things were back to normal, but each night on that bus and after a few drinks we were confidantes.
On our final night out, before we were due to fly home we launched onto the dance floor. “Let’s make this count,” I whispered in his ear as we began bouncing on the dance floor. I wore a fitted yellow