My amazing life still continued even after they left, but I could not stop thinking about how much they had fucked me over. Slowly my sleep left me and I found every day dragging on. Fuck, I needed coffee. I practically lived off the substance and I had a little shop that I loved. Because it was nice, quiet and full of... Kyle?
I snarled, but looked straight ahead, ordering my coffee I sipped it and went to a table far away in the corner. It was fine; I don’t think he’d saw me. After this I should have enough energy to write my new composition. Damn coffee, it never cools quickly enough. I don’t look up, but I see Kyle’s hand as he sits at my table. "Yes? Y'know that's rude."
"Oh. Sorry... How've you been?" I would never tell you, you pathetic idiot. That is something that people who like each other share.
"Yet you still persist, fine. You can sit there,” I sipped at the boiling liquid with a slight grimace.
"Uh, thanks,” he chuckled nervously and I shook my head before looking up and glaring at him.
"That wasn't out of my good nature."
I looked up long enough to see him bite his lip before I looked down again, focussing on the liquid that steamed before me."How've you been?"
"What do you want?"
"I want us to be friends again, man" He let out a small smile which I was determined to wipe from his lips.
"Friends... FRIENDS?" I bit back the rage building in my throat and gulped down the scalding liquid. He looked down at the table and I finished my drink, got up and placed my scarf round my neck.
"Please, Danny" I stopped and shook my head, listening as he followed.
I stopped and threw him down the alley, out of public view. "Listen, you fucking twat. Stop following me, I don't know what you want with me, but stop it." He frowned and I snarled, "Don't play like that, don't give me no puppy dog eyes or tears. I've fucking had it with you, faggot."
"Please, Danny. I hate things being like this between us."
"Well that's your own fucking fault, isn't it? You made me like this, you pushed me away. You fucked this up."
"I know, and I'm sorry."
I turned and punched him square in the jaw, making my knuckles crack... or maybe it was his jaw, I couldn’t be sure. "Fuck off! I warned you!"
I turned and bean to walk again and he still followed me."Danny, please. I know I can't make up for what I did but you're still a friend to me"
"I am not your friend." I punched his stomach, "You are not my friend." I kicked him to the floor and straddled his chest, pinning him down. "You can't make up for what you've done," I leaned close to his ear with a snarl."I will never forgive you." He shut his eyes and bit his lip again and I spat on him before getting up.
He followed me, still. Fuck, he doesn’t give up hmm?"Even after that I still want to make things right. I'm an idiot, huh?"
"Kyle, if you don't leave me alone. I will kill you and please, don't test me. I could kiss my life goodbye just to see the look in your eyes and Damien's when he's lost you." My eyes narrowed and I snarled again. "Don't try me." I warned after he was silent. Finally, the fucking dog stayed.