Todos los capítulos de I HAD ME A BOY : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

"He did what!? With who!?" Roxy shouts. Clearly, disbelief is displayed on her face. She slams her palms on the kitchen island and stares outside the window, pausing, as if to think."Keep your voice down, I don't want mom knowing about this," I explain to her. Roxy seems pissed off because of what I told her about last night. About Blake."Why didn't you wake me up? I could have gone with you. Maybe I could've taught him a lesson for messing with you. I– I'm so sorry babe," she says and pulls me into a hug. "Sorry for what?" mom asks with a raised eyebrow as she enters the kitchen, tying her apron behind her and Roxy shrugs, grabbing an apple and taking one huge bite. "Look at your daughter closely," Roxy says as she chews her apple. "Jesus! Kyrah, you look like crap. Haven't you slept at all? You look... Depressed, are okay, honey?" mom shrieks. I shrug. "I'm fine. I watched movies al

Blake's POVI'm holding on to a glass of vodka when Carla walks into the room. Her hands in front of her as always. She looks confident as ever, with that never-fading smile on her face. I keep my focus on my drink and avoid eye contact. I can feel her sharp glare so I speak. "What?" I ask calmly. "Something is wrong, isn't it?" she questions and my jaw tightens as I close my eyes and grip the glass with all my strength.I've been in this room since I woke up and it's almost five in the evening. I didn't attend class today, I bet Kyrah did. I poured myself some vodka hours ago but I couldn't find the guts to drink it. I've just been staring at it the whole time. Thoughts of Kyrah have been coming in and out of my mind and I didn't even realize how one can lose track of time when they're deep in thought.I manage to face Carla who is standing right in front of me. I don't know how, but she always knows when something is wrong with me. Si

I'm standing in between Scott and Blake, and I know if I move an inch away, someone's going home with a broken nose or rib."What the fuck are you doing with this asshole?" Blake yells at the top of his lungs. "He's my best friend, now buzz off!" I hiss. "Best friend? Oh, okay. You always say that. I guess that's why he's allowed into your room when, I, your boyfriend, clearly isn't! I can't even get past your main door for crying out loud!" he snaps. "What do you mean?" I ask him and he moves closer. "Care to explain what Scott was doing in your room last night? Hmm? I heard you two laughing. You were laughing at his jokes, damn it!" he complains. "He came to check on Snow!" I grit my teeth and roll my eyes at him. One by one people have started gathering around us. "It's not snowing, Kyrah, stop messing around with my brain. I'm not stupid," Blake yells and Scott snorts. Tyler laughs

"Hey, hasn't he replied yet?" Roxy asks, placing her flute on the table.  I shrug. "Not yet. Let's wait for a couple of minutes," I sound nervous and worried.  Another hour and a couple of minutes pass as we sit there. Scott came back from outside an hour ago and he's now on his phone too. He steals glances at me every minute.  "Not to be rude or anything, but... Are you sure Blake's coming?" he questions.  I tried calling him thrice but he didn't pick up. What should I tell my friends? That he stood us up? That he stood me up? Because this dinner thing happened because of me and I dragged them here thinking it would be a lovely, bubbly dinner of reconciliation. Reconciliation? Reconciliation my ass!  He stood me up! It's 10PM already.  "I don't think he's coming." Saying these words makes my heart feel crushed. "Let's go," I say, trying to ignore the tears stinging the back if my eyeballs.

Once dinner is served, at the dining table everyone is laughing at Mr. Johnson's jokes except me. I want to smash my plate in his face to make him shut up. He's annoying, just like his wife and daughter. Right now I am seated next to Sabrina, eyeing my plate of mashed potatoes and chicken. I've been playing around with the fork instead of eating and Sabrina has been looking at me underneath low lashes. Under the table, her foot entwines with mine and I feel like throwing up. Without warning I slam my fists on the table and stand up, infuriated. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I look at Sabrina, "All of you... Look at you, sitting here as if nothing ever happened. Trying to force things when it's clear nothing will ever be straightened out!" Everyone stares at me, "I'm done!" I take out my phone from my pocket and before I can type anything to Kyrah, my mother slams the device off my hand and it lands on the floor noisily. "What