My Boy Best Friend : Prologue (Part 2)

I got home by twilight. I can't believe it took the lady one whole day to fix my freakin' phone. Lucky for them I got to go window shop while I was waiting, or else I would've flipped!

I jumped out of my bike and ran towards the door, but something stopped me from my tracks.

My jaw dropped. Kolt was sitting there on our front porch. His head was on his hands and he looked very upset. I walked near him, "Kolt?" I called.

His head snapped up and he ran into my arms. I was too shocked to even move. He pulled away, "Abi, are you okay?" he asked, touching me everywhere on the face, as if he was looking for bruises.

"I'm fine. Wha-?"

He spoke again before I could've asked what he was doing, "Abi! Why haven't you been answering my calls?! I was worried sick! And when I came to find you this morning, I saw your front door left open, I thought you've been kidnapped!"

I raised an eyebrow, "Kidnapped?!"

He nodded. "Yeah! When I went to your room, all our pictures were broken, lying on the floor, and the doll I gave you was on the dumpster. I thought maybe a freakish stalker of yours took you! I was so worried!"

I swallowed. I didn't have anything to say. Everything he just said was too much to take in. He thought I was hurt and he waited for me the whole day. "Let's get inside."

He nodded. He wrapped his arms around my waist protectively and led me to the house. I closed the door behind us. "Do you want anything to drink? Juice? Water?" I asked.

"Coffee," he called.

I nodded and fixed him up a cup of black coffee. "No milk. Two sugars. Just the way you like it." I said with a smile and placed it on the table for him.

"Thanks." He sipped and looked at me, "So if you weren't kidnapped, where were you all day? Why were your things a mess?"

I swallowed, "I was at the mall. I had my phone fixed, so I couldn't call you back. And as for the pictures, I did it. I got mad and broke them all. Same with the doll."

His face looked skeptical, "Why were you mad? What did I do?"

I bit my lower lip. Come to think of it, he didn't look sick at all. "Are you sick?" I asked.

He looked down, embarrassed of himself. I knew it! He did lie to me. I got up my feet and stormed into my room, locking the door behind me. I buried my face into my pillow.

I heard someone knock on my door. I shouted, "Go away!"

There was a faint sigh, "Please hear me out, Abi. I didn't mean to lie to you. It's true that I am sick, but the enrollment was the real reason why I was absent."

"Just go away, Kolt! I've had it with you already. You lie to me all the time and you never change." I shouted at him.

There was a picking noise on my door. My head snapped to the door and I ran towards it, but he had already picked the lock when I got there. I tried to push the door close. "Abi!"

I sighed and let go. I crossed my arms and stood there. "What?!" I demanded.

He let out a heavy breath, "I thought you were crying."

I rolled my eyes and said sarcastically, "Yeah, right. Cause you're so important to me and I cry every time you lie!"

He tucked both hands into his front pocket and said, "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't think things would turn out like this."

"Like what?"

He sighed, "I don't want to hurt you anymore." I raised an eyebrow, "Do you feel how I have been avoiding you lately? How I don't text you or reply to your texts as much?"

I swallowed. I did notice that. I tried so hard to keep things going for us. I texted him every day but he barely replies. And when he does, it always seemed that he was just being forced to reply me. I nodded.

"I–I–" he stuttered, "I don't want to keep this from you." He paused, "Remember how I told you that the reason for that was because I had been busy?"

I nodded, "You said that you get home at 9 pm, because of your training for basketball. I understood that." Where is he getting at this?

He looked down, "Yeah, but it was a lie." I felt a stab in my heart, "I mean, it was true at first," he tried to explain. "But Abi, you don't understand."

I growled, "Don't understand what? How you made me look like a fool? Damn it, Kolt! I patiently waited. I didn't flip at you because I thought my best friend had been busy all this time, but fuck that! You didn't care! All you ever cared about was your reputation! All you ever wanted was for those girls to stay flirting with you! You know why?! Because you're a fucking jackass, Kolt! You're a freakin' flirt and I hope you rot in hell!" I slammed the door at his face.

I curled up like a ball and I cried. Damn it! Why was I even crying? I was just a fucking secret best friend anyway. I never mattered to him. All of it was a lie and in the end, I was still the one who got hurt. Way the go, Abigail!

I heard Mom's car come in and I sat up immediately, with tears streaming down my face. Kolt must still be here because his car was still parked there.

I sneaked out of my window. I needed to get out. Feeling like this, I wasn't in the state of mind that could be asked with questions. I needed someone to listen to me or anyone that could make me feel better.

But that was the problem. I usually went to Kolt for this kind of problems, but right now, I have lost my best friend, and I didn't have anyone left.

I grabbed my motorcycle keys on my way down the huge tree beside my window. I jumped and fell to the ground.

"Umph.." I let out a sound. I got a small cut on my arm, about 2 inches at most. "Shit." I cursed and sighed. There was only one person that I'd want to see right now.

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"Hey," I said.

He smiled at me, "God, Abi! I miss you so much." He said as I watched him scratch the back of his neck.

I smiled and wiped away the tear on my cheek. "I miss you, too. Please come back."

He squinted and neared his face to the camera. "Are you crying? Abi baby, what's wrong?"

I covered my face with my hands and cried out. "Maxi, I don't know what to do. I need you here right now."

He sighed, "I almost didn't see your tears, you really need to get a new camera! The resolution is just messed up." He joked.

It made me giggle. He was the only one that could do that to me. I smiled. "You need get a new laptop! The screen must be jacked up with all your porn!"

He laughed, "That's it. That's the Abi smile that I love and miss so much. What happened? Are you okay?"

I shook my head, "I hate skyping with you. It makes me miss you more."

He flung his arms up, above his head. "Hey! You skyped me! Not my fault." He smiled, "What troubles you?"

I coughed. "Kolt's a jerk! He literally said to my face that he purposely ignores my texts and texts other girls instead."

Maxi's face got wrinkled and he looked furious, "Jackass! Hey! If you need me to beat him up, I'd be more than welcome to go back there."

I moved my head from left to right, "Don't. Maxi, everything's just messed up here, but you should focus there. New York's a great city. Just enjoy yourself."

He uttered, lounging back on his seat, "Enjoy myself? Baby, he's a fucki-"

"Enough! Maxi, I love you to death, but seriously! Enough with the violent threats. I just can't believe I allowed myself to be fooled by him. I thought I was better than the other girls. But I guess I'm not so different from them. I also ended up falling under his spell."

He relaxed a bit, "Remember I'm here for you, okay? I'll be your best friend even if I'm far away from you." The light opened in the background of my screen.

I heard his father call him, "Maximan Evans! If I come back and your laptop is still on, I'm going to cut your allowance!"

I laughed, "And that's our cue." I smiled, "I miss you. Bye."

He sighed, "Bye. New York's a real dump." He smiled and my screen went black.

I closed my laptop and just sat there on the couch. The door opened and Collins entered. "You done?"

I nodded. "Thanks, Collins. Is Grandma asleep?"

She nodded and sat beside me. "Gail, you rarely come around. Do you want to talk about it?"

I shook my head. "Gee, thanks Collins, but you don't need to do that. We're cousins but let's not fool ourselves, we're not close."

She agreed, "Yeah, but it's worth a try! Lock up before you leave, okay? Grandma left you a sweater on the coat rack for the road." She stood up, "Oh, and don't forget to cleanse your wound. Good night."

"Night." I muttered under my breath. Grandma's house used to be a little vacation house for me. I came here every summer and even over the holidays.

But when I got older, coming here became something that I really dreaded. And eventually, I stopped coming. She always complained that she never saw me anymore, but I'm not the perfect granddaughter, so she managed to accept that fact.

She never stopped caring though. As much as I tried showing her how much I hated staying here, she never stopped showing me how much she still loved me.