Chapter 16

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I mange to escape upstairs, and decide to hide in my room, until father explains the situation.

"What usless maids is your father hiring these days?" Kyle's mothers words echo in my mind.

I'm not a maid.

I look at myself in the mirror.

Messed up hair, t-shirt, and jeans.

That explains a lot.

The door opens, and i turn around to face katherine.

She smiles at me, and comes and stands infront of me.

" Could you go get a coffee for me?" And then she laughs bitterly.

" What do you want?" I ask her, rolling my eyes.

She just comes in here like this is her room.

" You know what Kyle's mother says?" She asks, twirling a strand of her hair.

" No. And i don't think i care. " i say, and she glares at me.

" She says Kyle, and i are M.F.E.O."

" Mfeo?" I ask.

"Ugh, Made. For. Each. Other." She says and flips her hair.

I stand there glaring at her, and she smiles, like she's succeeded. 

I mean what can i say, what do you say when your own fiancée has another girl he likes.

What do you say to her, when you know he'll always take her side?

"I don't care." I mange to whisper.

"Well you should start caring." I look up, and see kyle standing by the door, leaning against it, and his hands folded across his chest.

"What?!" Katherine and i say in union.

The only difference is mine is a question, and her's is just a surprised expression.

"You heard me." He said and started to walk towards katherine.

Here we go again.

But instead of stopping by katherine, he comes and stands by ME!

I look from him, to katherine, and from her to him.

Why was he standing next yo me?

"Now katherine," he says her name like it's poison."How about you leave? Before i have to kick you out?"

She glares at him, and then glares at me.

"What? Kyle, why?!" She asks and yells at the same time.

"No reason, i have a great Fiancée, so i don't need you anymore. Now are you going to leave, or would you like me to kick you out?" He asked her.

Kyle's POV
    She was still glaring, but not at me.

"Kyle i-" she began.

"Now!" I yell, she flinches at the sound of my voice, and then scurries out of the room.

I look at Rachel, and she looks at me.

There she goes again, doing that blush thing she does.

" Rachel. " i say, and she turns, so she's looking away.

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