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Chapter 20 - Kirsten

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                                                                20.  

                                                          ●•Kirsten•●

When she finally reached the table, I sighed in relief, not really sure – or maybe I was, indeed – why. That huge smile played on her lips while she talked about how cool the Golden Retriever was. Angel was definitely going to talk to Lana later, begging, once again, for her mum to get her a dog. I myself had already tried to convince the woman to give it to her, and I could actually find one pretty easily, since every month I went to an orphanage where kids also helped to take care of abandoned pets.

Lana always denied, though, claiming that she didn’t have time to take care of a kid, a house, a hospital and also a dog. Besides, she worked all day while Angel was at school, and she couldn’t spend the rest of her energies with an animal during the night when she was finally free (her own words). She really loved the little girl and she wouldn’t bear having to spend her time with a little running ball of fur instead of her own daughter. And I quite understood her, but still, I thought Angel needed company when her mother had to take night shifts at the hospital from time to time. But anyways, whether agreeing or not, I wouldn’t put a single finger in the way Lana raised her. She was doing one hell of a job with Angel, so she probably knew what was best for them both.

I kept fixing the ham of the girl’s shirt while she was still talking about the dog, but neither she nor all of my thoughts distracted me from the fact that Styles was still staring. I could still feel my cheeks flushing in embarrassment for what I’d just said, but there was no way I could go back now. Why had I even said that? What was going through my mind? Just because he was staring didn’t mean he was falling in love. And I knew that better than anyone else, so why did I still say such a thing? Oh, sh–t, I definitely sounded stupid. Maybe something other than that, in a whole other level.

It’s just that it’s been so long since I stayed all alone with a guy other than Tyler, I didn’t really knew how to act. Next to him, everything was so simple, easy and natural; and then there’s Styles, who’s constantly trying to make small talk and grinning like an idiot, flirting with me completely oblivious to the fact that I have a boyfriend. And he knew that! He’d almost put him behind bars like – what? – a month ago or something like that.

Ugh, he was just like any other guy. That’s why I feared him for Angel. He was not only like any other guy for me, but also for her. The little girl seemed to be in awe anytime she was near the curly guy, and she didn’t even know him for too long. Since her birthday, Angel couldn’t stop talking about how he’d gotten her a firefly, and how nice he was as a clown; she couldn’t stop talking about how he’d said to her he could play Phil Collins’ songs on the piano for her, and it was just then that I found out she had invited him to her house a few more times. That could only mean one thing: danger.

How could I trust him? How could I believe he wasn’t going to get bored of that innocent and naïve girl and just leave her with no explanation later? He was dangerous, rich, rude and show off; if you ask me why he’s acting so nice towards Angel, I wouldn’t know the answer. And it scares me. It scares me because she already loves him how she loves me. Maybe that made me a bit jealous, just a bit, ‘cause it took me a long time to get her to fully trust and accept me. Once she’d done it, she was the friendliest and most helpful person you could’ve ever met. She’s smart and perceptive, that’s why it takes a while before she can totally open herself to someone. But Styles got it way too easily. That couldn’t be a good sign at all.