Kaya and Niall hate each other. He's her annoying next door neighbor who's made her life miserable ever since she was born. Kaya thinks Niall does it out of enjoyment. Or is it something else?
"Sometimes it's love, sometimes it's...
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A few hours have passed and I'm still out here sitting on my porch steps. I don't know how I've kept myself entertained for such a long time but hey, I did.
I finished this book called Divergent, which was an amazing read. Now I have to make sure to get the sequel to it. I also went through my Instagram feed and liked every single photo. I'm that type of person, I guess.
I come across Cady's post of the night and it makes me smile for her. It's a picture of her and Liam, sitting comfortably with each other in a restaurant booth. Liam probably bought her a nice expensive dinner. How lucky is she? I decide to comment on it.
"justkaya: You guys are literally perfect."
Knowing Cady won't see my comment until later, I check my twitter. Like usual, my notifications are dead. I'm friendless on there. I follow a lot of people from school but they never mention me or anything. They don't talk to me at school anyway.
I scroll down my timeline and see a tweet Harry tweeted just a few minutes ago. He doesn't tweet often, so when he does I can't help but freak out a little. He's always quiet so his tweets are the only pathway to the thoughts of his brain.
Again, no, I'm not a stalker. I just really liked him.
"HarryStyles: My mind is in a frenzy. Where has my banana gone? The world is a confusion." tweeted 5 minutes ago.
I giggle a little. His tweets are always random and like he says, confusing. But I know him enough to know what he means: he's confused and probably mad that he can't find his banana. Wait, that's still pretty confusing.
Let's just say that Harry loves his bananas and that his world is in a frenzy when he can't eat one. Weird, I know, but it's a good kind of weird. A cute kind of weird as well.
(I swear I'm not crazy.)
My thumb slides over his tweet, and I almost press the like button until I stop myself. I shouldn't like it. He'll probably think I'm stalking him or something.
Instead, I go down my timeline some more.
It's dark now since the sun has gone, so the only thing to see if anyone was looking my way is the light from my phone that's reflecting to my face. It's gotten a bit cold too, so I take out my gray hoodie from my backpack and put it on.
I go back on my phone and read more tweets from people. Most of them are pointless and stupid. Oh, like this one:
"CoolestNiall: It's a bit chilly out there tonight eh ? Hopefully anyone staying outside won't freeze t death ! haha !" tweeted 7 minutes ago.
He did not just—he did not!
I instantly feel angry. That's an indirect to me, I know it. He knows I saw it too. I can't hate him anymore than I do right now. He's still tweeting a bunch of other tweets so I decide to tweet too. You better see this, Horan.
"Kaya_Owen: Ah, the weather is so amazing, I could sleep outside! I love the cold!"tweeted2secondsago.
Take that! I snicker.
I know he'll see it. He has nothing else to do anyway. He's probably watching me out of his window right now. It wouldn't be the first time. I've caught him watching me more than I can count.
His window is right on the side of his house that faces ours, so he can see everything in my direction. Sometimes I'd catch him in the act, and I'd give him a glare so he'd duck down and pretend he wasn't peeking. He isn't sneaky enough for me.
My phone lights up and I notice I've gotten a notification from Twitter. This is a first. But the sight of Niall's name makes me lose my excitement.
"CoolestNiall liked your tweet: Kaya_Owen: Ah, the weather is so amazing, I could sleep outside! I love the cold!"
How dare he like that tweet to let me know he read it? I hate him so much.
The blood inside me is boiling, I can feel it. He's mocking me right now.
I'm not going to give in to him. If I have to stay out here all night, then I will. I'd rather freeze to death than stay at his house.
I don't think his parents are home either. They don't usually come home until later at night. I'm not sure what they do for a living but they're always gone. I've never really looked into it.
I close the Twitter app and put my phone in my hoodie pocket, leaving my hands in there for warmth as well. The temperature is dropping now and it's dark, with the exception of the street lights that led drivers on the road.
No cars came by this late, but I still don't feel secure enough to sleep here in the open. Someone could take me away while I'm in slumber. Things happen.
Putting that in mind, I get up and take my backpack. I use my cell phone as a flashlight and walk to the back of my house. My backyard is fenced in, but the metal fence is only as tall as my waist. I can climb it.
The first attempt fails; however, after putting my leg over the metal fence and pulling my whole body over, I get in. Success!
Well, that part. I have to check if my back door is unlocked. If I'm lucky enough, it will be.
My hand finds the doorknob and I turn it, but it doesn't twist. I groan. It's locked. Damn it!
I know the door won't open, but I still pull the knob back and forth, as if I'm strong enough to force it open. It doesn't work because I'm too weak. So I can't use the alternative door, but the windows might be unlocked.
There are two windows on each side of the back door and I try to pull each open. They don't. What the hell? Why are we so safe?
Well, there is only my mom and I, so being safe is the number one priority. Since there's no man of the house who would protect us, it makes sense.
I sigh a really long one, feeling like falling face first on the grass.
Maybe I should do that. Maybe I'll just give up and lay there with my face right on the grass and pretend I'm dead so bugs will eat me alive.
Nah, they won't do that.
Ants could probably take an army and carry me away to their anthill. But then they'll try to push me inside their anthill hole and figure out that I'm too big to fit and will just abandon me.
What am I thinking? I really need to get some sleep. Too bad I can't get into my house, where my comfortable and warm bed awaits me. I guess this is my fault for forgetting to take the key.
In the end, I climb over the fence again and walk back to where I started: my porch steps. I don't know what to do anymore. I can feel my cold jeans sticking to my legs and I'm getting so cold. My nose seems to be running too.
What do I do now?
In the corner of my eye, I see a light flashing. I look to the right at Niall's house.
Sure enough, the light is coming from his bedroom window. He has curtains closed over the opening so I can't see inside, but the lights are flickering on and off.
What is that cheesehead up to now? Is he having a party in there or what?He's so weird.
No, I know why he's doing that. He's trying to get my attention. He wants me to come over and ask him if I can stay. That would be equivalent to me surrendering and submitting to him, so I'm not doing that. Nope.
Instead, I look up at the sky, standing there while I shiver from the cold. The moon is smiling down at me and my inner voice is telling me something.
Go. You have no other choice. Stop being stubborn and just do it.
