"Sloane Jules, what on earth have you done?!" She screamed when she saw me enter the house. It took every ounce of strength I had to keep a straight face, as I predicted she was very unhappy with what I'd done.
"What, you hate it?" I asked in a serious voice, still trying to keep a straight face. She shook her head angrily "Of course I hate it! I can't believe you did this!"
"Mum, calm down it's not that big of a deal," I said dropping my innocent act. See, what I had done was make a few changes, I pierced my nose, my tongue, and my belly button, and I dyed half of my sleek jet black hair red, on the top so it was very visible. I knew my hair was the reason my mother was so worked up, she loved my hair.
"Not a big deal?! Look at your hair, and what in the world is that in your nose?!!" I rolled my eyes and said "It's a nose ring, goodness, Mum, keep up. Haven't you seen the muggles wearing them?"
My mother took an angry deep breath and said "We will discuss this later, now go in the living room and greet our guest." "What guest?!" I asked bewildered. "You'll see." She said smiling, I didn't like it when she smiled, it usually meant nothing good.
I walked in the living room to see a cute boy with dark brown hair and gorgeous hazel eyes that I knew all too well, I was looking at my ex boyfriend Kale. I somehow kept my eyes from widening, but I couldn't stop my stomache from dropping, or my heart from racing.
Kale turned around to look at me and he smiled his sweet smile that still knocked me out. "Hey, Sloane, long time no see, love the hair." I cleared my throat and said "Thanks. Um, I don't mean to be rude, but what are you doing here?" "Oh, your mother invited me to dinner, since we haven't seen eachother all summer, she said it would be nice for us to see eachother again, especially with you going to a new school and all."
It would be nice if I hadn't been purposely avoiding him all summer! I had broken up with him in the beginning of the summer and then stayed away from him, because I knew he still loved me, and honestly, I still loved him, but we just couldn't be together. And my mother invited him to dinner knowing I was avoiding him, this, here, living proof she hates me!
"Oh, that was nice of her," I said through clenched teeth. Kale patted the spot next to him and said "Come sit down, tell me how you've been," I put on a fake smile and sat down next to him on the couch. Immediately it felt just like it used to when we used to sit on the couch for hours and talk, with our fingers intertwined.
I'm brought back to the present when Kale says "So, how have you been?" I smile and nod "Good, as you can see, I've made a few changes," "Yes, I can see that, I like them." "Really?" "Yeah, you still look beautiful in my opinion," he said placing his hand over mine. A jolt goes through my body, and suddenly I remember how it felt when he touched me and the way his hand in mine felt, and most of all, when he kissed me.
Now, I know what you're thinking, if I still clearly love Kale, why did I break up with him in the first place? Well, it's quite complicated, but I'll explain.
Kale has been my best friend for as long as I can remember, we grew up together, went to school together, we were inseperable. When we were about twelve, I started having a crush on him, I started worrying about the craziest things like how my hair looked, or if he liked what I was wearing. Then, when we were about thirteen Kale suddenly kissed me and admitted he liked me as more than a friend, from then on we were together.
Problems didn't start until about a year into our relationship, that's when I found out Kale's secret, he had an alcohol problem. And when he got drunk he lost all sense of who he was, and sometimes he hurt me, and he wouldn't remember a single thing the next day. I never told him the horrible things he did, I never told him how he sometimes forced me to do things I didn't want to do, I just couldn't. When he wasn't drunk he was the sweetest guy I knew.
Then one day, things went too far, we were at my friend Tanya's end of the year party, and as usual, Kale had been drinking. So had I, but not nearly as much as he had, he pulled me into a room and locked the door. I asked him what he was doing and he said "Shhh, I have it all under control," which, clearly he didn't, I mean, he was drunk. He pushed me down on the bed and got on top of me, then he began kissing me.
Then he started taking my clothes off, I didn't mind, he had done a bunch of times before, but then more of my clothes were coming off than usual, and that I did mind. I told him to get off, he didn't listen, I tried to push him off, it didn't work. I started to cry as he continued to take my clothes off. This continued until both of us had no clothes on, but he still didn't stop, there was nothing I could do, I couldn't stop him.
When it was over he passed out and I kept crying, I couldn't believe what had happened. At that moment I decided I had to end it with him, he was out of contol. And I couldn't let him find out what he did to me, what I let him do, it would kill him. I knew Kale wouldn't understand why I was ending it, hell, no one would, but I couldn't let it happen again, it was what was best, for both of us.
So now here I was sitting next to him on my couch, wishing he would kiss me. "Dinner's ready!" My mother shouts and I'm a bit startled. We get up and he intertwines his fingers with mine and glances at me, checking to see if I'll pull my hand away. When he realizes I won't he smiles and leads me into the dining room. Dinner wasn't as horrible as I thought it would be, but I was still mad at my mother for inviting Kale.
After dessert, I walked Kale out and he pulled me close and kissed me passionately. "I've missed you," he whispered before brushing his lips against mine, I was absolutely breathless. "Promise you'll write at your new school?" I nodded and somehow managed to say "Every week," Kale smiled and kissed me again. I could feel my whole body tingling, all because he was touching me. It wasn't fair that we couldn't be together and he still drove me mad and got me all worked up.
Kale murmured "I love you," and I couldn't help myself, I whispered back "I love you, too." With that Kale kissed me once more and left leaving me standing on my front porch breathless and utterly confused about my feelings. I sighed and went back into the house.
I knew I'd have to deal with my mother pissed about my hair and new piercings, but that didn't seem so bad at the moment. Especially since I started at Hogwarts the next day, I just hoped I was ready for it.
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