Just be available.

VIOLET'S P.O.V

I saw Kyla and Jeremy alighting from the car. I can't believe Jeremy picked her up.

"They look cute together." Crystal said and I glared at her.

" No they don't." I fired at her.

"What are you two doing here?" Brian asked walking to us.

"Nothing." I said sharply.

"You girls were staring at Jeremy and Kyla." he said and I scoffed.

"It's none of your business." I said and pulled Crystal along with me.

During lunch break, Crystal and I watched as they both walked up the long steps.

"What are they doing up there?" Crystal asked.

"We need to find out." I said.

"But those steps are so many." she complained.

"Come on." I said and she reluctantly walked with me. We started climbing up the stairs and Crystal was already panting hard.

"I'm so tired." She grumbled. I heard their voices. I peeked at them, they were both sitting on a desk and were chatting away happily. So this is their secret place. Jeremy has never brought me here, not even once.

I watched as he fed her with a snack. I'm so engulfed with jealousy right now. Crystal stood up and also peeked at them too.

"Wow." she said. Jeremy stood up and stood in front of her.

"What are you up to?" Kyla asked smiling at him sheepishly. He held her waist and they both kiss passionately. I felt like crying. It increased my hatred for Kyla. Jeremy is rightfully mine.

"Oh my God, J can actually kiss a girl." Crystal said, watching them.

"He is supposed to be kissing me and not that bitch." I said in anger and she looked at me.

"Vi, calm down, we'll do something about it." she said and continue watching them. They soon stopped kissing and continued talking.

"Let's get outta here." I said and started walking down the steps. "Crystal." I whisper yelled, because she was still watching them.

"I'm coming." she said and followed me. We went to the cafeteria and sat down the guys.

"Why is she upset?" Mitch asked Crystal, and I rolled my eyes.

" Nothing serious." Crystal said.

"You two are acting weird and suspicious." Brian said.

"Drop that, ok?" I said and took a French fry from his plate.

KYLA'S P.O.V

After school closed for the day, I went to the basketball court. There were few people there, the basketball team and the cheerleaders. I sat down and searched for Jeremy. I saw him and waved at him. He looked happy when he saw me. I watched as they practiced. I glanced at the cheerleaders, Violet was being bossy as expected. I turned my attention back to Jeremy, he's really good.

I took out a book from my bag and opened it. I was about to read, but on a second thought I won't. J wants me to watch him play. I opened my bag and kept the book.

JEREMY'S P.O.V

I shoot the ball into the net and everyone cheered. I turned to Kyla with smiles but she wasn't even looking at me. She was cooked up in her book. Dang it.

I walked out of the basketball court, ignoring coach's calls. I'm so devastated. Why can't she just be focused on me for once? I walk to the changing room and sat down angrily. I brushed my hair backwards as it was sticking to my face due to the sweat. Violet was right. Kyla is always reading. No, it's not a bad thing but i just want her attention on me sometimes.

"Babe," I heard her voice but I didn't respond. "Baby." she called again and walked in. I diverted my eyes from her. She walked to me and sat beside me. "What happened? I noticed you weren't playing with the guys." she said.

"Yeah, you just noticed." I muttered.

"Why are you like this? Did something happen? You were playing very well earlier, what happened all of a sudden?" She asked staring into my face but I I avoided her eyes.

"You. You happened." I said and stood up.

"Me? What do you mean?" she asked and groaned angrily.

"Don't you get it?" I asked furiously and she stood up.

"Get what?"she asked.

"How on Earth can you not understand that you are neglecting me? Huh? How don't you understand that you are not giving me your attention. All your attention goes to your book. Don't you know I want my girlfriend to give me some attention once in a while? Nothing else, just be available. I want my girlfriend to be with me when I need her. I want her to support me every time. Do you still not get it?" I yelled at her and saw how she got startled in fear and surprise. I act cool but my temper is really not something one would want to experience. But still, I shouldn't have yelled at her. Why did I even yell at her? What got into me? Violet's words are taking control of me. How does she have this much effect on me?

I glanced at her, she was quiet and looking sad. She was staring at me and I'm sure she was surprised to see and hear me act this way. I saw her eyes getting misty. My heart was broken immediately. I embraced her.

"I'm.. I'm.. I'm.. sorry." I said but she didn't embrace me back. I refrained from her and looked at her. "Baby I..." she interrupted me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked. "You never tell me anything, you just get on with it out of the blue. I didn't know you were hurt, why didn't you tell me? I thought you needed space because you were busy. I didn't want to be a pest to you. You usually become tired after your practice and I didn't want to stress you more. That's why I give you the space you need. I also need your attention but I can't get it at the expense of you failing your team." She said and wiped her tears with her palms. I felt so bad. Why did I think all those things about her? I was so foolish.

She removed my hands from her body and walked out.

What have I done? I just accused her wrongly. What was I thinking?

"Kyle." I called and ran after her. "Kyla." I called. I got to the parking lot but she already entered her car. They drove off.

KYLA'S P.O.V

I cried all the way home. I got down from the car and ran inside.

"What's wrong dear?"Lorraine asked but I ran to my room. I locked myself in and sat on the bed.

Why would Jeremy think that I'm neglecting him? I always want to spend time with him, but he's always busy nowadays. So why does he think that I'm the one neglecting him when he's doing the exact thing. He's unfair. I hate him. Why did he yell at me? I hate being yelled at.