Kyle

You and Kyle weren’t friends but neither enemies. You guys both have friends in common and most of the time you go out, he is there. You never did anything wrong to him and he didn’t do anything wrong towards you, but everytime y’all saw face to face, you kept teasing eachother.

One day, a guy in the group suggested that the group could have a night out in a club. Everyone agreed and met eachother at the front, while waiting for everyone to come.

Kyle, who always arrived in time, didn’t this time. You crossed your arms and tapped your foot on the ground repeatedly, growing impatient by the second, and finally he showed up.

“Sorry guys, i had to swing by my mom’s house.”

He says, catching his breath, then he gave you a nasty look.

“What are you looking at?”

He asked, raising his eyebrow.

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