Chapter 23 [Kale]

God d****t s**t f**k. Christ Kale, you’re such a great guy. No, you aren’t an a*****e! Not at all!
I’m not convincing myself. Charlotte knew I cheated. But, she never had any evidence. Until today. And I promised the poor girl! What’s wrong with me? I always push people away. But ick, what a common problem to have. Way to be like EVERY OTHER GUY in the f*****g UNIVERSE. 
Emily Carter said she wanted to borrow some of Charlotte’s clothes. 
“Charlotte has the best style.” She said, trying to convince me. It worked. Blondes are my weakness. Well, them and red heads… and brunettes. Also girls with died hair. 
Emily came over, with a skimpy outfit on. I really tried to stop her when she tried kissing me, but what was I supposed to do?
After a while I stopped trying to stop her and embraced it all. Because evidently, I’m a stupid a*****e, and my dick controls my life. I thought that Charlotte wasn’t coming home till later, but I was wrong. She came through the door, and Emily hid under my bed. I kissed her, and asked why she was home so early. She simply told me that she took a day off so we could be together. She’s such a sweetheart. So I kissed her gently. 
I was leaning over the bed, and Charlotte was on her knees. She was about to blow me; Charlotte gives AMAZING blowjobs. She kissed down my chest. I told her I loved her.
“I love you too Kris.” She said.
Kris.
She said Kris. 
Now, I know I’m way better looking than him and all, but he intimidates me so much. Aimee doesn’t realize it yet, but he has her wrapped around his finger. I’m not going to let him get Charlotte, too. I grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her to her feet.
“Kris?” I asked her, so pissed off that all I could do was whisper. She claimed she said Kale, not Kris. Bullshit. I was so angry, I could hardly control myself at that point. 
“Get out from under the bed, Em.” I said, and a naked Emily crawled out. 
“Kale?” Charlotte asked. I told her I was “cheating on her a*s.”
“F**k you Kale!” She yelled at me. She never yells at me. She said she was going to go have sex with Kris, and that he probably had a way bigger dick then me. She only does the dick jabs when she’s really upset. She ran out of our house sobbing. And me being retarded, I didn’t run after her. I didn’t even get to have sex with Emily.
“I don’t think I feel right about this, K.” She had said.

I sit on our couch now, watching Caroline. I don’t care about anyone but Charlotte, and Charlotte only cares about two other people besides me. Her brother, Sam; and her best friend, Caroline. And since we share a house, we only got one TV, so now we watch her on it. I never liked her while I was alive. She was the obnoxious popular type. Charlotte was never obnoxious in high school. She was sweet to everyone, despite her queen bee status. She wasn’t smart enough to make jabs at people. 
Back to Caroline. I wasn’t thrilled with having to watch her all the time at first. But after I did watch her for a while, I realized how, well, deep she was. Her home life wasn’t great, her parents neglected her, but she was very smart, and very pretty. Her hair’s light brown and curly, and she has piercing gray eyes. So I watch her, on this blind date she’s on. Making a fool of herself. I have nothing else to do. 

The thing that’s so sick about me, is that I know I can get Charlotte back, whenever I want. She’ll always come back to me, and she deserves so much better. I’m such a stupid f**k. I’ll walk around and try to find her. I get up from the couch, but Charlotte bursts through the door, and hugs me.
“I’m so sorry Kale.” She says, mascara smeared all over her face. She looks so silly, but so cute. 
“No, my love. I’m sorry.” I say, looking down to see her beautiful face. She doesn’t need to wear mascara; her eyelashes are already incredibly long.
“I didn’t mean it, about how I thought Kris’s dick was bigger. And I don’t know why I said his name instead of your name, baby.”
“I forgive you baby.” I say. She doesn’t even mention Emily. I wrap my hands around her waist and kiss her. 
“Lets get you cleaned up.”

We go into the bathroom. I get a wet cloth, and rub off all her mascara. Kissing her between each wipe. I can’t help myself; she’s so damn cute.
After I’m done she says, “I think I need to take a bath.” I know what she’s asking. 
“I do too.” 
I start the bath. She pulls off her wet shirt and bra, and pants. She has an amazing body. I tell her, and she blushes. Even after everything we’ve been through, all the compliments I’ve given her, she’s never failed to blush when I say these things to her. 
Once the bath is ready, we both get in. I get in first, then her. She slips, and falls on top of me. Water slashed everywhere.
“It’s okay, we’ll clean it up later.” I say. She leans on my chest and I stroke her wavy, dark brown, beautiful hair.
“I love you Kale.” She says.
“I love you, too Kris.” I say back, teasing her. She doesn’t get it. She gets up and turns to look at me, confused. 
“Kidding, baby.” I say. She thinks for a minute.
“OH!” She finally yells, and starts laughing. “I get it!”