Breaking Up Sucks

Who: Alexis and Kyle
Where: School
When: Late afternoon

Jonathan Byrd was not pleased with the idea of leaving his daughter up at school for the night, but an inability to get to the school kind of killed his argument. While Alexis wouldn't have chosen it for herself either, she wasn't bothered near as much, since she had plenty of people around to keep her company. At some point she hoped to track down Lily and Breezy, and maybe they could practice on their new routine, but for the moment she just wanted to watch the snow. She tried to feel it from her side of the window, tried to meditate of it, and while she was doing well for a while, it suddenly stopped. Alexis sighed and pressed her fingers to the cold glass.

Kyle had been looking for Alexis for most of the day. Granted, he hadn't been looking very hard, but it had been in the forefront of his mind while he tried to deal with everything else. He knew he would see her in chemistry class, but he also knew that their interaction there would be limited due to, well, class.

He caught sight of her by a window in the later afternoon, once it had been established that the entire school was pretty much stuck there. Which blew, as he much preferred his bedroom, and his king sized bed to whatever the school had in mind, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He hoped to find Gabe at some point, but that was all on the backburner for now.

"Hey," he greeted, coming up behind her and slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "Got a sec?"

Alexis tensed, unable to say she was glad to see Kyle. She didn't exactly know how to handle the situation, even if she was pretty sure she knew what she wanted to tell him. It just seemed like something she should avoid when there were so many people around. If he wanted to talk, though, she wouldn't deny him the opportunity. It wasn't like she was doing anything else at the moment. "Sure," she said, her fingers slipping away from the glass. "What's up?"

"Uh..." And he really wasn't sure what to say all of the sudden. Kyle had known he needed to talk to Alexis, but now that she was in front of him, it was hard for him to find the right words. And he didn't know if that was from his condition, or his own stupidity. Sighing, Kyle ran a hand over his short hair, wishing he was better at this sort of thing. "I wanted to say I was sorry for...before. On the phone. And in class. I should have believed you, with the ghost thing... even if I couldn't see them myself. I just... it was hard to swallow at the time."

While she didn't want to be a pissy bitch, Alexis was pretty sure that was the emotion she was leaning towards at the moment. She'd felt slighted, and abandoned, and hurt, and a number of things that it had taken him way too long to address, all because it was 'hard to swallow'. An apology was great, but it didn't just fix things, at least not for her. "I was scared," she said. "And instead of trying to make me feel safe, you made me feel stupid. If you don't give a shit about my feelings, why exactly are you dating me?" She could probably guess, but she wanted to hear it from him if all he could say was that she was a nice piece of ass.

Okay, well, he wasn't really expecting that reaction from an apology. Kyle dropped his arm to his side and stared at her for a second. "I'm sorry I made you feel stupid. That wasn't my... my intention. And I do care about your feelings. It's not... fair to say I don't. It was ghosts, Alexis. Easy for you to believe, because you already believed... it wasn't easy for me. And it wasn't like you didn't make me feel stupid for not seeing them." Kyle stopped abruptly and huffed before rubbing his thumb along his brow wearily. "I'm just trying to say I'm sorry, okay? I didn't react the way I guess I should have."

She was hearing his apology and it just... fell short. To her, it didn't matter if he believed or not, but that he'd been there for her. And he wasn't. And she didn't know if he would be next time, or if he'd question her again. "I wasn't asking you to believe me. I was asking you to-- to keep me company. Even if the ghosts weren't real, I was still scared." So yeah, she'd made him feel stupid in return. That had been the point, once she was upset. "I wanna say it's okay, but I... I'm just not sure."

He remembered that night, and remembered he hadn't been able to leave the house anyway, according to his parents, but... still. He knew she had a point. "I'm sorry," he said again, rather lamely this time, because apparently those words didn't hold much weight. "I fucked up. I just... don't know what else you want me to say." Kyle fidgeted and slipped his hands back into his pockets. "Can I work on making it okay? Or... do you think that'd be pointless?"

Now there was something she hadn't considered happening. He hadn't seemed all that willing to put in the work before, so she'd never really thought he'd want to do so now. But he as asking, which she supposed was something. "If you want to work on it... I'd give it a shot," she said, pausing to think for a moment. "I just don't know what to do about the fact that you don't trust me, and don't believe me, and... those things seem pretty important. At least to me."

"I didn't believe you because there was no..." Kyle broke off again with a mild grimace. Losing his temper and getting frustrated wasn't going to make this better. But why did everyone just expect him to accept the supernatural stuff with open arms when no one could give him any proof? Maybe he could start to believe it, but as long as it happened to everyone but him? It was hard. "Look, you called me blind because I couldn't see them... but there's more to it than that, I just didn't know it at the time. I thought that you were just seeing things, and getting caught up in the hysteria. To me, that was a logical explanation. And that's what I was looking for. Logic. Truth. I don't know... I didn't see what you saw, or anyone else. Understanding my point of view is pretty important to me too, Alexis. And you just got pissed at me for not believing you without trying to see my side of it."

"I wasn't asking for your opinion on the situation though!" Alexis said, her own frustration rising as he didn't seem to understand the real issue there. "I was fucking scared, Kyle. And instead of trying to make me feel better, you blew me off. I don't want a boyfriend-- or whatever we are-- who's more concerned with reason than my feelings. You don't even know what you're apologizing for!" It wasn't that he didn't believe in ghosts anymore, but that he didn't believe her. Unless Kyle could grasp the difference, Alexis wasn't sure there was a point in trying to fix this. "If I'd known that you wanted to have a discussion about ghosts, I wouldn't have texted you, since that's not what I was looking for. Your point of view didn't matter at that moment in time because me being scared wasn't about you and what you think is real!"

"I told you I was sorry for that," he snapped. "I don't know what you want me to say about it! And it wasn't like you brought that up in class the next day, did you? No, you wanted to talk about the ghosts. And you didn't want to know my point of view then either. Or even now it seems like! You just want to be right, and think I'm a dick because I mishandled your feelings one time. I know exactly what I'm apologizing for, it just sounds to me like you're not satisfied with that. It fucked in how I handled it, yeah, I know, and I'm sorry. I'm not.... perfect, Alexis."

"I don't know how to address what you're not willing to tell me," Alexis said. "You're not seeing them, and I'd be willing to talk about that, except it's hard when you've told me there's nothing to see! And so your point of view comes across as 'Alexis is crazy', and yeah, I'm not thrilled to talk about that!" She stopped and tried to calm herself down, suddenly aware that she might be making a scene. She hadn't intended to get so upset, but it was hard in this situation. She felt wronged and words didn't make her feel better, even thought she thought they should. "I never said you were perfect," Alexis said softly. "I just don't want to date someone who thinks I'm insane... and it feels like that's where this is going."

"I never said you were crazy," Kyle pointed out. "Not once. If anyone's insane, it's obviously me, since the rest of the world isn't having problems seeing this shit." Frustrated now, despite his best efforts not to be, Kyle stepped back from her. "You know, if you want to break up with me, then... just do it. Stop trying to make me feel like shit, and accusing me of things that aren't anywhere near true. I fucked up, and I said I was sorry. If that's not enough for you... then... whatever, you know? I can't fix it any better than what I've tried."

"I don't know what I want," Alexis frowned. "And I wasn't trying to accuse you of things. It's just how I feel sometimes." This whole conversation made her uncomfortable, like she was the bad guy and had done something wrong. He'd asked for a second chance, but she hadn't taken that as well as she should. He'd apologized and she'd virtually ignored it. And now he was standing farther away and she wondered just what it was that brought them together. He was cute, yes, but it didn't feel like it should be like this.

"You told me I didn't give a shit about your feelings," Kyle reminded her. "That I care more about reason, than you. You told me that I think you're insane. None of that shit is true." He wanted to apologize for being a jerk before, and he did. And... she either didn't believe him, or didn't care. "I'd say if you don't know what you want? Then that's enough of an answer for me." If she wanted him, that should have been clear enough, right? She would have been okay with giving him another chance because she wouldn't want this to happen. "I'm gonna go. At least before this gets any worse," he said. "I'll see you in class later."

Alexis rubbed at her eyes, feeling tears well up. Those were all things she'd said, because that's how he made her feel. It might not have been fact, but if that's what she was getting from him, then she didn't know what to do differently. "I'm sorry," she said, trying her best not to cry. This... sucked. She didn't know how she expected this to go, but she didn't like it at all. She couldn't tell if she was breaking up with him, or the other way around, but it made her miserable either way.

He didn't want to see her cry because he didn't do well with crying girls. There was an internal siren blaring, telling him to run away very quickly. "I'm sorry too," he said quietly before deciding to just go. He was sorry, but he wasn't sure that made much a difference, since it didn't seem to when it should have. "I'll see you later, Alexis." Turning on his heel, Kyle started down the hallway to his next class. This week so far? Sucked.