Chapter 180 Confronting Feelings (1/2)

Beatrice was angry, that was undeniable.

Kyle could see it clearly in her eyes, in her stance and the way she practically snarled at him. He found this new face of Beatrice particularly interesting. Never before had he ever seen Beatrice like this as she was always unemotional and stoic. Except for those eye twitches, of course.

Sure, she had changed a lot in the year that he got to know her but still, she was still 'Beatrice'.

Right now, however, as he watched her get up and stomp to the place Sam had confessed to Betty, he had to suppress a grin. She walked over to the nearby tree and started kicking it. Kyle just stood by closely, seeing as she needed to vent.

”Stupid, idiotic girl! Why is she always like this! Dumb broad. Stupid. Imbecile! Zero brains!” Beatrice was grumbling angrily under her breath with each kick.

Scenes of Sam's confession flashed through her mind. Betty rejecting him cruelly. Sam walking away so hurt. Betty crying her eyes out and fishing out the gift he had wanted to give her.

The more she thought about it, the more she was angry about it. Until the anger was all gone and it was replaced with an intense sadness and emptiness that she couldn't explain. She didn't know when she stopped kicking the innocent tree and had started punching it.

All she knew as the anger dissipated, someone took her by the shoulders, turned her around and she was engulfed in a warm hug. Instinctively, she resisted but when those strong arms wrapped itself around her and held her close to his warm, firm chest, she started crying.

It was as if a dam had been broken. She had been sad before, but now, it was the sort of sadness that ate at her soul. She slowly wrapped her hands around Kyle's waist, hugging him back and enjoying the warmth and comfort that his prescence gave her.

He didn't say a word, but just held her tightly to him and let her be. He would rub her back, in a consoling manner, as she continued to sob into his chest.

When Beatrice finally stopped, she stepped back and Kyle released his hold on her. She looked ruefully to the extremely wet patch of his shirt and mumbled an apology.

”Don't worry about it,” Kyle assured her, taking her hand and then made her sit down on the ground next to him. He unbuttoned his shirt so that the wet patch wouldn't stick to his chest, and it allowed the shirt to dry a bit as it flapped in the wind.

”So have you decided what you wanted to do?” Kyle asked.

”How long have you known?” Beatrice asked instead.

”About what?” Kyle asked back.

”About how I felt for Sam,” Beatrice clarified, ”Was it so obvious?”

What was Kyle to say? That he observes everything and everyone around him? It wasn't so much that Beatrice made it obvious, but that he could tell because he was looking out for it.

”No, it wasn't,” Kyle said.

”So how did you know?” Beatrice pressed on.

”I just do,” Kyle replied, looking in the distance, ”That isn't important though, is it? The main thing here is, now that you know how Betty feels and why she did what she did. What are you going to be doing about it?”

”In truth, I'm furious. I'm angry that she never told me how she felt about Sam,” Beatrice said, looking on the ground, ”And I'm sad that Sam doesn't feel anything for me. I'm also feeling ... betrayed.”

”That Betty somehow cheated on you?” Kyle asked.

”No! Not that,” Beatrice said with a sigh, ”That I didn't know. I thought we were close.”

”So your sense of betrayal isn't from her stealing your man, but from her not confiding in you like you did?” Kyle said, laying it out clearly.

Beatrice thought about it and nodded.

It was true. She was extremely upset at Betty, but not for the fact that Sam likes her. That hurt a lot, of course, but it wasn't Betty's fault. Like Beatrice falling for Sam. It didn't make him, hers ... it hurt, but it's a fact.

”You know what? There is a basic misconception about what a love triangle is. People feel that it's when two people like the same guy, right? So three people make three points of a triangle,” Kyle said seriously, ”But think about it.”

”A triangle should be equal in size and form, right? So to me, a true love triangle means A loves B, who loves C, who is in love with A. That's a triangle. Yet, it isn't,” Kyle said, talking as if it was a lesson, ”The proper definition of a love triangle currently is when one person can't choose between the two who are interested in him or her. I still don't agree with this, but it's still better than two people being in love with one.”