Chapter Eight: Confessions

**Kyla's POV**

I strained my eyes since my vision was blured with tears. Recognition flashed through them as I remembered who he was. It made me feel even worse.

"Tony,"

I breathed earning a dashing smile followed by a light chuckle. I had no idea what made him so giggly.

"I'm glad I'm good enough for you to remember me." He joked, earning an eye roll from me. “I remember everyone currently trying to ruin my life.” My subconscious added for me, I had not the mind to say it to his face.

"Thank you for Friday night." I swiftly changed the topic. Regardless of who he was, he did help me out of a ditch that night. Therefore, he deserved my thanks.

"It's no problem, You seem to be really down." I sighed in abject misery. “That obvious?” Questioning myself, I let out another side.

"My life is a mess." I admitted unknowingly.

"The bet?" He asked. “What else?” I responded, sounding mean.