Chapter 4: Weird Encounter.
Shifting my weight on either foot, I stood impatiently by the door of one of the few bathrooms in the house.
Getting quickly annoyed I knocked on the door again. No answer.
“Krissy I know your in there!” I yelled through the door. “Let me in!, I have to get dressed!!.” I proclaimed. I smore I heard muffled giggles. But then again I couldn’t be sure, things were off with me lately anyway. “Krissy!” I warned.
“Why? so you can get ready for your boy toy. No way, just wait about 20 minutes I’ll be out soon!” Krissy stated from inside the bathroom. After her statement I heard the blow dryer start.
“Ugh! I can’t believe her!” I moaned turning facing away from the door yet again. You might be wondering why I’m not in my bathroom. Well, this is my bathroom. Krissy took it into her own hands to use it. I leaned on the door until something dawned on me. “Did she just say boy, toy?” I thought aloud pronouncing each word slowly.
Wait she couldn’t mean, could she? I thought incredulously. No way! Is she talking about what happened at lunch yesterday? I have to have a talk with her later. I proclaimed in my mind.
After my little agreement with my self, I realized the dryer shut off. I unfortunately didn’t have enough time to lean away from the door when it suddenly opened, and I went tumbling down onto the bathroom floor. Of course accompanied by Krissy’s gasps of breath from laughing so hard.
“OuCH!” I groaned clutching my head. I made sure to say it lowly then express the ‘CH’ at the end.
“Lesson learned?” Krissy raised an eyebrow at me.
“Lesson learned my a-.” I was cut of by Krissy.
“Ohh, potty mouth!” She laughed.
“Krissy, your 13, not like you haven’t said a thing or two.” I bluntly stated lifting my tasseled body from the floor.
“Whatever, take the bathroom now, or I’ll just grab it again.” She crossed her arms.
“It’s my bathroom in the first place! and no way!.” I walked completely into the bathroom slamming the door behind me.
I heard her giggle a bit before I heard her retreating feet. I sighed. Staring at myself in the mirror, I really needed to do something with my hair. I decided to take a quick shower. After my shower I picked some clean clothes off the rack; I had set them there yesterday and completely forgot about them.
I threw them on and stepped out.
It was barely 7 so I had a little time left to get to school. Continuing my daily routine with Krissy, and some snide remarks later we’re ready to go.
Arriving at the school, we made it in time to see students packing their way in. I hurriedly grabbed my things and followed the crowd, waving yet another goodbye to Krissy.
Trying to get passed the overwhelmingly large crowd was like trying to get passed 40-50 elephants in a small village, impossible. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Miss Priss Anastasia, and Dylan. I turned my head to get a better view, I noted that it looked like they too were waiting for the large crowd of students to die down before even attempting to get passed. But I also could see the slight irritation in Dylan’s features, I looked towards Anastasia, and looky there, I found the source of his irritation. Anastasia, looked as though she was trying her hardest to flirt with the cold stone being Dylan. I tried holding back an evil snicker, when it was clearly shown he disliked being near the self-obsessed queen of the school. A part of me thought he deserved it for being so cruel towards people, but then there was that side of me that felt kind of bad for him. I know what it’s like being around her, and just thinking about it made me cringe. After the crowd died down, it looked as though Dylan was about to go on ahead when he was stopped by yet again, Anastasia. She looked like a total retard trying to pursue him; it was almost too hilarious. I was almost tempted to go over and borrow him, but a curtain part of my self-conscious told me other wise. I wanted to at least thank him for getting her off my back yesterday, even though I’m sure it was mostly for his own intentions. Still, he got her off my back. The least I could do is thank him right?
Walking over to them, Dylan was the first to notice me. I could see him visibly stiffen, when he did that Anastasia’s gaze snapped towards my direction. I suddenly felt insecure and lowly under their harsh gazes, which in return made me somewhat slow down.
Walking up to them I nodded, as if to say a silent hello.
Their gazes never left me, at some point I considered their eyes accusing. Almost as if I had killed their beloved puppy. Shrugging it off I spoke first.
“Um, hi” I greeted, the way it sounded was probably barely audible. But them nodding told me they had heard. I continued, “So, I-I just thought I’d come o-over, to borrow D-Dylan for a m-minute.” I stuttered painfully. Anastasia’s face grew to a somewhat anger before snapping her gaze to Dylan, who looked as though he was contemplating on whether he should go to see what I wanted or stay and suffer with Anastasia. In my mind the answer was painfully obvious, but then again I could safely say I could not stand Anastasia.
“Alright,” Came Dylan’s simple reply. Shrugging off Anastasia he started walking closer towards me. I took that as a hint for me to walk a little ways up.
Stopping about 30 feet away from the demon herself, I started first.
“So, I, um, just wanted to say, um, T-thank you for g-getting Anastasia off my back yesterday.” I looked down blushing profusely. Curse his stupid looks.
“I didn’t do it for you.” He calmly replied rather coldly.
“I thought s-so, but still,” I looked up to meet his cold stare before continuing. “Still, it got her off my back. So even t-though you may n-not have meant too, you h-helped me.” I tried to smile but it was too hard looking him in the face when my cheeks literally felt like they would burn off.
“Hn.” He replied. Turning around he started walking back towards Anastasia, hands in pockets, but before he got to her, he turned towards the school doors. Well, that went well. I thought sarcastically. Before following them in, to go to my classes, I caught the faint glance that Dylan threw my way over his shoulder. I was close to tensing but kept my pace. I refused to crack! When Dylan noticed this I could almost see a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Facing the school once more he disappeared through the schools doors. Anastasia not far behind, threw me one last hate look before also going through the school doors.
Well, isn’t this a grand day?
I slowly trudged up the stairs and into my next class, which of course. Biology. And I have the greatest luck to have Dylan in there too! Hint the overwhelming of sarcasm.
Entering the room, the teacher looked like he approved of me not being late this time, while I heard faint giggling echo around the room. Probably laughing about the rumor. I thought grimly. I glanced up to see Dylan, looking as if he couldn’t care less about anything, he had both his knuckles rested against his jaw on either side, while his elbows rested calmly on his desk. From what I could see his eyes were closed, he looked so peaceful like nothing could disturb him. And as if he could sense me staring, he slowly opened his eyes, reverting towards me in a very (Krissy Way) blasé fashion. I huffed and walked back to the end and took my seat. Dylan’s seat resided about 3 desks ahead of me to my left, so I got a good look at his back. There are exactly 3 rows of seats I’m usually seated in the middle. Not that I mind, I kind of like being in the center, it balances off my view on certain things. Starting the lesson, my mind started drifting to what I might have to face this afternoon.
“Miss Demona?”
“Miss Demona”
“Demona?”
Demona!”
“Huh what? where!” I reacted frantically to my name being shouted. At my outburst, I heard students start laughing.
“I would appreciate it if you stay with the class Demona” My teacher hovered above me scolding and glaring. I heard the room burst out in fits of laughter and giggles. My instincts naturally went to a certain person. I looked up over at Dylan. He was staring at me, amusement clearly shone on his face. Eye brows raised in a questioning manner.
I looked down quickly, then refocused my attention on my teacher. “I’m so sorry!” I pleaded hoping that I didn’t get in trouble.
“If this happens again, there will be consequences,” He warned, turning around he made his way back to his desk. Continuing with whatever the lesson was. When the laughter didn’t die down he shot the class a stern and warning look. The laughter quickly subsided. But the stares continued, including one particular male.
Class ended abruptly, I was internally grateful. Getting through most of my periods, it quickly turned lunchtime.
Making my usual way to Sid’s and my table I sat down hoping to avoid critical looks. I knew it was bad enough I couldn’t get away from being confronted about the so called ‘Rumor’ about me supposedly getting a little to comfy with an older man, and soon to be mother. This whole situation really burned my butt.
Glaring at the floor I crossed my arms slouching into my seat, I continued waiting for Sid.
“What were you thinking,” A voice asked from in front of me. It was more of a statement and borderline command then a question. But it wasn’t harsh either; more or less it sounded something like asking a friend if they wanted to go do something when everything got boring.
“What?” I asked confused. I looked up to the source of the voice to see again no other then anti social him self. “Dylan!?” I asked incredulously. Probably a little too loud, people starting shifting their gazes towards us. Dylan quickly took the seat in front of me, my guess to survive social embarrassment.
“I don’t see anyone else here.” He grumbled grimly looking around. When everything settled down, except the few glaring looks from girls towards me out of jealousy, everything was good. Leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, he settled his gaze on me. Eyes still as emotionless as ever. Lifting a leg up and resting it on the table as if everything was fine he continued to stare.
I stared at him blankly confused as to what to say or do I just kept quite.
I was not one to totally like silence and this was very needless to say uncomfortable. Dylan, however, looked totally relax.
“Um,” I decided to break the silence after realizing it was going to be a painful wait on him to say something. He raised his eyebrows indicating for me to continue. “Uh, so what were you saying? and w-what did you m-mean?.” My stuttering was starting to get a tiny bit better. I was still disappointed in myself though, I was usually confident in most things and when talking to people I did not stutter.
He sighed, taking his leg off the table he leaned forward. “I was saying,” He was suddenly caught off by an annoying shriek by no other then Anastasia. I was getting slightly pissed now, I had finally gotten more then a few words from him and she has to ruin it!
“Oh-Em-Gee! why did you leave me Dylie!!” She whined prancing up to him, I slightly smirked and cringed at the same time when she referred to him as ‘Dylie’ I saw faint annoyance coat Dylan’s features, it almost looked as if he was close to a scowl.
Standing up before she made it to our table he stared up at her with more of a glare. She got less then a foot away and clung to his arm. I forgot whether or not they were a couple though, knowing Dylan they were more bedmates then anything. I slowly cringed at that thought and quickly dismissed it from my mind. I think Dylan’s longest relationship lasted about 3 months and that was when he was what 17? I looked up again to see a Dylan slowly peeling of Anastasia, once he was done he made his way back to his natural table. He plopped into his chair, and made a quick glance my way before turning towards his group. For a second I thought I noticed a ‘guilt’ look in his eyes, but I quickly waved off such an accusation.
Sighing I leaned back in my chair putting my hands behind my head, my eyelids started drooping and that’s when I heard the familiar foot steps approaching my table. I quickly opened my eyes to see Sid.
“What took you so long?” I asked irritably rubbing at my eyes.
“Sorry, sorry but I thought I’d warn you that –.” Sid was suddenly cut of when her eyes started drifting to what was behind me. I spun around to see Anastasia’s little possy.
“Oh Joy” I mumbled. They quickly reached our table and soon enough miss queen bee her self joined them.
“So, De-mon-a,” Anastasia drew out my last name very mockingly.
“What!?” I bit out. Shooting daggers at all the girls behind her.
“I heard!” She started, her voice raising a little, enough so all the people in the first and second roll could hear. “That the little puppy got loose from her chain.” She giggled out; a sinister smile played on her lips.
“Now I don’t know where in the hell you heard that, but obviously it’s not true!” I growl standing up face to face with her.
“Oh?” Her eyes lit up at the simple word. “We’ll see soon enough, whore.” She threw out. Her wicked smile getting even wider if possible.
“You, you!” I choked, not on sobs. But more of anger.
“Me, what?” She moved closer our noses barley brushing against each other; she emphasized the T at the end of what. At that moment it was almost too tempting to spit in her face. But a hand snaking around her waist halting me from doing such. She was pulled back into a strong embrace from what I could see, looking up from where the hand was and into the familiar face of Dylan. Of course.
Anastasia gave off a little squeak; it was annoying enough for me to cover my ears. My eyes met with Dylan’s for a split second, no doubt all this amusing to him. Turning away from us, Dylan took Anastasia along with her ‘girls’ back to their table. I could hear a faint growl from Sid; I turned around completely forgetting she was there.
“The nerve!” She bit out. I sighed.
“You have no idea,” I retorted plopping back into my seat crossing my arms.
The rest of the day went all right. Not special of course, but it wasn’t terrible either. But that was after my little incident with Ana-Mk-butt-head. Everyone seemed to cool off about the earliest rumor about me after Dylan seemed to take hold of the situation that seemed kind of nice. There’s no doubt, I have to say something and at least thank him for today that was a priority right now.
Waving a goodbye to Sid, I ended my day with a sigh. Bringing me and krissy back home to meet up with my aunt and the others comforted me somehow. But being able to plop in my bed and feel the comfort indulge me was terribly relaxing.
Feeling my lids tug down in a sleeping manner, I let unconsciousness take me.
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Wow a little longer then usual right? Well maybe not by much but still lol. Hope you enjoyed it!. ooo not to mention there's soon going to be more Dylan/Amalia time lol. And the story is now going to kick up a little. So hopefully that will be interesting:).
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