A Love Beyond My Wildest Dreams

Chapter Two

As this boy continues to ask me questions, I continue to ignore him. I pretended he is a bee and all I can hear is a buzz.

I find out his name from his friends: Dylan.

Dylan keeps on following me. I keep on ignoring him. He wouldn't stop. And that's when I started to be mean to him. There were times in the day, that I would catch him staring at me all moneyed. The second I caught him looking, he would turn red and look away. But he would know I saw him. Me, being a really really egoistic
11-year old didn't react well.

I thought I was so pretty. I thought I was flawless. And I thought I could do better than some stranger I met the day before who wouldn't leave me alone. So I didn't even give Dylan a chance. I became an automatic snob to him, when all he was, was a curious boy who wanted to know more.

"Can you leave me alone?! Seriously get out of here and stop looking at me like that." I yelled at him after catching his gaze once again.

He looked at me, ashamed. His eyes were watering and his face flushed red. But I didn't care. I didn't even notice the hurt in his eyes or the way his shoulders drooped the second my ugly words finished flowing out of my big mouth.

I waked away proud of what I had done. Kat applauded me. We highfived each other on the way out from camp that day, thinking we had gotten rid of a pestilence.

But Dylan stayed there, with his dropped shoulders and the tears running down his cheeks at an unbelievable speed. His friends consoled him. But it wasn't enough. Dylan wouldn't leave things how they were. He wasn't about to me humiliated like this.