He Found Her.

Chapter 26.

Vintages POV

Dylan and I walked out of the schools' double doors. He seemed sort of mad at me because I disrespected Ms. Greene back there.

"Vin, why would you disrespect the woman like that?" He gave me a crooked face, the face you make when your trying to make sense of someones actions.

"Look, you dont know what I've been through with that woman, she clearly was trying to get over on me." He nodded his head in sign of recognition of my statement.

"Well, Im getting over on you because you could have gotten in trouble. She's like an orderly compared to you." He stressed.

I rolled my eyes, but I knew he had my best interest in mind. We were on opposite sides of the jeep as we both got in. He turned to me as I buckled my seatbelt.

"Vintage, kiss me."

Wow, we hadnt kissed all day.

I leaned into him and pecked him. My peck didnt satisfy him, so he pulled my face to his again, and he made it more passionate.

"What do you want to eat little lady?"

"Mmm...Im kind of in the mood for Chick-Fil-A."

"You've never had Chick-Fil-A, so why do you want that? Haha, whatever. I've learned not to question you."

Yeah, Dylan knows not to question me. He never gets the answers he expects.

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We walked into the double doors of hell. We went to our last class of the day. This class was Algebra 2. I looked at math as, M:Mental A:Abuse T:To H:Humans. It was mental abuse. Lets be honest. X+7=14? When in our lives are we gonna ever need to use that? All we needed to know was the basics of how to count, and we needed to know our numbers.

"Dude, what the hell is this?!"

Dylan had a bad habit of blurting out things in class. Ive learned that ever since we started having class together. That might explain why he had very few friends. Poor Dyl.

"Mr. O'Brien, please, keep the comments to yourself." Mr. Boldmen said. He was already an enemy of Dylan's.

Then, the bell rung, and we escaped that prison, best known as school.