Him

Chapter Eight

It all happened so fast. Jerry told Randy to leave. And suddenly I was in between them trying to protect Jerry. I didn't know him that well but I knew that I couldn't let him be hurt by this asshole.

I saw Randy trying to make Jerry fight him and my instincts took over. Suddenly Randy was on the ground and I was pulling Jerry through the crowd. I dropped his hand immediately when I saw Becca's confused face. By the time we got through the door Jerry and I were already explaining everything to her.

I watched as her expression changed from confused to shocked to angry. She ran out the door and was punching Randy in the face again. I was proud of her though we would both get in trouble, but who cares?

I turned to walk to class, so I wouldn't be late. If Randy is smart he would keep his mouth shut. I wasn't afraid of getting in trouble. I was afraid of my dad being called in to the school. I don't know what I would do if I was forced to leave with him. 

Class flew by and I noticed that Randy came in late with an ice pack on his face. He stared directly at me the whole time. I normally wouldn't like the attention, but I wanted him to learn his lesson so I glared right back. After class I met up with Becca and she was upset about something, but she refused to tell me. I wondered if she was afraid to get in trouble.

I left her at the door to the next class and went towards mine. Some guy walked right into my path and nearly knocked me over. I swear I can't deal with assholes anymore! Fully prepared to yell at him and walk away I looked up to see who this glorious human being was. 

"Dylan? What the hell?" I said quietly. I was beyond confused. He didn't go to this school and I definitely didn't tell him I went here. I began to wonder if he followed me this morning and suddenly had my doubts about if he was a good choice to be around.

"Hey. um so I need help with this locker. It won't open." He mumbled, like he was slightly annoyed but mostly embarrassed. I looked at him with disbelief, questioning his true motives, but I punched the locker with my fist and it popped open.

"There." I said without breaking eye contact with him. He looked at the now open locker and back to me with curious eyes.

"How did you-" He said, but I interrupted him.

"I need to get to class." I said, now on guard. 

"Me too, thanks. Hey, can we talk after school?" He said as he grabbed his bag and shoved binders in his locker. I turned to walk away and he followed me, leaving the locker open behind him.

"I don't know." I said and walked faster. He picked up on my mood instantly.

"Are you okay?" He asked, with what seemed like interest. I rolled my eyes and put on the facade.

"Yep. Perfect" I grumbled and kept walking. I was in the gym now and the teacher was calling out attendance. Dylan had followed me inside and kept talking even though the teacher gave him two warning glances.

"I saw the fight. Were you protecting your friend or brother or something?" He asked me slowly.

"Friend. What are you doing here?" I asked in an exasperated tone.

"My high school transferred me here, since I missed too much school." He said with flushed cheeks. I didn't say anything now with the teacher closer to my name on the list. I eyed him out of the corner of my eye repeatedly and he never looked away from me.

"Kylie." the teacher called out.

"Here." I muttered back. 

"Now class it seems we have a new student. Dylan, correct?" Mr. clark asked. Dylan nodded once.

"Come on up and introduce yourself." The teacher said, trying to be nice. Dylan tensed up and rolled his eyes, but followed instructions.

"Hey. I'm Dylan." He said now in front of the whole class. Hardly anyone looked away from him as Mr. Clark spoke about the day's activity. I noticed that lots of the girls were giggling at him and lots of the guys were huddled together making some plan to prank the 'fresh meat' no doubt. 

We had to get into teams of four. I hated gym class when we had to play sports. I ended up on a team with Randy, Jerry, Dylan and me. Hello hell!