The New Student

Chapter 13

Dylan's POV

It's been a week since I've spoken with Naomi. And the distance that she was putting between  us was killing me. I just wanted to take it all back. Start from the beginning. I just wanted to protect her but I break what we had instead. 

I wanted her back. I yearned to had her back. Anger shot throughout me knowing that it was my fault in the first place. But yet, I couldn't help but blame the bitch that was located across from me. 

She was useless. Barely gave me any information and as the days and weeks pass, the closer we get to this war. It doesn't make it any better the fact that my dad has a stick up his ass and continues to breath down my neck for the information that is being withheld from him.

"I fucked up." Is all I said, forgetting about the other presence in the room. 

"You should talk to her." my friend AJ recommended. 

"I tried and I ended up fucking things up even more." I say with regret as I sit up on my bed. AJ was sitting beside me in a rolling chair. 

"Well, maybe instead of trying to talk to her with Lisa in the car wasn't the best idea." he tries to explain. 

"Yeah, no shit."

"She inflicts your attitude into more anger so when she's around you seem to naturally act mad. So talk with Naomi without her presence."

I sit and think about his words. He wasn't wrong.

"Aaaaaannnndd you need to not give Naomi the answers that she would want to hear." he continues.

This catches my attention. My head shoots up and I stare at AJ with a confused look. 

"What do you mean?" I question with eagerness. 

"Find her. Talk to her. But don't say anything. Just listen to her. And if she has any questions, answer them, stop hiding the truth from her." he explains.

"But I can't tell her the truth! This background that I have is nothing that someone like her would want. Full of death and destruction." I try to see through to his idea. 

"You won't know till it's too late. You don't have to tell her about the life you live, but at least open up about how you feel and put yourself in her shoes."

I sigh. He's right. He usually always is.

"What would I do without you?" I rhetorically ask with a sigh. 

AJ smirks before standing up and putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Absolutely nothing." He says.

I throw his hand off my shoulder with a laugh.

"But seriously," he begins. 

"when you talk to her, don't talk to her with this," he points to my head.

"talk to her with this." then points to where my heart would be. 

I nod in thanks to him. I knew he was my best friend for a reason. He begins to walk towards the door but I stop him last  minute. 

"Why hasn't a girl picked you up yet?" I ask with comedic curiosity. 

AJ laughs with a shrug. 

"Just haven't found the right one yet." he says before heading out the door. 

Even though he never will admit it, I can see straight through AJ; he's a hopeless romantic. I've known him since I was five and he still has barely changed when it comes to the way he thinks about love. Can't wait to see what lucky girl scoops him up.