Just Beautiful

Chapter 11

Walking into school felt weird today, there were a few people in the halls that actually stopped and said 'hey' to me. I probably looked like shit today so I wonder why. My eyes had large bags under them from obviously crying last night, I actually don't even know why I made such a big deal about it. I mean Joanna Reeves, she's a senior, she's practically slept with every boy in the school, even Mr Watters; she hasn't found her 'true love' yet. But I kinda learnt that it's not quite that easy to find the one.

I clenched my sweaty fists as I walked through the corridors and headed for my locker, towards the west wing. Keeping my head down and letting my frizzy hair hide my blotchy red face, I walk straight to the locker at the end only to find a certain someone waiting for me.
He takes a step towards me and leans in to kiss me. His hair sparkles in the morning sunlight pouring in through the wide window next to my locker. I quickly turn my head to the side just to avoid anymore of his kisses. He's just a horrible kisser. Horrible.

It's actually such a shame, I mean, he's got the looks of a supermodel, how could he be such a bad kisser? My logic is that if they're hot, they're good at kissing. He just defied my rule!

"Hey baby" he says lowly and leans back onto the locker next to mine coolly as though I didn't just reject him. I can vaguely see a group of junior girls giving me a glare, probably wondering why I didn't kiss this sex-god back.
"Ugh, dylan, hi", I manage to stammer out and quickly turn to my locker and enter in my combination.
"Why you leave last night?", Dylan shuffles closer to me.
Should I tell Dylan that he's a bad kisser?
I hear a low chuckle from beside me. "Really, that's why you left?"
Shit, I said that out loud.
"Ugh what? Pffft no" I word vomit out.
"I guess I'd better work in that then", Dylan slings an arm around my shoulder and guides me away from my locker and towards my home room.
I don't even think I got to shut my locker.
On our way down the halls, Dylan stopped and greeted a few of his friends, being the socialite he is. Unfortunately he had to drag me along with him.
"Who's this?" One if his obnoxious friends nudges him in the boulder and tilted his head towards me. I shuffled uncomfortably under his strong hold.
"This is Milly", Dylan slouched coolly and smirked at me.
"My names Tilly" I muttered under my breath.
This week is not going so well. I can literally feel that something bad is coming around the corner.

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