The New Student

Chapter 15

Dylan's POV

The rest of the car ride was silent. Her eyes were staring outside the window, looking at the scenery even though it wasn't anything but one story houses and some abandoned buildings.

Every time I opened my mouth to say something, my mouth would dry out and I would have no words to say. This is the effect she had on me. If it was another girl, I wouldn't care and the situation would be different. But I can't help it with Naomi. She knows how to shut me down in seconds. I would kill someone who even talked over me.

But I find myself letting her interrupt me and not doing anything about it but listen to her sweet angelic voice. And I love when her beautiful accent comes out. Sounds like Heaven.

The car stopped, pulling me out of my thoughts. She got out the car while I reached for the door handle. Forgetting that I've been shot in the arm, I reached out with the shot arm and felt nothing but pain shoot up to my shoulder. I shouted in pain as my arm fell limb.

Naomi opened my door and looked down at me with an unknown expression, but with very little pity. She leaned down near my face till we were more than inches apart. When I thought she was leaning in for something unexpected, her face went passed mine as she reached for something beside me.

My seat belt then unbuckled while she raised from her position. I looked away from her, trying not to blush. She got me almost blushing. I hate this. Her hand stretched out towards me as to signify for me to take it. I did so with the non-shot arm.

A groan escaped my lips as I still felt pain from movement from my arm, including the pressure that I was keeping on it from bleeding out. We reached my front door and it opened automatically.

It turned out to be AJ. He most likely got the alert on his phone notifying where I was. Shock spread across his face seeing Naomi but even more when he saw dried blood and me with a grip on my arm.

"What happened?!" he says as he rushed us in the house, looking behind us to make sure we weren't followed.

"Salo attacked. He came for Naomi." I say as I lay down on the coach, feeling my tense muscles relax.

"Who's Salo?" Naomi asks nonchalantly as she looks around my home. She reaches a picture of my family. It was me, my father, and mother. We were all smiling. A slight smile flashed across her face before it became a plain expression.

"He'll explain soon. But first, let me get him fixed up." AJ reassured her before he came up to me and took us to a hallway that led to the surgical room.

Naomi's POV

I sigh as I look around more. His house was really big. The living room was a huge open area with expensive looking furniture. The house was a gray and beige color. It was a nice home. I wonder how someone like Dylan could own something so big.

He already gives the cocky "I'm super loaded" vibe. I wonder what his parents do. As I walked around, I saw a large golden staircase that led to the second floor. There was a urge in me to go up the stairs but that wasn't my business.

Suddenly, I hear a shout in pain coming from the hallway Dylan and his friend went down.

"Son of a bitch!" I heard Dylan scream.

I walked down the hallway till I found the room filled with groans of pain.

AJ was dressed in doctor clothing with a mask over his face while Dylan was laying on a table. His face was red while his arm was stretched out. There was another guy in the room that I'd never seen before. He was an older Asian guy with glasses and I could tell he had a beard under the mask he was wearing. He was holder tweezers in his hand which were holding a cotton ball, absorbing the blood that escaped Dylan's arm as his friend reached for what I was guessing to be the bullet.

I walked up the area, still unnoticed. I walked on the other side of Dylan where his friend was not and rested my hand on his, which was balled into a tight fist. Dylan face snapped towards me, feeling the warmth from my hand.

His hand fell loose as he let my hand fall into his. I bring a chair that was in the corner of the room and slid it over towards me. I sat down and held Dylan's hand in mine.

I small smile formed on his face, even though pain was still taking over his features. I gave him a nod to know that he can squeeze my hand and he didn't hesitate. Pressure surrounded my hand as he began to squeeze hard. Even though it started to become painful, I kept a straight face as I watched Dylan's friend begin to shuffle around.

"I think I got it." he says as he pushes a little deeper before slowly beginning to pull something out. Dylan began to groan as the tweezers came out. Sweat was pooling from his head so I balled up my sweater in my other hand and dabbed it across his head.

"Almost there." I reassured him.

Dylan continued to push through as his friend finally got the bullet all the way out. Dylan let out a breath of relief. So did I. His friend put the bullet on a tray that was beside him before wiping sweat from his forehead.

"I'm gonna sedate you now and Raymond will stitch you up." Dylan told him while he took off his gloves.

Dylan nods before looking over to me.

"Thank you." he says quietly. I nod and look down. Our hands were still in each others hold. I quickly released them and stood up.

"I'll be outside when you are done. Then you'll have some explaining to do." I say before walking out and sitting on one of the couches in the living room.

I sighed as I closed my eyes and took time to process what just happened. This is a toll taker for sure.

When I opened my eyes, I guess I fell asleep because I was laying down on the couch. A blanket was draped over me and my shoes were sitting neatly on the floor. I yawned and sat up. I was still tired but Dylan's friend was sitting in a chair across from me and grabbed my attention.

He was staring at his phone until he saw that I was up. He turned off his phone as a small calm smile rested on his face.

"How did you sleep?" he asked.

"Fine, thanks. Is he okay?" I asked, referring to Dylan.

"He'll be fine. He was stitched up and is resting now. I think you should do the same." he says before standing up.

"What's going on?" I questioned before he could get too far. I needed answers that seemed to be the one thing I wasn't getting.

Dylan's friend sighed before turning to look at me.

"It's not for me to tell. When Dylan wakes up, he'll explain everything. And also my name is AJ by the way." he replied before walking upstairs.

I laid back down and thought about what AJ said. Why does he have to tell me? There's obviously something I don't know. Whatever it is, it must be a life or death situation for what happened several hours ago. And after that situation, I feel the need to protect Dylan. Even though I know he's fully capable of protecting himself, watching him get shot put a weight on my heart that I didn't even know was possible. This situation is scary. And what Dylan's going to tell me when he wakes might change everything.