For A Brief Moment

Chapter 3: The Fib

Cassie rushed towards the drama room hoping that Dylan would still be there. As she rushed round the corner, she saw him waiting, impatiently. She slowly came to a stop; a little out of breath. "Your late."

"Technically you just said after school, there is a large time frame that falls into, so I'm actually on time." She stated with heavy breaths.

"He's going to kill me." Dylan worried.

"Wait. What? Who?" Cassie asked concerned.

"Oh wait, no not like that, well maybe like that, it depends."

"Dylan just tell me what you need help with, and why are we meeting at the drama room."

A small grin crept onto his small face, his eyes wide and teeth showing slightly.

"Well, there's this thing and I needed someone to help me and well, just come and have a look."

"Have a look, Dylan why am I here? I thought you were in trouble or something."

"Please Cas. You're the only one that said yes to helping me."

"With what?" she was clearly frustrated but her voice was still as soft and delicate as normal.

He opened the door opening one arm out to her, as a way of welcoming her into the room. It was dimly lit, with most light being seen further into the room. She looked at Dylan with a concerned look and began to walk slowly into the room. She reached the corner where the light got a little brighter, in a red tone. She could hear a few familiar voices, Greg's being the standout one. She could see shadows on the floor and could see part of a table the was decorated with cards and paper. She turned to Dylan immediately, who was already directly behind her. The close contact made her stumble back ever so slightly as she looked him in the eyes. 

"Dylan are you serious? I thought you were in trouble." She was annoyed with him slightly. She had spent her day worrying over the fact he might be in trouble with someone and needed genuine advice without judgment. "I'm going now." She went to walk past him, but he placed his hand on her shoulder, 

"Please Cassie, I need a player on my team, you don't even need to know how to play. Please I need you." Cassie looked into the young boys' eyes. She didn't feel sorry for him, nor pitied him, but she did feel as though she couldn't walk away now. She shared a defeated look on her face, letting her body stature drop. He smiled widely at her, showing her his teeth. Twirling her around, he placed his hands on her shoulders and guided her further into the room, to which she led reluctantly. As they rounded the corner Dylan lifted his voice "Look who I've got on my team, you jealous?" They all turned to face the two as Cassie froze, paralyzed with fear and anxiety.

 "Cas, do you even play d and d?" Greg questioned, confused at the sight of her. She tilted her head, confused by the name he just spoke to her.

 "Nope but she's a quick learner, she will be beating all your asses by the end of tonight," Dylan responded for her.

"Hey, no Dylan, you said I could just sit and watch, I did not sign up for this." 

At the head of the table was a large throne that sat a figure that could not be seen by Cassie. The dark blanked it well from where she was standing. To her, the seat was empty. She couldn't be any more wrong. 

"If you're here princess, you have to play." She would recognise that voice anywhere. He rose from the throne, the legs scratching against the floor as he walked over to the two. 

"That's all good and well Elijah if I knew how to play." She shyly announced.

"Then why did you agree to work with Dylan then," a voice questioned. She didn't know the boy, but he looked young like Dylan, most likely a freshman.