The New Student

Chapter 33

Dylan's POV

When Naomi said that she needed me, it felt like time itself stopped. I never thought I'd hear those words, especially not from someone who grew to love me in a way that I didn't know was possible. 

I knew I didn't deserve her. I knew I was a demon and she was an angel. We're polar opposites but at the same time, we couldn't be more alike. The amount of inside jokes that we make with each other is astronomical, and the movie references never stop. It's like these Red Strings of Fate tied us to each other perfectly together. 

I truly thought I was just going to be alone for the rest of my life; without someone to love, my string just having a cut end, but then Naomi shows up and flips my worlds more ways than one. She was like a bomb that exploded my walls that took years to build, but I could never be happier that she did. 

I could never let her go now that she was fully in my arms. Never release her from my grip that I had her locked in. If she ever wanted to leave me, I wouldn't let her go without a fight, but I wouldn't force her to stay. I would keep eyes on her at all times to make sure she stays safe, not taking my sight off her for a second.

Just like now. 

My arms were wrapped around her tight. We had been hugging for what felt like forever, but even now forever still wasn't long enough. My arms were wrapped tight around her waist while hers were around my neck, not loosening their grip. And I didn't want them to. 

I knew she had her doubt about the future, about this war, if we would make it out or not. And truly, I didn't know. I might've been taught to fight by the best fighters in China, and may have the biggest mafia in all of Asia, but its been difficult trying to keep tabs on Salo. 

He's like a John Doe- no one knows anything about him. We don't know if he's married, has kids, how many allies he has, along with enemies. We're empty handed when it comes to figuring things out with him, which makes this war process a lot more difficult. Who knows if what Lisa told us is true or not. 

And on top of that, my father and I aren't having the best communication, which isn't what we need right now. We need to be close and allied more than ever right now, but it seems to be just the opposite. 

I didn't realize Naomi was trying to loosen her grip from me until I hear her voice. "You okay?" she asks, still holding onto me but with a looser hold. 

"Y-yeah, I am. Just thinking about a lot of things." I say, finally releasing her. When we part, I keep my hands around her waist, just to keep her in close contact. 

"Like what?" she questions. I stare deeply in her eyes, getting lost in them. Almost forgetting that she asked me a question.

"Just with this war, and us, and my father." I let out. As I express my concerns, Naomi's face doesn't falter not once. 

"What's wrong with your father?" She questions. I sigh. More than you would know. 

"We've never had the best relationship. And now with this war about to start, it's when we need to be most communicative but he hasn't called or texted in about a month." I explain. 

Such a great father he is. 

I guess I said that out loud because right when I did, Naomi's faces showed a sad, pitiful expression. She hates pity so I was shocked that she showed me pity right now. 

"Don't look at me like that, please." I said raking my hands across my hair, not caring if it gets messed up. 

When I did that, Naomi's face automatically went blank and she turned her face to the side. I raised my eyebrow in suspicion.