TWISTED // Dylan O' Brien

20 // School Sadness

DYLAN'S POINT OF VIEW

'Dylan, do you know where April is?' Mrs. Brown asks me, a bit worried. I look around the classroom, not seeing her which is pretty weird. Yeah, she hates math but she would never skip a class. 'Is she sick?' she adds. 'Not that I know', I answer, a bit worried too.

She comes closer to my desk and says - almost whispers. 'Your grades are okay, why won't you go to the school nurse and asks if April is with her?' I nod. 'Okay.'

I walk out of the classroom, closing the wooden door behind me. I stop walking after a while and look at the hallway. I don't know my way that well in school yet but I'm learning.

I concentrate and think about every little thing April told me. About school, though.

'When you're here, the hallway of the maths class, if you go right, you'll be going to the principals office and if you go left, you're on your way to the school nurse. If you'll ever get sick, you need to go to your left and go to your right afterwards, you'll see her office.'

Thank God I remember.

I do what April told me to do. I go to my left and then to my right. When I turn around the corner, I see two people making out.

I roll my eyes and walk to the school nurse. As soon as she sees me, she smiles kindly. 'Hello', she kindly says. The lady has lightblonde hair, is a little bit older, around 46 or so and she's wearing glasses. 'Hi, uhm, is April Jones here?' I ask her, still worried about her.

The lady grabs a book and looks at it, her eyes scanning every word. 'No, sorry', she says. 'Oh, okay. Thanks' I mumble as I turn around, walking out of her office.

While I walk out, I see the two people still making out. Talking about subtlety...

I look again, wanting to ask them where April might be. I walk closer to them but when I come closer, I notice that the girl has long wavy brown hair and.... 'April', I whisper to myself.

The guy has short dark brown hair and has a slightly darker skin as mine. It can only be Tyler. He does look like him, though.

I run away as quickly as I can, devastated as ever. When I turn around the corner, I sit down, my head in my hands.

'How could I be so stupid to believe she'll ever see something in a guy like me?' I mumble. 'How could I be so stupid to think she liked me', I whisper this time.

I think about her. The things we all did together. It all seemed like she cared about me so much, that she liked me.

'It wasn't, Dylan, it wasn't', I whisper.

The day I invited her to my house to celebrate Christmas. When she told me I was 'looking good.' The mistletoe, the kiss.

Driving her to the airport, saying her goodbye.

Her pretty brown wavy hair, her beautiful eyes who'll sparkle everytime you'll give her a compliment. Her lips who I've got the chance to kiss. Those full, soft lips Tyler is kissing now.

Tyler, the badguy. The guy we talked about the first day I met her.

Now I understand better what she told me that day. About her and Tyler. They met eachother in England. They made out. Maybe even more.

But, I don't even want to know.

I quickly stand up, wipe my tears away and walk back to the maths classroom.

As soon as I walk in, all eyes are glued on me. Mrs. Brown is hopefully looking at me. Waiting for my answer. 'No, she isn't there', I simply say and went to sit down at my desk again, ignoring everyone staring at me.

I don't even bother to tell her where she actually was. I just want to forget about her. It's going to be tough....

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aw poor baby dylan