Part 5- Anger

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Dylan's POV:

Not seeing Milo for a week has been more boring than expected in normal situations I would miss winding him up but after the party, I'm more worried, not that I would ever admit that. Like I said I hate him but I don't want him to do anything stupid. I have been going about my life as normal wake up, school, football training then sleep. Friday was my best day timetable wise, I only had two lessons and then football practice after school which is a nice way to finish of my week. 

Practice finished about 20 minutes ago but I just wanted to clear my head so I did what I knew best thrashing the ball into the net over and over again. My stomach let out a grumble telling me it time to pack up and head home. But as I was making my way to my car I noticed someone leaning on it staring right at me. As I got closer the blonde wavy mop came into view and I immediately knew who it was. Finally.

'I was hoping you would pay me a visit. Listen-' I smiled before I was punched right across the face. Even though this wasn't completely unexpected it still caught my off guard. He has a strong right hook then you'd think.

'I'm going to kill you.' He declared tilting his head slightly to look up at me. I am 6'2 so he had to be 6 but in this moment I know he felt taller the anger on his face with unmatched to any other I had seen before. 

Milo's POV:

Dylan touches his cheek and pull his hand away to look at the blood on his hand. 

'God you have not manners. Can't we just talk about this' Dylan gasps in a sarcastic tone. 

'I have no manners. You slept with my girlfriend. Clearly your daddy gave you everything but love and manners and that's why you feel the need to sleep with other peoples girlfriends.' Milo Seethed.

This broke Dylan's cool exterior and cause anger to rush to his face to and grab me by the collar.

'I was going to apologise and explain myself but I guess your too fucking dull to understand anyone else other than yourself. 'He yells.

I pull my head even closer to his with are noses basically touching.

'ahahahah an excuse. Oh yeh sorry I slept with your girlfriend you see I was just really horny' Milo mocks a forced smile plastered on his face. 

'Listen don't come crying to me just because your couldn't make your girlfriend cum. I helped you out. I could teach you how I did it if you want.' Dylan laughed. 

That was it the final tipping point I was at my max I punched him once again this time in the stomach but unlike last him he punched me back catching my lip which I know is bleeding. I couldn't even feel anything I was so mad.

'BOY STOP THAT NOW' Roared someone from behind us but neither of us batted an eye we maintained in are mangled position still attacking one another. I feel someone grab my shoulders and pull me back away from Dylan.

'Don't even think about it Dylan calm down' A male voice soothed. Who I now recognise to be Dylan's coach. Surprisingly Dylan doesn't lunge for me he stays stood where he is still staring at me with a look of pure hatred which I am sure I'm replicating. The coach is still got hold of my shoulders not letting go but I know the fight is over so I don't try and pull away. 

'Now both remain calm. I'm going to stop holding you like a child but for that I need you to both stop acting like one' Coach said in a displeased manner. 

I nod my head because I don't trust myself to speak and I notice Dylan doing the same probably facing the same issue as me.

The coach lets go of me and looks both of us up and down before signing. 

'Right we are dealing with this tomorrow. Please can both of you go home it's late and I don't want to be doing this now' Without another word the coach turns back around to where he came from towards a nice blue car.

Me and Dylan both just stare at each other looking into each other eyes like we are daring the other person to move first. Dylan is the first to break eye contact as he scans the rest of my face probably admiring all of his handy work before locking eyes with me again and his face softening.

'Finch' He says in a apologising tone that I wasn't expecting but it is no were near enough. I just shake my head at him and sigh turning around and making my way out of the school grounds and back towards home. 

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