Jenna*POV
"Good morning." I smiled to Dylan as he walked into the kitchen.
"Are you making, food?" He asked and I frowned.
"Yeah, why?" I asked and he shook his head.
"Its burning." He told me and I gasped jumping up and opening the oven only to get a face of smoke.
"Your not still planning on eating that are you?" He asked as I slid the burnt crosant into the garbage disposal.
"Nope." I told him and he laughed throwing his bag by the kitchen door.
"Here scoot over." He said as he bottu bumped me over and grabbed some things out of the fridge.
"Dice these." He told me handing me two tomatoes, and some onion.
"Okay." I told him as I began to chop. We did our work in silence for a few moments before he came up next to me and took the diced food.
"Wanna listen to music?" I asked pointing at the radio in the kitchen window.
"Yeah, turn on channel 90.08." He told me and I turned it on to here Eminem rapping so fast you could barley understand it.
"You listen to this?" Dylan asked me as he showed off by flipping a omelet into the air.
"Sometimes." I told him as I watched.
"Dylan can I ask you a qeustion?" I asked and he looked towards me and nodded.
"Did we go to school together when we were younger?" I asked and he smiled fakely before nodding and turning back to the pan.
"Is that what you thought I had forgotten?" I asked and he stopped and turned the burner off. It was like my question upset he, because he threw our omelets on plates, then threw the pan in the sink before walking to the door and picking up his bag.
"Wait is that it?" I asked following him to the stair case.
"No, it isn't, Jenna." He told me giving me a look of saddness.
"I'm sorry, I'm trying to remember you but I-I cant..." I said looking down at me feet. He let out a sigh and then stomped up stairs and slammed the door.
What did I do to deserve help from Dylan? I'm his best friends girlfriend, we didn't even know each other until after I got together with Jaz.
Ring, ring!
"Hello?" I answered my phone only to hear heavy breathing.
"Where are you? I miss your kiss, Jenny. Tell me where your hiding and Ill never beat you again." Jaz told me over the phone and I let out a whimper.
"J-jaz, your lying!" I said to him and he let out a laugh.
"No, baby. I would never lie to you." He tried to explain but I hung up on him and regretted it.
'I'll find you. I know you didn't get far and at some point you'll have to come home for more clothes.' -Jaz
I let out a whimper before throwing my phone in a corner and sinking against the wall. A couple hours later, Dylan came down the stairs with a smile on his face.
What is with this guy? Is he Bipolar?
I thought as he looked at me.
"Why are you on the floor?" He asked and I quickly got up and dusted myself off.
"No reason." I told him calmly before he smiled again.
"Do you like to swim?" He asked and I smiled.
"Yeah, but I didn't bring a swim suit." I told him and he smiled.
"I'm going into town and if you give me your size I'll buy you one." He smiled and I agreed remembering my size as I wrote it on a piece of paper.
"Do you need anything else?" He asked and I looked in the hall mirror at my blond hair.
"Yeah, can you buy some black hair dye?" I asked and shock crossed his face.
"Yeah, sure." He told me after a few minutes and walked to the door.
"I have a key, don't open the door for anyone. Oh, and call Linda to let her know your safe." He told me and it was my turn for shock to spread.
Does he know she's not my biological mother? Does he know I'm adopted? I thought as he pulled out of the driveway and sped off.
This boy knows something.
