Hidden Feel

Hidden Feel, part 28

Part 28

YOUR POV.

Today was my turn to cook. I stood in the kitchen all alone, cooking dinner. I wasn't happy anymore, at least not here. One of my biggest dreams, to study in Spain, fell apart. How could you have fun if everybody was against you and hated you? You couldn't. You couldn't have fun if everybody disliked you. A little bit more than a week ago, everything was still fine. Nobody hated me, maybe except Bethanty, and I had fun here. Jennifer and Leona were two of my best friends and now they hated me and they thought I spread nasty rumours about them, but I didn't, but nobody believed me, except Dylan. But still everybody liked Dylan, but not me. I was sure I could trust him for the fully 100%, he was my best friend at the moment here.

I turned off the stove and took the pan with spaghetti to the other room where the dinnertable was. Everybody already sat on their chairs, waiting for the food. I set the pan on the middle of the table so everybody could reach it easily. I walked to the other side of the table and sat on my chair next to Dylan, on the other side of me was the wall. Ofcourse nobody wanted to sit next to me, except Dylan. 

My housemates talked to eachother and had fun, but ignored me. I still tried to be nice.

Y (you): "Well, enjoy your dinner, hope you like it."

Jennifer gave me a bitchy glance when she gutter the Italian spaghetti on her dinner plate

2 HOURS LATER.

STILL YOUR POV.

With a sigh I closed my laptop. Why was I still here? I was done, done to be in the same house with my haters. I wanted to go home, to mom, dad, Grace, Erin, Rebecca... My old life... I wanted to quit this schoolyear and return to my old school with stupid Mrs. Boydell and boring Mr. Turner. I had to talk to someone about this, but I didn't want Grace or my parents to worry, at least not yet.. The only person I could talk to was Dylan. 

With shaky legs I stood up from my bed and opened my bedroomdoor. The hall was dark, but everybody was still awake, it was only 8:15PM. Tiptoed I walked up the stairs, to Dylan his room. I took a deep breath before I knocked on his door, covered with a big poster from a half naked woman, I don't know why he had her on his door, because she wasn't pretty at all. Dylan his low voice said I could come in, so I did what he said and opened the door. His back was facing me, probably he was doing his homework. When I closed the door behind me, he looked up and smiled.

D (Dylan): "Hi (YN)."

I gave him a fake smile and walked through his room. Honestly, I've never been there before, even though we're pretty good friends right now. On his desk, where his books were, stood a photoframe. It was a picture of himself and a friend. I pointed to the picture beneath the glass in the blue frame.

Y: "Who is this?"

Dylan stood up and came standing next to me. He took the frame out of my hand and and wiped a little bit dust away.

D: "It's my best friend from the UK."

I laid my cheek against his muscular arm and looked to the picture.

Y: "Do you miss him, because he's in the UK and you're here?"

I saw Dylan his eyebrows frown and he shook his head lightly.

D: "He's not in the UK."

My eyebrows raised.

Y: "He's not in the UK?"

Dylan turned his head to me and looked into my eyes. He mouthed a 'no', but I didn't understand. Dylan noticed and pointed to the ceiling.

D: "He's in heaven right now. He lives in peace."

Again it felt like there was a stone stuck in my throat, I felt so guilty.

Y: "I'm sorry."

Dylan set the picture back on his desk and grabbed my arm, pulling me on his bed. 

D: "Don't be sorry, it's not your fault. But now, why did you came?"

Dylan came sitting next to me as I let the soft, black sheets slip through my fingers. I didn't dare to look to him.

Y: "I think I'm gonna leave..."

Dylan laid his massive big hand on mine and shook his head.

D: "No, no, you're not gonna leave, you can't!"

I looked up to him while he also grabbed my other hand. He rubbed his soft, warm thumb over the back of my hand, trying to comfort me. I could see the worry and pain in his eyes. Did he really care about me that much?

Y: "Dylan, I'm not happy here anymore. Everybody hates me. I wanna go back to the UK and live my old live again..."

Dylan bit his bottom lip and his eyes squeezed, trying to hold back a tear. 

D: "Please don't go..."

I was confused, I knew we were just friends, nothing more, but why was he so worried and protective about me? 

Y: "Why don't you want me to go? If I'm not happy here anymore, it's... I just don't wanna be here anymore, even though it was my dream to go to Madrid in Spain..."

Dylan his lips parted from eachother and he took a deep breath.

D: "Because I love you (YN), I love you."