Disappeared [ Dylan Sprayberry Fanfic ]

Chapter 2

Bridget's POV
The low, once comfortable drone of the school air conditioning was almost deafening now. The words spun faster the more I tried to concentrate on them, my stomach was doing back flips.
'Have fun while you can. While you can.'
The buzzing was getting so loud I thought I was going to faint. With trembling hands I struggled to cram the phone back into my pocket.
"Bridget," Daniel called from somewhere far away, waving his hand in front of my face. My throat closed up.
I shook my head and pulled my gaze towards him.
"Who's 'T? And what does he mean by "have fun while you can?" Daniel demanded, leaning close enough that I could see the tiny specs of reddish gold in his eyes. A chill ran up my spine, and I instantly wrapped my arms around myself, closing my eyes tight. It was scary how the name came to me as naturally as breathing would. The memories played back in my mind, the sharp contact of his hand against my face, his pure intentions to cause pain to Dylan, his own brother--how he didn't even care. Tyler.
"Its Tyler." I heard myself stutter, sliding my hand through my hair, as if, like my fingers I could work out all the tangles.

Tyler being back, meant only one thing--he was coming for Dylan. Tyler meant change, it meant the smile that had been in my heart for the last couple of months would disappear. Most of all, I knew it'd change not only us as a whole but Dylan, especially him.
When i'd first met Tyler, he'd only been checking up on Dylan in place of his malignant father. Now he was here to make him hurt. Cause pain to the only guy i've ever really loved since my dad's passing.
"Tyler? Who the fu--"
"Daniel Sharman! Ah, I heard you were going to be in my class." Mr. Mosley slammed a ruler against my desk, dangerously close to Daniel's hand. Daniel looked up, unfazed, smiling. "Nice to meet you too, sir." Mr. Mosley looked desperate to hide his irritation as he turned to me, an evil eyebrow arched high on his forehead.
"Miss Holt, I assume it'll be an honor to have you in class this year?" He nodded meaningfully towards me,
"Don't let such distractions get in the way of your studies, huh?" With that Mr. Mosley spun around, tacky tweed jacket and all. I'd barely heard what he said, my heart was pounding too loud for me to hear straight.

I ran my fingers hysterically over my father's dog tag,
"It'll be okay." I chanted to myself, "Just forget it." Daniel was still staring at me, probably thinking I was a freak. I mean who wouldn't, when the girl in front of them was rubbing a necklace like prayer beads and chiding to herself? I dropped the tag, so it fell back onto my chest.
"Don't worry about it," I whispered, peeking over at Mr. Mosley who was eyeing us suspiciously.
"Its nothing."
I wasn't even convinced, I knew Daniel wasn't. He had the look in his eyes meaning i'd hear about it later. I'd opened my mouth to explain but he had turned around to face the front.
I let out an unintentionally loud sigh and leaned my chin against the heel of my hand--as my sigh ended, Daniel winced though nothing had struck him.

The first day back had turned into the first day in hell. I don't remember ever being so disoriented at school, it was like I was in a dream as I got pushed down the hall's, sat in classes I can't remember, and ate food that tasted like cardboard.  Soon I found myself traveling down that hazardous stair way towards the gym. I headed for the tracks equipped with my favorite pair of basketball shorts and a faded Rolling Stones T-shirt. The air tasted earthy and the breeze carried ocean spray salt, it felt sticky and humid like it does right before it rains. But there were no  clouds in the sky, just the blazing blue heat.  Coach was about the only teacher i'd ever had who made us actually exercise on the first day of school--something about child obesity made his skin crawl, especially when the new bunch of recruits(9th graders) came in.
"Ah! Holt! Nice to see you again, Sprayberry tells me you two are dating?" Coach might as well be talking through a megaphone.
"The rising athletes always find their way to each other!"  I just nod at the ground, I couldn't deal with Coach right now. I looked over in Dylan's direction, he was already looking at me--smiling bashfully, and waving.
I dragged my dead weight legs in his direction, unsure of how I should face him. I'd already known I wouldn't be able to tell him, I couldn't bring myself to open old wounds even though I needed too. After all, it was best I be the bringer of bad news.
"You told Coach I was your girlfriend?" I asked quizzically. Dylan tilted his head, allowing a strand of dark hair to fall over his eyes.
"No?" He smiled innocently enough.
"How's your day been going?" Dylan quickly changed the subject, flashing me one of his perfect smiles. It was amazing how a single smile could make you forget about everything. Even if it was only for a second.