Slamming the front door and walking straight to my room, I go over every little thing that happened here with him. What I did. What he did. I didn't want to face him yet. But I knew if I didn't go tonight he'd come to me. Best to face the inevitable up front.
Grabbing my car keys, I sneak out my window to go meet the one and only guy I'll ever love.
Remembering my way around town was easy. It was like remembering the lyrics to an old favorite song. Easy. It's funny how he chose Snuffies as the meeting place. We always use to come here to talk about life-I guess it's just...comforting. Maybe he doesn't hate me.
I stayed in my car for a good five minutes thinking whether or not to leave. I'm not ready to see him. It's been months.
I see him in the window, though. My Dylan. Light brown hair in messy waves. He's wearing the black leather jacket I bought him for his birthday. I wonder if he remembers that. Sighing, I get out to meet my possible doom.
"Dylan." I whisper softly. He looks up from the menu in his hands. He stares at me for awhile before standing up. Dylan, always the gentleman.
"Bex." he replies, sitting back down. I look at my menu, knowing I'm not going to order anything. I stay gazing at the menu for as long as I can.
"Bex, what are you doing here?" he asks, finally breaking the silence.
"You told me to come here?" I answer sarcastically. He rolls his eyes at me and sighs.
"You know what I mean. Stop. For a minute and just honestly talk to me. I deserve that." he whispers angrily. That gets me angry.
"Excuse me? You weren't the only one that had that happen to. It happened to me, too. Don't blame just me when both of us were in it." I reply, face growing hot. Dylan glances around the diner nervously before answering.
"You're right. I just-" sighing, he rubs his eyes. "I just want things to be normal again."
"Why did you tell me to meet you here, Dylan?"
"I just-I needed to see if the rumors were true. That you were back."
"Mom and Dad divorced. She wanted to move back to be closer with family." I say, answering his earlier question. He nods as if understanding.
"I'm sorry. You know, about the divorce. That sucks." I shake my head in response.
"Dylan?" I say in question.
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry." He looks confused at first but then understands. That summer. The trouble it caused.
"I'm sorry, too, Bex."
YOU ARE READING
Mind Games
RomanceBex Henley has started her last year of high school in a different state. The good news is that she's been here before when she was in elementary and junior high. She just hopes a certain someone doesn't remember her...
