Driven. || Dylan Sprayberry ||

05. Seventh Inning Stretch

Nolan's POV
The text I had gotten from last night continued to bother me seeing as I had no idea who sent it to me. I narrowed my eyes as I walked through the halls, seeing a group of people standing around Mason's, two people in the middle. Knowing Mason, I know he wouldn't ever fight someone, not that no one has tried to fight him, because they have. Just a fight never broke out.
As I pushed through the group I either got looks of disgust, anger, and even jealously? As soon as I got to the middle I knew why; Dylan Sprayberry and Mason Dye were technically fighting over me. There was no physical punches as of yet, but looking at Sprayberry it wouldn't be long.
"I swear dude, I'm not dating Nolan. Never have and never will." I furrowed my eyebrows, still going unnoticed.
"Then what was up with last night?" Everyone ohh'ed and Sprayberry only smirked, knowing that he had just started a wildfire of rumors.
"I was making up with her, you know the thing civil humans do." Mason shot Dylan a knowing look. Something he would regret eventually. Not right now,no, because he had just won. Sprayberry had no way to defend himself, because if he did, Mason would just come back harder.
"Whatever man, Screw you anyways." Sprayberry walked away, fuming. This also set the whole hallway into confusion because Sprayberry never walked away from a fight. As he was walking away though, I had already made my escape knowing Mason didn't want to find me there, only to have Sprayberry walk straight into me.
"God bitch, watch wh-" his words stopped once he realized it was me.
"O-oh Nolan.. I uh I'm sorry." I let out a low chuckle, and stared him down.
"No, you're not. Oh no because Sprayberry is never sorry. Ever. Your words." I narrowed my eyes, as he sighed in defeat and pulled me into an empty classroom.
"You can pretend you don't know who I am, okay, I deserve that. I deserve this." He motioned between us. "But I also deserve the damn truth, I get I was a complete ass, I was a dick, and I get it. But honestly, deleting my number, lying straight to my face, bringing everything back up. Want to know why I do what I do?! Want to know why I'm the exact type of person you despise? Because I'm you. You're me. This is how you are, and you know it. Minus the few boy things, that I just added knowing you hated that too, I am you. And I'm Kelley. I'm every person you ever hated. Why? Because of you. You literally haven't noticed? I started playing baseball because of you. Everything I've ever done is because of you. But you wouldn't notice because it's Mason this and Mason that. We both know Mason is getting what is coming to him later. Obviously, no one ever taught him how to deal with moi. Really funny actually. But then again, you never taught me how to deal with Posey. By the way.." He seethed out. "How is Posey? Haven't seen him around." He raised his eyebrows, and smiled knowing he had just pushed every button I had. I let out a dry laugh.
"Posey? Your main concern is Posey? What Posey did to you? That was your damn fault. You did that to yourself. Posey had nothing to do with me. You can pretend it did but it didn't. Posey does what he sees fit. Obviously you did something. Don't blame me. Don't blame Posey. Your main concern should be what you just did in the hallway. You just started something with Mason. That's your main problem." He rolled his eyes, then shaping his eyes into a glare.
"Mason Dye is not my main problem, no not at all. Now you, you are my problem." His hand slipped down to play with my hair.
"You see, there's this story about this girl and boy, who quite like us, went through a terrible terrible fight, but unlike us, they made up. Something inside of the girl, forgave the boy for what he did." I slapped Dylan's hand away, as he finished.
"Well maybe the boy did something forgivable, you did not. What you did Dylan, is not forgivable." He glanced down, looking almost harmed, before gaining his composure.
"It is forgivable, but apparently not to you. I couldn't find one person who wouldn't have forgave me, but you." He rolled his eyes before picking up his bookbag which had fallen in the process of him trying to make a point. He walked towards the door before turning, "but don't forget you could've solved this for Mason. Now he's the problem." With that he walked out the door, leaving me confused and even more pissed off.