Fighting For Love

Chapter 6

                                                                  "School"

Hannah’s POV:

            I was walking to the cafeteria with Wes and Ally. I was tired and I really wanted to go home but I still had one more class to go through. I was being quiet because I was tired. I heard Wes talking to Ally but I just ignored them. As we made it to the cafeteria I heard someone call my name. A few seconds later someone threw their arm around my shoulders. I looked up to see Dylan’s face smiling down at me.

            “Hey,” he said happily.

            “Hi,” I said with a raised eyebrow.

            “How was your day,” he asked as we started walking again.

            “Tiring,” I said with a sigh.

            “Mine to,” he said nodding. But his smile didn’t change.

            “You seem to be in a good mood,” I said as we got in line. I saw Ally and Wes look back at us but they didn’t say anything.

            “I am,” he said.

            “Why,” I asked.

            “I have no clue. Maybe it’s just good to be back out with people,” he said with a shrug.

            “Maybe so,” I said as I looked around. Some people were looking at us strangely. Most of the girls were glaring at me.

            “I think I’m gonna fight this weekend,” he said suddenly.

            “Are you sure you’re ready for that,” I asked.

            “I have to try eventually,” he said.

            “I guess that’s true,” I said as I looked forward.

            “Will you come with me,” he asked.

            “To the fights,” I asked looking up at him.

            “Yeah,” he said with a nod.

            “If you want me to then yeah,” I said with a small smile.

            “Thanks,” he said with a grin that made my heart melt.

            “No problem,” I said as I turned away again. I could feel my face heating up.

            “I like when you blush,” he said quietly.

            “What,” I asked as I looked up at him. My eyes were probably huge.

            “You look pretty when you blush,” he said as he stepped forward and grabbed two trays.

            “Thanks I guess,” I said as I looked down.

            “You’re welcome. What do want,” he asked looking at the food.

            “Pizza,” I said.