Are You The One For Me?

Are You The One For Me? (6) - Edited.

DYLAN'S POV:

There weren't that many things that annoyed me; I was a pretty relaxed guy and was cool with pretty much anything. But, being bombarded while I was just about to take the first bite of my pizza by Niya Roux was just too much.

Just a few minutes ago, when I had gotten up to get my lunch, I had noticed Niya and Callista having what looked like a heated argument. I couldn't hear anything, but it looked serious.

But, what the hell did any of that have to do with me? Plenty.

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Niya Roux and I have known each other since the younger days. We were neighbors and our parents were friends. I hated her type of girl and she hated that I wasn't into her like every guy that's ever laid eyes on her.

She was even worse than Callista. Those two were polar opposites and I had no idea how those two could even best friends.

While Callista was the smart, shy, quiet type, Niya was the dumb, bitchy, loud type. And when she came over to me she was being her usual self.

"What the hell is your problem?!" she screeched at me.

More than half my classmates looked over with raised eyebrows and curious eyes. Once they saw who it was though, they went back to what they were doing. Niya Roux having a spectacle was nothing to be surprised about. That girl was all about attention.

"Excuse me?" I dropped my pizza back onto my tray and turned towards her.

"You heard me." she crossed her arms over her chest and glared down at me.

"Um, yeah, I heard you, Niya, but that doesn't mean I have any idea as to what the hell you're even talking about." I glared back at her.

"Oh, don't you?" she retorted back.

"Look, you came over to me talking about some problem. I didn't. So, why don't you just tell me what you mean and then get on your way when the problem's solved?"

Niya stared me down for a few seconds and shifted her feet around. Her eyes flickered towards Eric, who was watching her with wonder and a tint of amusement. Niya looked back over to me and then nodded.

"Fine. Just tell me: what is your problem with a girl that you don't even know well enough to hate?!" she shouted it and said it so fast that I didn't even hear it right the first time. After thinking about it for a few seconds, I realized just what she was talking about.

I was starting to get really pissed off. I had no doubt that Callista had probably put Niya put to this again. The last time she had delivered notes to me and now she had sent Niya over to yell at me in front of my friends. Great.

"I can hate whoever I want." I told her icily.

"Whomever, you mean." Niya shot back. I rolled my eyes; she thought she was so smart. "And not without a reason, you can't."

"I have a reason."

"You don't have a proper reason!"

I slapped my hand on the table and shot up. Niya's eyes widened and she actually flinched back, making me smile with satisfaction.

"She's a stalker," I spat. "She's crazy. She needs to get over herself. Her little good girl act is getting really old. And feeling sorry for herself isn't helping her either. So, you can just go back to her and tell her to cut the crap and move on with her life, because nothing is going to happen to her with anyone here. Not me," I lowered my voice and whispered harshly. "Not Eric. No one."

Niya's face turned red and I knew she was done. But, she gritted her teeth and stood her ground.

"It's not her fault!" she shouted out. "I'm the one who told her to act like that. To do those things," Niya started advancing towards me and pushing me backwards until I hit the table. "You think you're so smart, Dylan, but guess what, you're not! You're just a dumb, self-centered, jerk. I supported Callista even when I knew you weren't a good guy for her, even though I knew you'd do this and let her down." Niya had begun to scare me then. Her hair was flying around her face every time she moved her head to scream at me and her hands were balled into tight fists. Plus, her face was getting redder by the second and her eyes were blazing with fire. "But, I'm not doing that again! You can forget it if you think I'm gonna let you or your stupid friends hurt Callista again! You...jerk!"

She turned on her heels and stormed away.

I shook my head and turned back towards Eric and the other guys.

"Dude, what was all that about?" Sam, my best friend, asked.

I forced a smile. "Oh, you know, Niya, always creating a scene and trying to get everyone's attention," I told him. "She was probably bored and thought of trying to start something with me for once."

Sam nodded and went back to the conversation he was having with Dave, another one of my buddies. But, Eric didn't look entirely convinced.

"Who were you guys talking about?" he asked.

I remembered how pissed off Eric had gotten when I had tried to warn him of Callista and I knew if I told him the truth now, he'd get just as mad. So I shook my head again and lied.

"It's no one you know."

It was part of the truth, because that Callista that used to have the biggest crush on me in the fifth grade was no longer the same Callista that she was now in the eight grade.

"Thank god for that." Eric muttered and chuckled.

"Yeah." I replied back absentmindedly.

Callista had returned from where ever she had gone and she was talking to Niya again. She looked upset while Niya was still raging.

I started thinking of what Niya had said and was suddenly looking at Callista with new eyes. I no longer saw a crazy freak, I saw a broken girl just trying to be someone. It was obvious Callista lived behind Niya's shadows and trailed after her like a little girl; she wasn't a real person herself. Niya controlled her, but not in a bad way, because Niya was all Callista had. So, she let her.

And what did Niya know about anything? She knew nothing about anything. All she knew was how to gain attention while making a mockery of herself in the process. So, it made sense that it wasn't really Callista who had pushed herself on me, but Niya who had forced her to.

I was wrong. Niya was telling the truth. And Callista...Callista was...The Right One.

A/N: Oh Dylany, Dylany, Dylany, NOW you realize that?! Yeah, I'm talking to my own characters. CAH-RAZY, aren't I? Whoo! Another ch. over and done with!

Tell me what you thought of it & thank you once again for reading. Next ch. will be up soon enough! =D