Overlooked

Chapter 4: I Shouldn't Have Forgotten My Phone

Chapter 4: I Shouldn't Have Forgotten My Phone

Once our bus pulls up to the school, I go to rush off like I usually do, but am unable to due to Leighton.

"Sorry, I didn't realize that we were here yet," she apologizes, scrambling to put her things in her bag.

"It's alright," I reply, smiling reassuringly at her. I then look down and see that I didn't bring anything with me. I am not prepared.

As everyone starts to get off the bus, I see Dylan down the aisle and we make eye contact. I quickly look away once he smiles, and just in time as Leighton is getting up. By the time she's up though, unfortunately, Dylan is up front.

"Hey Dylan" Leighton says smiling.

"Hey Leighton," he says back, glancing back at me.

"Well we better head inside" Leightonsays, pulling me by my hand off the bus, Dylan following.

We all walk up to the front of the school, Leighton still holding my hand. Once inside, she turns and explains, "My locker is up front, so I'll see you guys in first."

I smile- only slightly awkwardly- at her and start to walk towards the back of the school for my locker. It is then that I realize Dylan beside me- which reminds me that we are locker buddies.

The long walk towards to the back of the school is silent, besides the occasional hello directed towards Dylan. Throughout it, though, I feel his stare on me. I'm probably just being paranoid...or maybe I'm just full of myself.

I start to walk faster, wanting to get away from him. Being the tall man-boy that he is, however, allows him to stay with me.

I sigh in relief once we finally reach the small hallway that houses our lockers and head straight for mine while Dylan goes to his. Why does mine have to be in the middle of the three? The empty one should be in the middle.

Anyway, as I go to open my locker, it is then that Dylan decides to speak up.

"T, I know I don't exactly have a right to talk, but my brother has been hounding me too-"

"You know that he's been bothering me?" I ask, surprised since he hasn't shown any signs.

"Yeah, and he's been doing the same to me to see if I could get you to answer him."

"And you want me to answer so that he'll stop bothering you?"

"Well-"

"Or is it so you don't have to deal with or hear about me any more?"

"T, you don't know everything that went down in the two years, so before you judge-"

"Before I judge who Dylan? Your brother for leaving when I needed him most? Or you for pretending like you didn't know me when I needed you most?"

"Look," he starts again, obviously getting agitated. "I have no right to give you advice, I know that. To be honest, if I was in your position I would react probably worse. But I know for a fact that you'll want to know this. And it should definitely come from my brother. If you don't answer your phone though- I will have to use some other methods." With that he then turns towards his locker and then opens it. And something else- he had he audacity to wink before he turned. Stunned, I mimic him and turn towards my locker as well. I quickly grab my folder- realizing that throughout all of this that I didn't get any papers signed, nor the required supplies, and reluctantly turn towards Dylan.

"I'm going to reason with myself towards you, okay?" I ask him, not necessarily waiting for a reply. "So both of the Crow brothers talk to me for the first time in two years, correct?" To this he nods, maybe even looking a bit guilty. "My mom also brings you guys up to me, knowing not to." To this he just shrugs. "So what is it? What's the big whoop that has caused me to...back track?" Dylan looks at me worriedly, but then snaps out of it- putting his charming smirk in place of it.