A Different Kind of Love

Chapter 19

Blake's P.O.V.

"No but seriously man, what am I supposed to do about Lily?" Dylan said as he watched me grab my books out of my locker and put them in my bag. I rolled my eyes while closing my locker shut. Turning to look at him, I raised an eyebrow.

"The truth?" I asked. Dylan nodded and gestured for me to continue.

I shook my head, running a hand through it. I could tell Dylan was truly confused and didn't know what he wanted.

"So go out with her." Frustrated, Dylan ran a hand through his hair at my response. The fact that he was getting all worked up about what to do just showed me that he cared about Lily. Why he go through all the work for someone he didn't care about?

We both started walking toward our destination. Dylan was walking to the parking lot while I was going to practice.

"But still, what if I screw things up with her? You know I'm not exactly the dating type of guy..."

Oh I knew fully well that Dylan didn't date girls. He was more of the 'drop 'em and leave them' type.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Why don't you just take the risk? Okay, so what if it doesn't work out?" Dylan looked at me out of the corner of his eyes, but I didn't waste anytime waiting for him to say something, "but what if it does?"

He mumbled something incoherent under his breath as we reached the gym locker rooms.

"Good luck." I told him, turning to go into the locker rooms.

"Hey wait," Dylan stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.

I ran a hand through my hair, expecting him to ask more about the Lily situation.

"You're going to the surf competition tomorrow right?"

The surf competition was something that Dylan, Tyler and I went to every year. It was kind of like a ritual. It got our minds off of whatever crap was going on at the time. It was always held on a Friday, the last day before Christmas break.

"Why wouldn't I?" I wouldn't miss the chance to see the best surfers battle it out on the waves.

Dylan shrugged again. "Things have changed this year." He seemed to heave a sigh as he turned on his heal, leaving me alone in the deserted hallways.

I couldn't tell if what he meant was a good thing or a bad thing.

All I knew was that I was glad that things were different this year.

***

Practice was exhausting, but Coach made sure that we were in the best of shape before we left for two weeks.

I walked home quietly like I did everyday. Except, it seemed like today was more boring.

I hadn't seen Evelyn much all day. She arrived late this morning and wouldn't talk to me in Spanish, or Creative Writing. And at lunch, one of her friends told me she was in the library working on a final exam project.

I didn't want to bother her though, in case I made things worse.

I didn't enjoy making her mad, or upsetting her. I only wanted to make her happy.

But what if maybe she was getting tired of me and wanted to break up?

That little voice in the back of my head always jumped to conclusions.

I shuddered at the thought of it. No. She couldn't do that- wouldn't do that.

Breaking up right now would be insane considering I had just started to feel again.