Overlooked

Chapter 6: Showing Them

Chapter 6: Showing Them

After Leighton gets in line, I frantically look around for an escape route.

"Why so worried? We're not that bad."

I look up, expecting Craig's mouth to be moving, but it is Dylan's instead.

"Have you spent time with yourselves?" I rhetorically ask.

"Even better. We get to live it." Oh, Craig.

"You know, you've been spending a lot of time with us lately," yeah, two days "which is ironic for claiming to hate us so much."

"Well, Dylan, that wasn't exactly the plan, but you know better than anybody that things don't always work out as planned." That shut him up real quick.

"If you left, you know that she would just drag you back, right?" Craig asks as I start looking around again.

"Just taking precautionary measures." So that if, per say, you or London decides that I lived a long enough life that I could escape with at least my saneness.  Who am I kidding? I wouldn't escape with anything.

"So T, ready to use my phone?"

"Why would she need to use your phone?"

"You know that thing about my brother?"

"Oh, how he's-"

"Sh."

"Oh, will someone just tell me?" I'm not even sure I really want to know, but I just really  need to stop having this same conversation.

"Can't." UGH! (the 1975 though)

"How do you know his brother anyway?"

"None of your business." He better stop.

Craig then smirks, almost as if in recognition. Uh, oh.

"So if you know his brother who hasn't been around for a couple of years, then you must know Dylan more than it seems."

"Oh wow, you deserve an award," I say sarcastically, while the voice inside my head just goes shit, shit, shit, shit. How did he put that together in a matter of seconds? It's Craig we're talking about.

"So what are the deats? What's the 411 on your relationship?"

"What relationship? Me and Dylan haven't talked in years. The only reason that he's talking to me now is because of his brother." Please, for the love of God, Trinket, stop talking.

"That's what you think?"

"No Dylan, that's what I know."

"We'll see about that. Especially since he's the reason why I stopped talking to you."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Sure."

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The next few minutes are silent. An awkward silence for me and probably an amusing one for the other two. The silence is broken though when a screechy voice, well, screeches.

"What is she doing here?"

"She's sitting with us, London. Get over it." Yeah, listen to Craig London, get over- Wait! This is my chance.

"You know what? It's alright, I can go" I quickly say whilst getting up. I will probably never say this again, but Thank you London.

"No, you are staying." Why does Dylan suddenly want me around?