The New Boy

Chapter 21

"Come on Dylan" I moaned, knocking on the door for the one hundredth time, "I can practically hear you breathing" 

There was a moment of silence before I heard Dylan make a muffled whine and open the door. I kind of wished I hadn't come when I saw his face. He had a ginormous black eye that had yellowed around the edges, and a small cut running down the side of his face where my fist had made contact and ripped the skin. I wished it had at least hurt my hand hitting him but it didn't, I never get hurt... Physically. 

"Scott" he acknowledged me with an angry grunt, "I thought you would of rode off into the sunset with Katherine on your white horse by now" 

"Dyl... You know I didn't mean to hurt you" I started. 

"Did you apologise to Allison?" he instantly changed the subject, which I understood completely, having someone punch you in the face can be a touchy subject. 

"Yeah... Look, Dylan I am sorry... For what I did to y-"

"Scott, any guy in their right mind would hate you if you punched them, but I'm not just any guy" he shrugged, giving me a half hearted smile, "You're the closest thing I've ever had to a best friend, and I don't exactly want to try and find a replacement for you"

"Wait, so I'm forgiven?" I asked quietly, earning a slight chuckled from Dylan. 

"You were always forgiven" he wiggled his eyebrows and pulled me inside, "Come on, I was watching Jaws" 

"And something tell me you burnt the popcorn" I wrinkled my nose at the pungent smell that came from Dylan's kitchen. 

"My parents are gone for the weekend, romantic getaway or something like that" he sat down on the couch and turned down the volume on the TV before pressing play. It was just some girl being eaten by a huge shark, an every day thing in Jaws, "So what did Allison say when you apologised?" 

"I told her stuff I never thought I'd tell anyone, and she knew that" 

"So she forgave you?" he turned his head slightly to glance at me. 

"Something like that..." I smiled slightly and fiddled with my fingers in my lap, there was another silence as Dylan attempted to put the pieces together then he let out a weird squealing noise that you'd only expect a four year old to make. 

"That's my boy!" 

"Shut up" I chuckled. I didn't exactly want the whole town to know what happened last night.

"I can't believe that you and her had s-"

"Okay, okay, chill out Dylan" I cut him off quickly. 

"I don't know how you did it Scotty but you are mental, she said she actually loved Isaac and he still never even got passed second b-"

"Again, shut up" I repeated. 

"She's probably telling Lydia about it as we speak, you might as well do the same" he laughed, pausing the movie. 

"I'm pretty sure they have more productive things to talk about" I shrugged. 

"So let's find out" 

"Pardon?"

Dylan stood up and picked his hoody off the floor, "It's officially 2:12 in the afternoon" 

"So?" I looked up at him suspiciously. 

"So that's when Lydia Martin goes to Macys to pick up and try on her latest order..." 

"Nope, I still don't get it"

Dylan practically dragged me outside and threw me into his jeep. Once we were on the road he turned his attention back to me.