Broken Into Pieces (EDITING)

Chapter Three- Give Me A Break (Until the end)

Chapter Three- Give Me A Break (Until the end)

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My mind was going insane as I looked at Dylan. Oh god, why me...This could only happen to me I swear!

"Umm, could you let go of me." I was starting to get really pissed, I hate being touched. Dylan, looked taken aback from my response, whiIe I just kept a blank face.

"Do you know who I am?" Dylan asked. Oh you have got to be kidding me of course I know who you are, asshole.

"Yeah, I know who you are you're, Dylan Wood." God why is he still holding my arm. Feeling annoyed I try and get my arm out of his grip. But when I pull on my arm he tightens his grip and I have to hold in a scream it hurts so much. I'm no longer looking at him in the eye, I have my head down and my eyes closed. I bite my lip to hold back the whimper I want to let out.

Dylan seems to notice my reactions and loosens his grip but not enough so I could get away.

"You know who am and still you haven't apologized." Oh cry me a river, really? Why does he have to be a jerk?

"You're not hurt from what I see you're not in pain so if you'll excuse me I have a class to get to," with that said I yank my arm from his grip as hard as I can, and sprint to my first period, English.

I walk in the classroom and go to my seat all the way in the back next to the window. Right as I'm sitting down the bell rings. Thank God I got here before it did. Soon the rest of my classmates walk into class; my teacher, Mr. Miller, is the last to come into class. I put my phone in my hoodie's packet and listen in to the lecture that's about to take place.

"Good morning class. I hope all of you read the final chapter of The Taming- (A/N- Not a real story.) -because you all have a pop quiz this morning." Mr.Miller finished saying right after that there were a series of groans from the class, but Mr.Miller could really careless since he started going down each row and putting their pop quiz on their desk. When he got to me he handed me the quiz and a book he had promised to give me, in return I gave him back the book he let me read two days ago.

Surprised Mr.miller took the book back. He was a tall guy, over six that's for sure. He had on slacks and a white button down shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and the glasses he wore were on the edge of his nose. His brown eyes looked down at me, scanning my face. He pushed away a piece of his brown hair that fell out of place and opened his mouth to speak.

"Finished it already." he whispered to me. I just nodded my head and smiled a small smile.

"Well then I want you to write a book report on it and give it to me tomorrow sound good." It wasn't a question more like a statement.

"Yes sir." I answered back and took the book he set on my desk and put it in my book bag. Mr. Miller walked away and I started my quiz.

You're probably wondering why he lets me read his books well its because one time I left my book and journal in his class and when I came to get it back he said he read my journal and that I was a good writer; I also have good taste in books so he started giving me books he thought I would like, and I did I liked all the books he'd give me.

That's why English is my favorite class, even if I don't have friends to talk too these books make me feel like I do just by reading about the characters. The quiz was easy if you read the book that is, I finished it in the first five minutes. When I looked up Mr. Miller was already walking down my row to get my quiz. Once he looked at it he put a 100% at the top and walked away. He knew he didn't have to check, the answers would all be right. While the rest of the class finished their quiz I decided to start reading the book Mr. Miller gave me.