Samantha's POV
"How many times do I have to say this, do I need to get a god damn blow horn and yell it in your ear for you to understand?" I said, standing straighter.
"I don't know, maybe I'd get it if you walked around with a huge sign above your head."
It shouldn't be this hard. Listen to what she has to say. Don't think about her lips. How soft and great they felt against mine.
"God you're an asshole " I said before crashing my lips into hers.
She sat there for a second before reacting.
My stomach felt as if it were going to explode with butterflies as our lips moved in synch.
Wait. What am I doing? I'm a teacher. I'm a high school English teacher.
"Wait," I said, pulling away from her.
What the hell is wrong with me? I'm 25 fucking years old. This is illegal. I could get arrested for this. "I'm sorry," I said, putting my hands in my pockets. "I shouldn't have done that. I......I think you should go...." I said quietly.
Dylan just stood there for a second. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. Backing away from me, she just shook her head and stormed out of the room.
I still want to help her, but I can't. I just can't risk it.
Dylan's POV
Shit. I knew something like this was going to happen. She would tell me she cares, do something she'd regret, then leave.
That's ok. I don't need her. I don't need anybody. It was a mistake allowing myself to get that close to her. I knew she was just like everybody else.
Walking down the hallway, I didn't see the person in front of me until I bumped into her. Causing her to tumble to the ground.
"Shit, I'm sorry," I said, helping her up. Picking up her things from the floor.
"No, it was probably my fault," she said, brushing herself off.
"Nah, it was on me, I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking." She grabbed her books from me, giving me a small smile. "So whats your name?" I've never seen her around, so she must be new.
Running her fingers through her long auburn hair she said, "My names Roxanne, but I go by Roxy."
"Nice name, I'm Dylan."
She extended her hand, which I shook. Good lord her hands were so soft. Like a babies bum!
"Its nice to finally meet a friendly face around here."
Looking down the hall I shrugged. "Its hard to find someone true and honest if the whole place is full of people hiding under masks."
"Well, I'm glad I finally found one with an honest mask."
"Yeah, me to....." I said chuckling as we walked down the hallway together.
"So, Dylan, I'll see you tomorrow?" I couldn't help but smile at how eager she sounded.
"Yeah, sounds good." I smiled and walked off.
**2 weeks later**
Ughhh, why are my classes so incredibly boring? Like honestly, the only slightly interesting part of my day, is when I get to fourth period. Where I can watch Ms.Foster burn with jealousy as she watches Roxy and I.
I know that may seem a bit mean, but this is just how I get. I close the people I care about out of my life, and act like a total asshole just so I wont be tempted to reel then into my life full of fucked up family issues, and deranged personal problems.
