When We Were Young // Dylmas

4. project

Thomas POV

I saw a fist flying towards my face, and before I knew I lay on the ground. Pain crackled through my scull, and soon I blacked out.

When I woke up I was at the school nurse.

It isn't Dylan's fault.

That was the first thing that went through my head. I noticed that someone was holding my hand. I tried to open my eyes, once I did I saw Lily sitting on a chair. She was the one holding my hand.
Then I realised I wasn't at the school nurse, the bed just felt the same. Once I opened my eyes I tried to speak "Wh-where am I-I?" I felt an intense pain in my head and then the memories came back. "A-am I i-in the hosp-pital?" I tried to speak as clearly as possible. "Don't try to talk too much. Yes, you are in the hospital. I will get a nurse." Lily said friendly.

*two weeks later*

I was fully recovered and went back to school. I hated Dylan and I would like to give a good punch back, but I wasn't strong enough to hurt someone.
I was sitting in history class, one of the classes I had with Dylan. This time he sat in front of me and I stared at the back of his head.
"Okay everybody, we're going to do a group project in groups of two. I made couples and nobody swiches, this is how it is and this is how it stays!" Not Dylan. Not Dylan. Not Dylan. Mr. Smit, the teacher, started to listen the couples "Jace and Collen, Lydia and Grace, Dylan and..." not me, not me, not me! "Thomas..." WHY? WHY ME?

Dylan POV

I felt sick, I did something terrible to Thomas and now we had to work together. I turned around to Thomas and I saw the fire in his eyes. He must really hate me, I'm a human failure. I was kind of scared, but I was the bad guy. I didn't want to be the bad guy. "Go sit next to your partner and then I will explain more" mr. Smit said.
I sat down next to Thomas. I didn't focus on the teacher explaining the project, at the end of his long talk he gave us a paper. "Here will be some information to help you further"

"so, now we're doing that project together..." I started "look, I am so sorry about wha-" but Thomas cut me off "I know it's not your fault" he said. He looked so calm while he said it, but why did he say it? It was my fault, how could he say that it wasn't? "no it IS my fault, how could you say it's not?" I said confused. He gave me a sharp look "doesn't matter, just focus on the project now" Thomas started to write things down, and a few seconds later I started to read what was on the paper.
At the end of the class Mr. Smit said one more thing "it's a small project so I want it to be done by monday, so you have to work on it at home. I want that you work together, your grade will also be determined by cooperation"
I heard Thomas sigh.