Our little secret

Chapter 13

It's a new Monday and I had just entered my high school. School is far more interesting for me now as you can imagine. A hot young teacher teaching my favorite subject and we are secretly friends. Too good to be real.

I see Dylon when I'm approaching my locker. He's leaning beside it and when he sees me he smiles at me along with a nod.

I smile back and finally reach my destination. "hey you." I greet him then open my locker. He moves to the side of me so the locker isn't between us.

"Hey Tori. I was wondering if you wanted to sit at lunch with me today."

I glance at him when pulling out my books and other stuff needed for first period. "well I usually sit with..."

"Alison I know." Dylon interrupts. "but just this one time at least." He pleads.

I sign. "I was gonna say I usually sit with Alison but if you're okay with her sitting with us then sure." I finnish.

"oh." Dylon replies. "Of course. She seems cool."

I smile in response. "Great! Anyways I should get going. So see you at lunch."

Dylon nods and smiles seeming awkward and a bit tense. He then finally walks away leaving me alone.

Do I intimidate him? He must really like me if I do.

I shut my locker then walk to first period of curse seeing Alison on the way. We talk while on the way then go to our class. The usual.

Its seven minutes until English starts. I'm already in the room sitting at a desk and writing away in my own world.

Concentrating I don't notice anything else around me. I don't look up to see who walked into the classroom or to se if the spot next to me is still empty so Alison can sit next to me.

Kelsey heart was broken. She could literally feel it break into pieces. The edge of her eyeballs lined up with tears as she gazed at the bullet wound in her boyfriend's leg. Her father behind the gun.

She ran up to her hurting boyfriend ignoring her father's cries for her to stay away from him. The last thing Kelsey heard and felt was the gun shot in her back after staring into Jerome's eyeswhispering sweet nothing...

"What are you writing?"

My concentration was interrupted by Justin's voice, almost like a sound of a record player being scratched. You know, like the sound effect you sound on shows.

I glanced at his hand resting on my desk, my eyes trailing up his arm then finally stopping at his face.

"Something." I simply reply.

"Something? As in?" he questions.

I frown but I can't help but smirk. "get your nose out of my business." I joke.

"okay. Well no writing dirty fan-fiction in class." He jokes then smirks.

I laugh. "its not a fan-fiction let alone a dirty one. Don't you have a job to get to?" I playfully and lightly smack his hand.

The smirk never leaves Justin's face. He gives up on trying to pry my business and walks away to his desk.

I put my work away into my special folder and stash the folder into the desk.

It turns out that the seat next to me stayed empty because I glanced over to my left and see Alison sitting there. She glances back and smiles. After exchanging friendly glances we both look forward waiting for the bell to ring as a cue for Justin to start the lesson.