The Mute Girl

Chapter 3

The day went slow. Some moments walking in the hall I would bump into Dylan and he would just smirk. If I wasn't much of a goody goody would have left home early.

As I walked out of my six period class I was stopped. Please not Dylan please not Dylan please mot Dylan!

"Thought you could get away that easily?" Dylan said

Oh joy!

"Come on I wanna get out of here if I breathe school air I think I might just die!" he said looking around. I took my wrist out of his grip while I had the chance and started walking.

" Well then go home. Why would you wait for me?" I whispered. This my first time talking to someone in school.

" I came to get you I didn't want to walk home alone." he said fake pouting.

"Fine." I said sighing. I knew he wouldn't just leave.

We made our way out of the school building and walked home. I didn't even know he lived on my street. After a quiet walk home I arrived at my place. I could hear light footsteps behind me. I turned around to see Dylan. Cheezits!

"Dude what the heck are you following me home for?" I put my hand over my mouth quickly. Oh my god. I just burst like a bubble. Dylan was just standing there gaping at me.

"No more whispering? Wow you should talk more often I like it this way I don't feel alone anymore." he says smirking.

"Go home or something this is my house." I say. It feels weird to speak. I could feel the tint of pink on my cheeks from my earlier outburst.

"It's friday I don't want to go home." he says

"And what does you not wanting to go home have to do with me!" I say my eyebrow raised. He is really getting on my nerves. I just met him yesterday.

"I want to stay here." he said crossing his arms

" What the he-"

"Pleeeaaaaaaaaassssssssseeeeeeee"

"FINE now shut up the neighbors are looking."

He smirked and followed me into my house into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and got out mayonnaise cheese and lettuce.

"You want a sandwich?" I asked Dylan as he sat on a stool.

"Sure." he said looking around.

I made three sandwiches two for me and one for him. I have a big appetite and I know when I'm done I will want something else to eat.

I grabbed two cokes and walked over to the counter and gave him his sandwich and soda.

"So I guess I broke your shell." Dylan said taking a bite of his sandwich. I just shrugged. I don't really know.

"Can I ask you something?" he says. I nodded

"why did you stop talking?" he asks.

"Well... I was in elementary and i was very talkative. I would get in trouble for it. One day a girl from my class came up to me and she said I had a very annoying voice and that I sounded like a squeaky mouse. Later everyone started calling me mousy and I got picked on." I told him. I knew he would ask more.

"You got picked on because of your voice?" He said looking confused.

"No and I don't want to talk about it anymore." i said finishing my sandwich and drink. I put my dirty dish in the sink and threw my trash.

"So what do you do around here?" Dylan asked as he sat next to me on the couch. I turned on the t.v and changed it to sponge bob.

It was already 6:00 and Dylan left 3 hours ago. It was weird and uncomfortable to have someone here. I was only used to my mom being here.

I went up stairs into my room. I brushed my teeth and got into my pajamas. That night I couldn't sleep at all. The only person that wouldn't leave my head was...

Dylan.