Finding Love

Chapter 10

To say I was shocked would be a huge understatement. I was beyond shocked. Sleep wouldn't come so I decided to do all the things that I usually do Once a month, like clean my room and organising the living room and alphabetically arranging my novels. I was just about doing anything to keep my mind off the Kiss.

It was already six. One hour more and I would be in school. Deciding to have a bath and dress up for school, I headed to the shower.

After dressing in shorts and a tank top with a cardigan on top, I headed to the kitchen to make some pancakes as I had plenty of time.

Finishing breakfast and Locking up all the doors, I walked to school with yesterdays happenings fresh in my mind.

Should I talk to him? It will be so damn weird. Ughh!! Why did he have to kiss me? Would he stop tutoring sessions? What did he mean by me being his? Do I look like an object?

Huffing at my confused mind, I walked to school with determination to sort out the mess by talking to the trouble maker.

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Half the school day has been over and Ace has managed to avoid me like Im a freaking plague or something. English was my last period with him and he was my partner. I just hope he doesn't bunk.

Walking into english class, the first thing I noticed was a sleeping Ace. I quitely went and sat next to his seat.

He has a beautiful face. And long lashes. And beautiful lips.

Lips which kissed you. Reminded my brain.

I shook him awake, determined to talk to him. The kiss was driving me mad. I wanted a logical reason. Like maybe how it was a drunken mistake or he had a mental illness or something. Anything.

Anything that will stop me from thinking about the kiss.

"What?" He asked glowering at me.

"About yesterday -" I began, cutting strait to the chase.

"Damn it, It was just a kiss. It meant nothing to me. So stop reading into it and please, please stop being clingy. Your being desperate which is definitely a turn off and I am not interested in you, so just fuck off." He shouted at me.

Somehow, through everything he said. I felt pain. A pain so raw I felt like it was ripping me. Tearing at my chest. I struggled to breathe. Unable to open my mouth I nodded at him and walked to the window seat ignoring the many eyes staring at me, gauging my reaction.

After holding it in for about a few minutes, I let my tears fall freely. I read somewhere that tears cleansed the soul but all I could feel was the tears breaking me again and again. It was like god found entertainment in my life or something.

when the bell finally rang, I waited till everyone got out and slowly made my way out only to be grabbed my a pair of arms and pulled into the janitors closet.

"Are you okay?" A voice I recognised as Dylan's asked me.

"Dylan ?" I asked surprised and confused.

"I heard what happened. Are you okay?" He asked and I could see the concern in his eyes.

"Yeah." I said as my mind replayed the events causing my eyes to tear up again.

"Its okay. I know your not fine. Its all gonna be okay. I'll be here." He comforted me and wrapped me in a bear hug.

When I smelled his scent, it was like I lost all sorts of control over my emotions. It was too late when I realised I had started crying and I grabbed his shirt in fistfuls sobbing into them.

I cried for Avery. For my unfulfilled promise. For Dylan, my first love. For Ace. For everything that had happened. It was like each time something hurt me, it opened all the wound I tried so damn hard to heal.

"Its Okay. It'll be alright. Im right here you know. I'll always be here." Dylan comforted me whispering in my ears.

It was times like these that I missed Dylan. My Dylan. Us.

It seemed like a long forgotten memory now that I think about it.

Dylan had fancied me and asked me out for a few dances but when he asked me to be his girlfriend, the timing wasn't right. My mother had passed away and I was still grieving for her and I had just known about Avery's Leukaemia. My world was crashing down and the only reason I ever got out of bed was to meet Avery.

"Avery." Dylan shook me out of my thoughts.

I looked up at him. His light brown hair, his blue eyes.

"What is going on here?" Said a voice which jerked both of us apart.

I turned around to see Ace glaring at us. I swear if smoke could come out of his ears it would've.

He was standing beside Samantha, the queen B or head cheerleader of our school. Even though she dressed like a slut, she wasn't half bad of a person.

"Honey, Lets go onto an classroom or something then." Samantha said to Ace, squeezing his biceps in a seductive manner and flashed us a million dollar smile.

Ace slammed the door with so much force had Dylan not have had his hand on my waist, I would've fallen.

I turned to Dylan to see him looking at me with a weird look in his eyes. I smiled at him.

"Thank you." I said.

"For?" He scoffed, as if I had nothing to thank him about.

"Everything." I said.

"Ill always be right here, you know that right?" He asked me.

And now that I think about it, he was always there. He was the one who hugged me and made me cry into his shirt at school to let my problems go. He was the one who let me crash at his place when Dad got too much and Aunt Eliza was not home. He always held me after my nightmares, rocked me until al my fears were far away and they haunted me no more.

He was always there.

"I know." I gave him a grateful smile.

He opened he door and we walked out hand in hand.

And I couldn't help but smile stupidly at how such a small gesture made me erupt butterflies in my stomach, my heart was racing and a blush had coloured my cheeks.

He kissed me on my cheek and left to gather his books before heading home as there was only five minutes of the last period left.

I thanked him again and we exchanged numbers.

"Promise me you'll call or text when something goes wrong." He said when he saved his number under "Dylan 😍😘❤️"

I chuckled at his childishness and promised him that I would and we said our goodbyes just as the final bell rang.

Dylan Bradshaw, I think I'm falling for you, again.