Deafening

Chapter 3

I leave the classroom to go get lunch. I am actually quite hungry.  Who am I kidding. I am basically starving to death. Food and I have a great relationship. You see those posts about "Relationship goals". Those are really all about food and me. School really has messed up my eating schedule of getting a snack every fifteen minutes. Man I should really sue the school for the distress they have caused me. I may even make them pay for my counseling.

I continue down the hall, thinking about how food and I should get married. I make it about halfway down the hall before someone stops me by grabbing my wrist. I quickly turn around to see who was delaying me from my date. It was him. Great.

"Yes, Dylan"

"Where you heading next, sweetheart?" Dylan says.

"Why do you care?" I reply.

"I am just checking up on my newest, best friend." He cheers with fake enthusiasm. I laugh under my breath. "Oh look, you do have other emotions besides anger and frustration."

"Well, if you must know. I am going to lunch as are all the seniors." I say quickly. "And I only show my happy emotions to people I like."

"Does this mean you like me princess, oh my god. Our relationship really is developing isn't it." He replies just as quickly.

"What relationship." I say as I roll my eyes. I feel my corners of my lips turn upwards slightly. I try to avoid looking at him, so I turn my face away. I don't want to give him the satisfaction again.

"Aww princess. You really hurt me," he then points to his chest. I can't help but notice that he has quite a nice body. Of course I would never say that out loud, but it is nice to admire. "Right here. To think this could have developed into a wonderful relationship."

"That is too bad, better luck with next relationship. Why don't you try one of the many whores at our school. I bet they would have a hell of a time." I say sarcastically. I walk away to leave, but before I do so. Dylan grabs my wrist one last time to say one thing.

"Bye, sweetheart." He says with a smirk, before walking away.

I stand there not knowing how to feel about the situation. I felt annoyed, but at the same time it felt nice to talk to someone else. Don't get me wrong my friends are amazing, it just felt, I think the best way to describe it, is refreshing. I could only stand there thinking for so long, before people got annoyed. So I quickly continue to lunch without hesitation.
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I meet up with my friends soon after I got my lunch from my locker. Which might I add was fettuccini Alfredo, that I'm assuming, my mom had made the night before. I sit down at our usual table.

"How is everyone's day so far?" I sign.

"Pretty good, but I'm pretty sure my Mr. Redfield hates me already." Oil says.

"Pretty good, all my teachers seem nice enough." Rylie says. "What about you Ana?"

"Well, it started off just great with Mrs. Hamilton," I sign, I look to see them both visibly cringe. "Then the next two classes were pretty boring, just History and English. But then, while in Mr. Kenton's class, this jackass interrupted the class. Not only that, but he made it his personal goal to annoy me as much as possible."

"What's his name? Maybe I can beat him up." Oli said.

"Dylan Owens." I sign. Both my friends' faces pale. They both seem scared. "What?"

"Dylan Owens is the name of the boy that just came back from prison. He left in the middle of our sophomore year. Remember?" Oli signs.

"No I don't." I say brushing the accusations off. "I can barely remember what I did yesterday, what makes you think I can remember my sophomore year?"