Flower Crown (ON PAUSE)

Chapter 8

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Boys are weird.
I sounded like a total dipdong trying to talk to him. I shouldn't of said anything, but I did and I left him. My breathing started to quicken. I clutched my stomach and took in slower breaths to try to calm down.
I walk to locker 187 and started to grab my history text book when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Dylan Wilson standing behind me with a huge smile on his face.
"Hey," he says a little too perky like.
"Hi" I managed to mumble. I turned to shut my locker and put the lock back on.
"So Michael is having a party this weekend and I was wondering if you wanted to go?" He says while we start walking down the hallway.
"Dylan, you know I don't like parties." I say. He steps in front of me and grabs my shoulders so I have to look at him.
"Yes, but it would mean the world to me if you come." He states. This boy never knows when to stop. No matter how hard I try to push him away he always comes back smiling.
"Please." He said.
After Jess died I stopped talking to Dylan. I missed him. Once upon a time in my life when I was happy, I liked Dylan. I dreamed up a life with him, like any other girl would. He was good looking, but that's what every other girl in the school thought about him.
"Fine. Fine. Only for a little bit though." I say raising my hands to push his arms down. I look to the floor and he... He hugs me... Again...
"D-Dylan," I say stuttering.
"Thanks" he whispers in my ear and pulls away from me smiling just like always.
"Do you want to hang out after school?" He says as we walk down the stairs.
"Library?" He says with a smirk.
"Can you even read?" I say smiling, as he lightly punches me in the shoulder.
"Hey! I got a 40% on my reading test this year!" He says trying to keep a straight face. I laugh.Dylan is in honors English with me, so he definitely did not get 40% on his test.
He looks at me for a moment and then smiles and laughs too.

After school

I walk out of the school fiddling with my jacket struggling to put it on when I feel hands on my back pulling the jacket over my shoulders. I gasp and turn to see who in the flipping lords name is touching me.
Dylan.
"Hey " he says smiling.
"Hi." I say feeling my face burn up.
"Are you ready?" He asks and I slightly nod. The next thing I know Dylan grabs my hand and we start walking to his car.
"D-Dylan?" I stutter.He turns around smiling.
"Yes?" He says. I pull my hand away from him.
"What do you think your doing?" I say.
"Taking you to the library." He says a little confused.
I nod and say "Yes I know that,but why did you hold my hand?"
"Because it's cold?" He shrugs his shoulders and opens my door for me. I mumble a thank you and get in the car.
After a while of silence, I turn and look at Dylan. His shaggy brown hair in his eyes and that stupid smile plastered on his face. When I was younger I loved to watch Dylan, not in a creepy way, he was just interesting to watch. He glanced at me and smirked.
"Yes?" He said.
"Nothing," I say frowning.
"You know we passed the turn for the library." I said getting nervous.
"Yep." Was all he said. I turned and my breathing started to speed up.
"Are you kidnapping me?" I ask trying to smile.
" relax." He said holding out his hand inviting me to hold it.
"I'm taking you to the park" he said glancing over at me. I look down at his hand that he is still holding out to me.
"Can I hold your hand?" He said. I looked at him surprised.
"What?" I say even though I understood every word he said. Hold his hand? Why?
"You know, because it's cold." He says focusing on the road. I laugh, he's such a noob. I slowly bring my hand up and hold his warm hand.
"Why?" I ask. We finally pull into the parks parking lot. He turns and looks at me.
"Your hands are soft" he says shrugging and letting go of my hand to get out of the car. I turn and open the car door and watch Dylan start to walk towards the swing set. He turns back around.
"Hey slow poke! You coming?" He says.
"Depends" I say wrapping my arms around my body to get some warmth. He walks back to his car and grabs something out of the backseat. A sweatshirt. He throws it at me and I catch it, giving him a quizzical look.
"Wear it. It's cold." He said smiling. I pull the sweatshirt over my head. It smells like cologne, I pull the sleeves down over my finger tips. Dylan smiles and holds out his hand again.
"May I hold your hand?" He says. I roll my eyes and let him guide me to the swings. He sits me down in one of the four swings, still holding my hand.
"Uh Dylan?" I say and he lets go of my hand and sits down in the swing next to me.
"So," he says.
"So?" I say pushing my feet on the ground to make the swing go back and forth.
"How are you?" He says looking at me.
"Well some noob decided to take me to a park and swing in the middle of January." I say smiling at him.
"Well this noob sounds like a pretty great guy" he says.
"Ha, he wishes." I say looking up at the sky.
I hear him slightly chuckle. I turn to see him staring at me.
"Why did you take me here?" I questioned his cheeks were pink from the cold. He turned and looked down at the ground.
"Because this place is special to me." He says "and I guess well..." He said trailing off.
Right then my phone buzzed and I held my finger up to say one minute and pull out my phone and answer it.
"TABITHA" I here on the other line, oh god, she knows.

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