I wanted to know, I needed to know how he felt about me, so as soon as classes ended I looked for him.
I saw him chatting with Mark, so I walked up to them as quickly as I could. "Hey guys..." I greeted them. Mark waved, grinning widely while Dylan stared off into space.
I ignored the hurt that I was feeling "Dylan can we talk?" I asked him. "There's no reason we can't talk here in front of Mark" he told me pointedly.
I huffed in frustration, but then decided it was better not to waste time arguing and just say what needed to be said.
Mark looked at me with an amused expression on his face while Dylan looked at me expectantly.
"Ok, so I just wanted to say that I like you and it's OK if you don't feel the same way about me" I began "I just need you to be in my life somehow, it doesn't matter if you want to stay friends or something more but I just needed you to know what I feel about you, I wanted you to know from me and not from someone else" I finished and pointedly glared at Mark.
Mark raised his hands up as if to say "I didn't do anything". Dylan was quiet, his face was blank and hard to read.
Five minutes passed by and Mark started twiddling with his fingers.
"Well, by your silence I think I know your answer" I told Dylan quietly.I walked off as quickly as I could from where he stood. Why didn't he say anything? Couldn't he just have told me outright that he didn't like me in that way instead of staying silent and making it awkward?
I didn't need this in my life, but yet somehow I knew that I needed him.
I already told him that, yet he didn't react. I was frustrated with myself for thinking that telling him how I felt was a good idea.
I continued walking when somebody grabbed my arm and pulled me to a secluded area.
"Hey, are you alright?" the person who grabbed me asked in a gentle voice. "yeah I am fine" I said. Only then did I realize that there were tears on my face, quickly I wiped them away.
"It's going to be ok, everything's going to be alright" he assured me. "How are you so sure that everything is going to be fine?" I said, then sobbed into Mark's shirt.
Mark placed his arms around me to comfort me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and cried my heart out.
Crushes come and go, but friends are forever.
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A week passed by and I tried to talk to Dylan, but for some reason he was never alone or he was always busy.
Whenever I would actually find him alone he would mutter something about "needing to work on an essay" or "forgetting something in his classroom".
The week turned into a month and I gave up altogether. Clearly he wanted nothing to do with me, so why should I chase him around like a lovestruck puppy dog?
I still ate lunch with Daisy, Mark, Ysa and Dylan but it just wasn't what it used to be.
I avoided looking at Dylan's direction but it was so damn hard! It's his fault for being good looking!
I would make myself look busy by watching Daisy and Mark interact with each other.
It was so obvious that they liked each other! I was so tempted to lock them in a room and not let them out until they confessed their feelings to one another, but then again I wasn't that cruel.
Maybe it's better if they did it on their own time and in their own way... so in other words Ysa and I are totally going to come up with a devious plan to get them to admit their true feelings.
Lunch ended and I stood up to get ready for my next class when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned around and glared at the person who tapped my shoulder. "What do you want now?" I growled at Oliver. "Whoa there! I just want to talk" he said, raising both of his hands in surrender.
"Make it quick" I snapped at him, ignoring the looks of concern my friends gave me.
"look, I just want to explain myself. One date is all that I am asking-" "She is not going to be going anywhere with you" Dylan cut in smoothly. I glared at Dylan "I can speak for myself, I am not some damsel in distress" I snapped at him.
Who does he think he is? He blatantly ignores me for a month after the countless times I try to talk to him and now that a guy asks me out he suddenly has a say in it?!
You know what? I just might accept Oliver's proposition to show Dylan that he can't just suddenly come back into my life whenever he wants to and expect me to be OK with it.
But of course I am not stupid, I would never go out with Oliver ever again even if he was the last guy on earth, no matter how much I wanted to piss Dylan off.
"Sorry Oliver, but no... I don't think I can trust you after everything that has happened between us" I told him. Oliver clenched his jaw, glared at Dylan then stalked off.
"I was afraid that you were going to say yes for a minute there" Dylan admitted, sounding relieved.
I noticed that we were the only ones at our table, Mark, Daisy and Ysa had probably left already to go to their next class.
Now that I think about it, the whole cafeteria was empty save for some students who were still finishing their food or had a free period.
"Why do you care anyway?" I asked him "you have been ignoring me, so why should you have a say in who I date and who I shouldn't?"
Dylan, for the 100th time, stayed silent. I rolled my eyes and started to walk away, but then he caught my hand and pulled me against him then crashed his lips against mine.
Almost immediately I responded, melting into him as my knees buckled turning into jelly.
As his soft lips dominated over mine, some part of my brain realized the situation and I quickly wrenched myself out of his grasp.
"No! You can't- that's not- you can't just kiss me and think that I'll forget everything that happened! No! It takes much more than a kiss Dylan! In spite of the many times that I tried to talk to you you pulled away and stayed silent, I... I can't do this. Not like this"
With that said I hurriedly left the cafeteria, not even bothering to look back.
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#College
HumorThis is the sequel to #Highschool, haven't read it yet? Go read it now! Jennifer Shire had built walls around herself when she was in highschool. Now she is a freshman in college, new year, new school, a fresh start. Or so she thought... Can Jen...