An Unpredictable Year (Completed)

Chapter 31

"Hey Kyle." Logan greets me as him, Michael, and Dylan join my table at lunch.

"Can I talk to you?" Dylan asks, looking at me. Talia looks down at the table as I get up. What's going on?

"What's up?" I ask, once we're out in the deserted hall.

"So I have something I need to tell you and I need you to keep your head." This is a terrible start, Dylan.

"No promises." I say, treading carefully. What could this be about?

"So remember how Mike, Logan, and I have been a bit distant and rude. How I disappeared on Friday and refused to answer any questions you had?" He asks, awkwardly.

"Get on with it." I roll my eyes.

"I was on a date..." He says, carefully.

"Okay?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. I'm not seeing the point here.

"With Talia..." What?!

"What the hell, Dylan?" I slap him.

"Chill." He grabs my hands, holding them hostage, keeping me from being able to hit him.

"Chill? Chill?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME DYLAN?!" I scream at him, eyes wide. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

"Aye, calm down." He warns.

"I will fucking make you wish you were dead if you hurt her in any way, shape or form and that, my dear brother, I will pinkie pie swear to you if I have to." I threaten, completely serious. He knows exactly what I mean when I say that.

"Psycho." He mutters, releasing me once he realizes I won't hit him again.

"Watch yourself." I warn, not even kidding. I turn and go back into the cafeteria where everybody at my table is currently watching me, gauging my anger.

"So everybody here knew?" I ask, unbelieving. They all look down, except Thomas. He looks right at me, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Didn't see how it concerned you." He says, mockingly.

"I will punch you." I say, before turning around and walking towards Justin and Jordan.

"You're alive." Justin says, amused, as I slip into the seat beside him.

"Yeah... Turns out Dylan, Michael, and Logan want to keep breathing as much as I do." I say, stealing some fries from Lucas' tray. He swats my hand away, but I ignore it.

"Why were you high?" Jordan, once again, asks.

"None of your business." I answer, not in the mood to deal with stupid ass questions.

"Someone's snappy today." Justin notes.

"Yeah." I sigh, not wanting to talk to anyone. I lay my head down on my arms, listening to the indistinct chatter around the cafeteria.

"Don't fall asleep." Someone says, before poking me in the side, causing me to shoot right up, screaming, I send a glare at Michael.

"I hate you." I mutter.

"Love you too, baby sister." He sings, walking towards the door to the cafeteria right before the bell rings.

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"So what happened to drugs being the one thing you refuse to do?" Talia asks, as we walk into the warehouse after school.

"Why is that all anyone wants to talk about?" I whine, throwing myself onto the couch beside Connor.

"Because Dylan will not tell me anything about it." Talia shrugs.

"Then maybe it is none of your business." I snap. I've had it. I can't do this. I get up and storm out of the warehouse.