Another Cliche Cinderella Story

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Dylan's POV

Last night didn't go down to well. When I got home my dad and I had an argument about where I had been. Obviously, I couldn't tell him where I really was so I lied and said I was with some girl. He said he was disappointed with me, that I shouldn't use women.

I don't even understand how he can say that to me, all he ever does is work and sleep around. He never has time for me and when he does it always about the same things. I was angry for the rest of the evening and when I woke up another argument formed. He was shouting at me for not attending the football training. I walked out this morning so I'm hoping he won't be at home when I get there later otherwise another argument is going to erupt.

All my anger was bursting to come out so when.. what's her name? Started yelling at me I flipped, all my anger I should be taking out on my dad was aimed at her. Everything she said to me was true but doesn't excuse the way I spoke to her. She ran off crying, I've never done that before besides when I've broken up with my girlfriends. But it's never been as brutal as it was shouting at her. What was even more strange is that she flinched when I raised my hand behind my head, she didn't think I was going to hit her right?

I was hoping to apologize to her in math but she never arrived. I think I've screwed up big time, I was secretly hoping she was running late to class just so that I wouldn't feel as guilty but when she never showed I knew that the reason for it was because of me. The look on her face when I was shouting at her was worrying. She looked terrified, I didn't even know I could be that scary.

I needed to think of some way to say sorry to her before the next lesson which was after the weekend. But first I had photography with Cinderella. Hopefully, she would cheer me up, she always seemed too. I might not be able to see her clearly because of the dark, but she looks beautiful. I can tell by her personality, she's so kind and her laugh, It's the cutest thing I've heard.

Wait, what am I saying? I'm going all jelly-like over a girl I don't know, get a grip, Dylan.

I head to photography after some football training, I needed to attend today because if I didn't dad would be on my case.

I enter the photography room to hear the familiar sounds of her crying, just like the first day I met her. I follow the sound of cries and bend down to her level, she had her head tucked into her chest as she let small sobs fill the room.

"What's wrong? Is there anything I can do?" I said softly as I place a hand on her knee, trying to comfort her.

"It's nothing," she stutters.

I don't know why but I have a feeling of anger brewing inside, whoever made her cry is going to get a mouthful from me. Why was I being so protective over a girl I don't even know? Maybe I.. no. No, I don't.

"Come on, please stop crying. I'm not good in these situations so the best thing I can do is try making you laugh," I say, hoping I would get her to calm down.

"Please don't. I'm fine, just crying over some stupid things some people have said today," she says calmly. She's making me feel more guilty about what I said to the girl in class, I really hope she's not crying like this somewhere.

"Okay then," I tug on her hands and lift her up, "teach me how to do that," I speak quickly whilst pointing to one of her photos in the developing stage. She shuffles towards me and helps me do the same thing she did.

After thirty minutes I decide to go home, I don't want to risk getting locked in here again. Before I leave I get my phone and quickly go through it and delete any traces of the phone being mine and hand it to her.

"I know it's not new but here, have this. I'll text you from a phone I've got back home," I say calmly as I place the phone in her hands and wrapping her hands around it. She mumbles a thank you before I leave.

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I get home and dad is nowhere to be seen, thank god. I rummage through my dad's old phones and pick the most decent looking and text my old phone.

Me: Hey, it's Jake.

I really wish I didn't have to lie to her about who I was, but I'm not ready to show her who I really am. I'm worried if I did she would run away, scared of me because of what some people say about me. And I don't know what it is but I have a feeling, it's hard to explain but a feeling that I don't want to hurt her feelings.

Cinderella: Hey, what are you doing?

Me: I'm currently walking around my house, dreading when my dad will get back. What about you? Wait, let me guess, doing the chores for your evil stepmother?

I waited for around five minutes for a reply.

Cinderella: Yeah definitely. Why did you keep my name as Cinderella on your contact list?"

Me: I felt like it, considering the circumstances, I haven't actually met you, met you.

Cinderella: Oh. I've got to go now as I've got some things to sort out. Bye :)

Me: Bye ;)

I kept it as Cinderella because it was true, I hadn't met her properly. I'm hoping that eventually, I will, when I know she's not going to run as soon as she sees me for me.

I don't know if my dad ever came home because I fell asleep quickly once I placed my hands behind my head and lent against my bed pillow.

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