Dear Dream Boy The Second Year

Chapter 9 - Wont give up

'Darcy don't you like me something?' Emma whispered to me in design and technology, it was a wide room which was messy and battered all the tables were wonky and damaged it was like it was 100 years old.
I looked her in the eyes and replied trying not to go red, 'it depends I love you Em but if you are with Max at the time I want to kill you when you alone your like the bestest friend ever.' Emma stared harder at me her frizzy blonde hair everywhere around me. 'Look Darcy it's not my fault that he dumped you for me, maybe it was pay back for you dumping him last year, and I don't want to hurt you but I do like Max.'
I stared at her shocked I didn't like Max I love him. 'I didn't dump Max last year because I didn't want to go out with him! Truly I dumped him because my friends didn't like him and were mad at me for hanging out with him more than I did with them! I never said I didn't love ever, I've always loved since the day I said Yes to him. I dumped him because of the say Sisters before Misters, but I gets you've never heard that before because of the way your acting.'
'Hey girls girls stop fighting,' I turn around and see two faces Benji and Jay McLean. Jay smiles at me, 'I think you guys need a rest, now you guys fighting is not what the African kids would want,' He frowns at us and for the first time in a while I smile for being happy.
(Just for you to know Jay has an obsession with African Kids, so anything they don't have he will make a point of it while we do have it, it's very funny to be honest.)
And with that the bell rang so I picked my stuff and made my way to the door way to meet Lucy and Amy. They smile at my smile and we all walk to the canteen.
The canteen noise was louder than ever. People were pushing past me carrying toast and pizza and whatever more they sell at break time. I walked up a ramp and he was standing their putting money into a box. His black hair frizzy and is dazzling eyes looking at me. I smiled he smiled back. He still likes me.
When I rushed home that night I text him saying, 'Hey,' I remembered he always replied with a hay or hey. An hour later it was like being back in time, 'Hay,' he replied to me. My heart came out of my chest and my fingers sprung to life. 'Wuu2?' I asked back to him. He never replied to me, but I knew we still had something. I am not giving up on him, you don't give up on who you love.
I guess now I'll have to wait till Monday to find out if I changed anything although I don't think it will.