Dreamstate

10- Remember

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"Where I'm going with this is...how did you befriend him so quickly?"

"He's not my friend. He's my boyfriend." Oh. My. Gosh. Did I just say that? I really am a stupid girl.

He leans back a little with eyes slightly wide, "oh really? And how did that happen?"

I look down to Dillon who's now talking to the team as a whole while the coach listens on, don't they have practice to do?? "Umm.."

He grins. "Are you lying?"

"No!" I quickly reply, "liars don't end up in good situations and Dillon has been very good to me so..." wow where am I even going with this?

"So you are together?"

"Well..." I look into his dark dark eyes. It makes me squirm in my seat. I reeeeally don't like Jared. "Okay," I slump in my seat.

"Okay?"

"I lied, its just-" I look back down to Dillon and smile. "He helps me out."

"You wanna elaborate on that?"

I turn back to him still smiling about Dillon. "He was the first person to make me feel welcome here." I tell him about the time when I ran away from the seniors and about the old tradition that's no longer in use now. I tell him how he saved me from reliving a nightmare only worse. Then I tell him in another instance where I was "troubled".

FLASHBACK

I walked out of the shared bathroom of Sarah's house groggy early morning. "Ugggh.." I hand onto the wall for support slowly inching my way back to my room. I just finished throwing up last night's dinner and my stomach feels like it knows all its nutrients went out another end and wants it back so its eating my insides because its a stomach and well they don't know better.

I fall on my bed and pinch my eyes together. "Whhhy me? Whyyy today?" I was suppose to present this major project in class today but it seems my body has other ideas. I was so prepared for it too. I had my index cards, my side notes, my calming methods, my jokes. I was totally going to Ace it.

My alarm clock beeps signaling I have roughly fifteen minutes to leave the house or else I'm going to be late. I pull on my mothers outfit of a yellow blouse and black pants. The blouse is still loose on me so I tuck it in a little and froop it out in order make it seem less odd on me. I feel gross but I have to work through it if I want to keep my promise to Dillon.

I walk out the door with all my materials and trudge through the meadow between my new home and the school. Its sophomore year and I have no idea how he did it, but he kept his promise and I was never put through The Test, but now I have to keep my end of my promise and stay out of the radar. That includes keeping my grades in check.

I'm not a smart girl, not at first, but with this school's rigorous curriculum its hard not to grow into something more of yourself. I trip on a rock I didn't see and fall, scathing my knee and having it drip tiny droplets of blood on the light Grey stone.

"Sorry," I tell the rock and continue my track towards school, completely unaware of the pain shooting from my knee and more aware of the one in my stomach. I decided to skip breakfast because I didn't have time and I didn't want to be late, but now that I'm walking to school I find it hard to not to regret my choices.

A branch scraps a line on my skin, again I am numb to the small pain. I just want to get to school. I reach the intersection that stands before my school and groan. I have three minutes till the starting bell rings because I was walking so slow, and the pedestrian sign takes forever to signal what's suppose to mean "safe to go" for walkers not cars too. I probably have a better chance just jaywalking it than staying here for walking on a public street to be legal.