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Chapter 1

Word Count: 947 words 

He kept glancing at her from where she sat, in the corner, alone. He was surrounded by people. His so called 'friends', talking, gossiping filled within his ears. Yet, his focus was on her. She sat there in a mustard yellow t-shirt that reached down to her kneecaps, an old jean jacket wrapped around her hips and a pair of black Doc Martens. Her face focused on a book, he didn't know what book, all he knew it had a lot of words in the tome. She forked cut up, fresh pineapple in her mouth, with eyes still trained on the book.

He thought in the way she was, the way she sat, it was beautiful. Everything from her toes, to her her long pale legs, to her curves throughout her hips, stomach, and breast, to her facial features that were ever so beautiful.

"Dylan!" said Maddie, taking him out of his thoughts. He turned his head, to look at his group of friends. They were all looking at him in a weird, spectacle way.

"Why were you looking at the weird girl baby?" said Maddie as she looked closely at her boyfriend.

"Don't worry about it Maddie," he explained.

  The history behind Maddie and Dylan's relationship was cliche you'd say. Dylan Daniels moved to a little town in Kansas when he was four years old. He moved into a large house on Carpenter Road, next to a little girl, Maddie Jeffers, and her family. As soon as Dylan and Maddie met, they bonded over her Golden Retriever, Bubbles. Then in a instant they became best friends, they were inseparable. Yet, over the years of their friends ship the summer before junior year, they agreed that they could try to be something more than 'just friends'. Maddie always had an enormous crush on Dylan, and for Dylan the feeling was mutual. But, deep down Dylan felt as if something was wrong when he was with Maddie. He felt like it was wrong. 

  Then Dylan set it eyes on her, Sophie Johnson, everyone around her thought she was weird, not normal, yet to him, she couldn't be more perfect. Since then, he knew he wasn't supposed to be with Maddie, he was supposed to be with Sophie. Yet, he couldn't bare to break up with maddie, break her heart, he still cared about her. He was leading Maddie on, and he hated himself for it.

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   It was long after school hours, 4:49 to be exact. Sophie sat in a wooden chair, which was uncomfortable for her back and weirdly, hurt her butt severely. She gazed around the room, not making any moment of her body. This was a game, to see how long she can stay still. It never last long, her record time: 2 minutes. Suddenly the wide door opened, making Sophie jump slightly knocking her out of her day dream. A short, pale woman entered the room.

"Sophie Johnson, Mr. Evans is ready to see you now," the woman said in a fragile tone. Sophie stood up from the place she was sitting. Walking over to the door, she passed the woman smelling the cheap perfume she gave off, the smell of fake flowers from a craft store. She wrinkled her nose, hating the smell. 

  Sophie walked into the familiar room she has been in a million times before. Mr. Evan's, an infirm man sat in a leather chair behind a wooden desk, he was mindlessly typing away at the keys.

"Ah, Miss. Johnson, how pleased to see you again," he said looking up at her as she took a seat on the leather couch on the side.

"Pleasant indeed Mr. Evans," Sophie said sarcastically. He narrowed his eyes at her.

"What did I tell you about sarcasm," He asked seriously, but she knew he was joking. Mr. Evans, he was a father to Sophie, the one she never had.

"Yeah, yeah," Sophie sighed and she looked down at her interlocked hands.

"So, Sophie tell me what has been going through your head?'' He questioned and he began to type away on this computer once again.

"Well, you know the usual mom, she's still stuck in her bed staring at some random Romcom on the television," she sighed. "My brother still doing absolutely nothing to keep our family running, he's all caught up with this new girl now which I have no doubt he will be leaving us soon to move in with her, I still feel like I need to help, but everything I do, everyone in the house just ignores."  Mr. Evans looks up, and rubs his chin.

"Yes," he starts typing away at his keys once more then glances up, "and what about your school life?" He asked looking at Sophie carefully.

"Well," she breathed, "grades are still shitty, social life is shitty, classes still shitty, so I would say alright." Mr. Evans looked at her with narrowed eyes.

"What did I say about cursing in my office, and well what about that boy you told me about?"

"Who," she answered confusingly.

"That, uh, Layne guy," he thought, "I think that's his name."

"Oh," She realized, "Dylan, he's . . . something different," Mr. Evans looked puzzled.

"But you said-" Sophie cut him off.

"I know what I said," she looked at the time.

"I have to get going, go pick up my mom and take her to bingo," Sophie said while standing up.

"Okay Sophie, same time next week, okay?" She nodded, "alright call me if you need anything". With that, Sophie left the office to go to the bridge, the bridge that would end it all.