Don't Love Me, Love Her!

Chapter 22

Dylan POV

France Washington.....

I combed my hair with my fingers staring at her.

"Dylan....." she smiled nervously.

"Greeting" I bowed.

"Greeting......"

I came closer to her.

"You got something in your hair" I took out a blossom in her hair.

"Thanks" she pushed me further from her.

Paris played a match with me.

"Awe you are too good!" she wined.

France glared at me as I stared at her.

"Dylan, France is.....not your type" Paris smiled nervously.

"My type?" I became confused.

"Paris are you telling Dylan to date me?!" France said angrily.

"Well he is a sweet guy" Paris sighed.

"What are you guys talking about?" I looked at them.

They both sighed at me looking at me in a weird way.

"Dylan do you like France?" Paris smiled weirdly.

"I don't know"

"What kinda answer is that?!" France shook me.

I suddenly laughed.

"You can laugh!" they became frightened.

"It's just funny how..." I pointed at France.

"You have potential of getting girls die over you" Paris smirked.

"Die?" I became confused.

"This guy......" France glared at me.

I took out one of my favorite books and gave it to Paris.

"Thanks!" she smiled.

I smiled back at her.

"Woah nice smile!" she became frightened.

I looked at France as she hid her face from me.

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France POV

I sat down beside Paris in our bedroom.

"You know he's sick" she smiled softly.

"Dylan?" I asked.

"Yea, he suffers from leukopenia" she fixed our bed.

"Oh....." I became worried.

"He lives by himself his mom and dad died in a car crash"

"That's why he isn't smiling all the time" she sighed.

She smiled as she took out a manga.

"He was very hyperactive and crazy before all of that happened I even had a crush on him" she laughed.

"Really?" I laughed.

"But....it's sad he has changed" her face dramatically changed.

"Please try to be nice to him" she spoke softly.

"I will" I smiled softly.

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"France" Dylan's voice came from the behind of me.