I Was Sent To A Delinquent School

If The Devil Was Real

You know all things considered I was actually pretty shocked when I woke up the next morning. I mean he wasn't there anymore but this really made me question my sanity.

Did I fall asleep with the baddest bad boy?
Did I kiss him before too?
Did I read him the great gatsby?

All these questions going on that were leading me to believe it was some sort of dream. I mean I never had a boy in my room before. And last I remember I was so angry with Evan if I saw his face again I probably would have thrown up.

That's disgusting but you know what he really disgusted me.

I sat up and ran a hand through my tangled mess of hair and swung my legs over the side of my bed.

That's when the opened notebook on my nightstand caught my eye.

I quickly picked it up, accidentally dropping the pen onto the floor.

In clean handwriting, My proof that last night happened was all on paper.

"Hey kit.

I enjoyed our night.

Sorry about leaving figured your parents wouldn't be too hyped to see a guy in your bed. Hah.

By the way.

I've taken your Precious Gatsby book.
If you want it back come back to my house. Our spring break isn't over yet. 

- Evan"

I couldn't keep my lips from curling into a smile. You know that dumb smile everyone gets when someone they like finally notices them. Only I have no idea why I even had this stupid smile. He's given me more attention than I've wanted. Definitely upset me more so. But I couldn't get over how sweet he was just last night. And how gentle. I almost completely forgot how much of a jerk he actually is.

Almost.

I stood up and folded up the note and slipped it into my nightstand for safe keeping. Safekeeping for what? I can't tell you I don't really know I just know I want to keep it safe. For some stupid reason.

I stretched my arms upward and let out a heavy sigh grabbing my bag again and stuffing it with clothes. I figure I may as well go back for my book at least. But I pray Evan got rid of silver somehow. Something tells me she wouldn't go easily though.

I went downstairs and told my parents I simply felt like I didn't belong and them thinking their only child has become a failure let me go assuming I'd be back at delinquent school. A plus parenting. Just assume your kid will never ' change'. What happens when I have to go back home and go back to school? They can't treat me like a delinquent forever.

But I guess this is how Evan and everyone at that school feels. Like they'll never belong so they never end up changing because they don't see a point in it if no one will ever see them as anything else.

I guess going to this school I learned a lot about the people I've been so afraid of.

I sighed and rang the doorbell to Evans large house pushing back and forth on my heels. I tried to convince myself I was only here to get my book back but let's face it. I wanted to see Evan again and spend our remaining days of spring break with him.

God I was a sucker for the bad boy just like everyone else. I felt so typical especially since everyone who knew Evan had some sort of liking towards him. Or total hatred but Rory was the only one I know who would shoot him any chance she got.

I smile when I saw the door open but it soon fade to complete shock and horror.

Silver stood there and boy did she not look happy. She looked like someone just told her her favorite band was trash and burned their merch right in front of her. I swear if the devil is real and he had a daughter this would be her.