The Art Of You And I

Chapter ten: The truth.

I woke up with a jolt. I sat up slowly on my bed when I noticed the time. It was 9 30 in the morning. Crap! I just missed school.

I groaned. What the hell was wrong with me? If it hadn't been for that nightmare, I wouldn't have woken up from my never ending slumber. My phone started to ring so I grabbed it to check who it was. Jessica. I answered it.

"Hey, Jess."

"What the hell. Why aren't you in school? You do know that if you keep missing classes, you won't be able to graduate, right?"

I groaned. "I know that. I'm sorry, it's just my stupid alarm. It didn't wake me up."

She sighed. "Well, get your ass over here. I don't care if you missed one third of the day. I have to talk to you."

"About what?"

"I'll tell you in school. Bye!" And she hung up.

I sighed and got up groggily from bed and made my way into the bathroom to take a shower. After I scrubbed my hair and skin raw, I started brushing my teeth as I stared at my ghostly appearance. Damn, I'm so pale with my dark, dark eye bags. I don't usually put make up, but for today, I needed to put concealer underneath my eyes because they just looked horrible.

I opened my wardrobe to look for an outfit for today. I decided on a striped black and white T-shirt and light blue jeans. After I blow dried my short hair and patted it down, I set off down the stairs while putting on my white vans. With my messenger bag slung over my shoulder and my Keys in hand, I set off towards school in my car.

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I raced down the school hallways, while searching for the right class. I have to hurry to calculus before the period ends-

Rrrriiinnggg!

I stopped in my tracks with a breathless gasp. I put my hands on my hips and looked around as students started to pile into the now packed hallway. Great. Now I missed third period. I sighed and took out my schedule.

It's been almost two months and I still can't remember what I had on fourth period, Wednesday. After I double checked my schedule, I went over to my locker to take out my French books. As I was putting in my locker combination, an unfamiliar figure leaned into the locker beside me. I looked up to find the same boy from last night's party.

I smiled in recognition. "Hey, you're the one who gave me a drink last night at Alex's party!"

He grinned back. "Yes, and me not knowing your name has been bugging me ever since last night."

I rolled my eyes as I opened my locker. "I thought everyone knew what my favorite color was at this point."

He laughed. "It's a small town, its true. But I wanted to catch your name exclusively from you."

I laughed. "Skylar Evans."

"Dylan Quinn." As I took out my French books, he pointed at it. "Do you want me to walk you to your class?"

I shook my head. "It's fine. I think I can manage."

He shook his head and smirked. "I'm not taking no for an answer. Besides, you're new here. So you probably faced some nasty rumors about yourself. I just wanted you to know that there are nice people in this school."

I rolled my eyes. "Alright, then. Come along."

He dramatically pumped his fist as we started walking towards the direction to French.

"So," he began. "Why would you want to come to a small town like Amberville?"

I adjusted my books. "I used to live in England and New York. This was my parents' home town, so we decided to settle down here for my senior year." I said. It was partly true. He didn't need to know the rest.