Chapter ten: I ditch Hunter.
By the time I got out of Biology, I could only hear Dylan Castle's voice ringing in my ears. Not that it was musical like Edward Cullen, or soft and melodious. Instead, it was rough but it had satin edges to it. It had a bit of husky tone and seductive tone too. I guess that is what made his voice appealing and sexy.
Why are you analyzing him so much? My mind asked me.
I am not 'analyzing' him. It is just that I am observant. I retorted.
Whatever. The inner voice went silent.
"Emily?" I heard my name being called out.
"Uh, yeah?" I turned around to see Taylor, Hunter's friend, jogging up towards me.
"Where are you lost?" Taylor asked. He wasn't out of breath, considering he had ran across an entire hallway.
"Nothing. I am not lost anywhere. What's up?" I shrugged it off.
"Ok, well, Hunter told me to inform you that we have a practise football match tomorrow and he got passes."
Yes, this school even had passes for a practise match. Football was treated like a ritual here and the footballers are gods.
Then why was Dylan treated alike? He wasn't in the football team as far as I knew.
"So?" I asked, looking at him, ceasing to stop.
That was rude. I knew that but I didn't mean to be.
"He wanted you to come and watch him play."
"Did he say that?"
"No, but I am sure that's what his intention was. Hunter Dare never distributes passes to random people." He hinted me to walk with him towards the canteen.
"Are you calling me 'random'?" I asked in mock anger.
"No! Sheesh, no. It is looking like I am in a minefield. Just let us eat, all right? Others will be arriving." He looked freaked out. Probably I was not good at acting.
"Ok." I shrugged.
"So you in right?" Taylor asked as he picked up his food tray.
I nodded. "Try and stop me." I grinned.
I ditched Hunter. I know that was a real bad thing to do but it was important.
Samantha has equal importance in my life as Hunter does. It was right when I was stepping out of teacher's room. I was tired and exhausted and my mind was suggesting me to dike Hunter but of course, I would not be a bitch like Rebecca. If her head was aching, she would dump everyone there and go home. No matter whom it was. Even Jake for that matter. She never loved anyone more than her.
What was I doing in the Teacher's room? Well, let us say that everyone thinks me to be the 'Goody-two-shoes' of the school and even the teachers assume that I would have no problem in helping them out.
Does 'Goody-two-shoes' have no social life?! Part of my mind, the tiniest part possible, was wondering what Dylan Castle would be doing right now. I know it was absurd for me thinking about him. I mean, I never even thought about Hunter so much but there was something different in this person and I mean bad different. Yeah, not pleasantly different, absolutely not. He is a guy who flirts with the first girl he finds appealing and loves to irritate girls who despise him. No, I am not talking about myself at all. (Note the sarcasm.)
Therefore, I was stepping out of the Teacher's room when I saw Samantha going towards the Ladies room. There was something different in her body language. Something not good, I could tell. Therefore, I did what every best friend would do. I ran behind her towards the washroom.
"Samantha?" I whispered when I saw her splashing water on her face and wiping her face with a pink tissue. She was completely red.
"Oh, hey Emily." She gave me a tiny smile through the mirror.
"Are you alright?" I moved towards her.
"Absolutely, what's wrong with me?" She turned towards me and kept the tissue in her bag.
"Are you...are you crying?" I said loudly. I felt like pinching myself for that.
"Announce it to the world, will you?" She muttered. Her eyes turned red and she immediately turned her back to me.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I'm stupid. What's wrong?" I quickly reached towards her side, trying to comfort her.
"It's..." Her voice broke. I felt her near to the verge of breaking down.
"You know, it's said that it's the best when the problem is shared." I tried to comfort her. She closed her eyes. I felt her tremble under my arms.
"Of course not sharing your boyfriend or husband." I said, trying to lighten the already tense atmosphere. It worked. I saw her cracking a smile. It was lame but maybe that's why it worked.
Sometimes in the times of darkness even the tiniest flash of light can work wonders.
"And you are my unbiological sister. You can tell me anything." I said in a sincere voice.
"I know." She managed to say, "And I love you for that but...I need to build up that much of courage and currently I am not strong enough." She sniffed.
"Ok, we'll talk when you are ready." She nodded.
"And of course you can call me whenever you want." I said as we were stepping outside the washroom.
"Actually I was planning on coming to your place." She teased half-heartedly but I was glad that she at least made the effort to.
"Funny." I muttered but grinned and she grinned back. It felt nice to see her smile. No matter it has been only three months since we have known each other but our friendship was already strong, quite strong.
"So, what do you want to do now?" I asked her.
"Uh...how about just hangout? Loiter and skulk and just do some roaming at the mall?" She suggested after the small argument we had on taking the wheel.
"Cool." I accelerated.
"And do some window-shopping while we are at it." She added quietly.
"No!"
"You are coming." She said in a firm voice as she switched on the radio.
Baby you light up my world like nobody else!
The way that, you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed
Girl when you smile at the ground, it's hard to tell
You don't know
You don't know your beautiful!
We spent like three hours at the mall. Out of which, I was Samantha's doll to be played with. She made me wear several dresses. I had to try on 'n' number of shoes and course, make-up. In short and sweet version, I was tortured.
Moreover, this is how I ended up ditching Hunter.
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