Never in my life have I ever thought I would actually be in Dylan Carter's arms. These things only happen during Chemistry class when I would daydream about him. But never in my life have I ever thought this would happen in real life.
Here's how it happened...
I was carefully walking to the bus stop on my way to school. It had been raining so much and the road is so slippery. The last thing I wanted was to slip in front of everyone who had been waiting for the bus too. But since luck wasn't on my side, I clumsily slipped backwards causing an unpleasant fall.
It's not anything serious. I'm fine since my bag cushioned my fall but as I fell, my dignity went down with me.
"O.M.G. what a loser," one of the bitchy juniors said. Great, as a senior, you would expect respect from the juniors but even they treat me horribly.
I stood up, groaning a little in pain but screamed when I found out that I was covered in mud.
Everybody errupted in laughter. Apart from one person who actually offered me his hand. Dylan Carter.
"Hey, come on," he said lifting me up.
"Ow!" I hissed when he touched my bruised leg. Why do I even bruise so easily?
"Come on, I'll take you home to get changed," he said.
I couldn't speak because I couldn't believe that he was actually talking to me. The only interaction we have ever had before was our random glances at each other during Chemistry and when he asked me for a spare pen that he never returned. But we never had a proper conversation.
He placed my arm around him and carried me home. Right at that moment, I could actually die happily. Surprisingly, he knows where I live. Actually, it's not that surprising since he lives across the street and he must have seen me walking out of the house. And plus, I know where he lives too.
And yeah, now I'm in his arms. It just feels so right.
"Is anyone in?" he asks.
"N-no," I say, still dazed at the fact that he's so close to me.
He nods and I snap back to reality. That Dylan Carter is probably just being nice. That's why everyone at school likes him because he's the full package. He's friendly, nice, athletic and very attractive.
Even though he's single, he's so out of reach.
Because he's Dylan Carter.
"Uhh... you can let go of me now," I say even though I don't want him to let go. "I'm fine. I'm not hurt."
He looks at me for longer than necessary then clears his throat. "Oh yeah, sorry," he says letting me down on the ground. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Y-yeah."
"Alright then, get yourself cleaned up then I'll see you at school later," he says reaching for the door. But I really don't want him to go. Why did I have to say that I'm not hurt? I could have pretended.
Then I got the idea.
"Ughhhhhh!" I groan in fake pain, collapsing on the floor gracefully. Of course, if I'm pretending, I should at least make myself pretty.
He rushes to me. "Are you okay?"
"M-my l-leg."
"You did have a pretty bad fall," he says. "Come on, I'll help you get cleaned."
