The Fighters

Chapter 3

SONG - "The Reason" by Hoobastank 

Dylan POV

The next day I woke up to constant knocking on my door. I groaned, my muscles and body exhausted from yesterday morning.

"Dylan! Get up you little piece of shit! Do I have to come in there?" My mother yelled through the closed door. I heard the handle start to twist open, and I could feel my heart rate speed up.

"No! No Mother, I'm up!" I replied, worry clear in my voice. After a minute I heard her footsteps retreating, and I rushed to the door to lock it. Looking around my room I sighed, it was nothing like your average teenage bedroom. The walls were white and bare, not a poster or photo in sight. A plain baby blue bedspread was ruffled on my bed, and there was a desk in the corner that only had my laptop and homework sitting on top.

It was plain. But I couldn't risk putting anything of mine up on the walls or on my desk. Besides, only one year left here, then I could leave this hellhole for good.

I heard my name being yelled again and I knew I had to hurry up before they came up here. I quickly hopped into the shower, already feeling refreshed, and relieved that they didn't come into my room this morning.

Today was going to be a good day. I was going to make sure of it.

"Blaise can you please leave me the bloody hell alone!" I whispered yelled as he followed me down the school hallway, earning a few odd looks from other students. He had been at my side since the moment I walked into the building.

So much for a good day.

"No."

"Arghh!! You're so infuriating!" I yelled, flailing my arms around in expiration.

"You're infuriating."

"You're such an ass."

"But a hot ass." He smirked,

"Oh look! You're a jerk too!"

"A jerk that thinks you're beautiful."

I was about to reply with a snarky remark, until his words registered in my head.

"What?" I asked, turning around, which obviously startled him because he ran straight into me.

"Ummm..." He scratched the back of his head, which I realized he did when he was nervous, and I saw a faint blush appear on his cheeks.

"Awww, the notorious Blaise James is blushing... because of a girl?" I teased.

"It just came out... it's... it's not like it's true or anything..." He stumbled over his words. The playful smile on my face suddenly dropped, and I turned around ready to walk to my class.

"Wait! Dylan... I... I didn't mean that."

I stopped walking, and turned around. By now everybody had gone to their morning classes, so it was just the two of us in the empty halls.

"Don't worry Blaise," I spat, "I don't need your pity. After all, who would like a dull, depressed, abused girl like me anyways, huh?" With that I turned on my heal and left him there.

But not for long, because before I knew it I was being pushed into a spare classroom. I felt a hot breath on my shoulder, "Dylan... don't say shit like that." Blaise whispered.

"Get off me! I don't even know you, and yet here you are showing more concern than anyone ever has! For 8 years no one has even suspected anything about what goes on in my personal life, and then you come bumping into me asking if I'm ok, and me being a stupid, stupid girl thinks that you might actually care! Then you go calling me beautiful and making me feel all these things, and haven't even known you for that long. And then there's..."