Noticeable

Chapter 3

MEANWHILE

At school, Dylan and I text throughout the day. Basically the whole "getting to know you" conversation. As in " What do you like to do? What kind of music do you like" etc.

I was still confused as to why he was still talking to me..

I hate school with a burning passion. I have no friends, I learn the same thing year after year after year, and teachers think that they control you, which clearly they do not.

Moving from school to school sucks, but moving back to a school where mostly everyone already knows you from the previous years you attended, and yet everyone still ignores and bullies you sucks even more.

Throughout the whole day I drown myself into to my music. Songs like "Take It To The Head by DJ Kahlid" or "I'm On One by Rick Ross" or my ultimate favorite "Money to Blow by Drake"

Thank you Nathaniel Baldwin, for inventing headphones.

I had to work that night. 4pm-11pm. Tired, annoyed and bored out of my mind I stand at my register and take the overweight, crowds orders.

Cow after Pig after Cow, they all order the "same" items. "EXTRA large fry a few Big Macs, a couple of McChickens, with a LARGE soda."Disgusted, I gave them their grub and watch them waddle away.

As I thought I was just about finished with waiting on people, Dylan pops up.

Of course Dylan would pop up. Why wouldn't he just, POP UP?

Knowing that I look disgusting, I freak out. My whole idea about being around guys, was that you had to be perfect. You have to be beautiful 24/7. Which for me, is impossible!

He just looks at me. I could feel his eyes go right through me, as if he was hearing my every thought.

With a smirk on his face, he ordered a strawberry milkshake.

As I make it, I can feel, him staring at my every move.

Outside, I try to act calm. Inside,I'm FREAKING OUT!

He takes the milkshake and leaves. As I start to calm down I recieve a text message. "Even at work, You are still beautiful." I immediately feel my blood vessels in my cheeks dilate , but then I start to over analyze, again...

This HAS to be a joke.

4 more minutes, and I am out of there. I clean up my register, and before you know it, it's 11 o' clock.

I see my dad pull up outside waiting for me, to take me home, because I do not have my license yet. I get home and change into something comfortable.

My phone dings. Who could it be? My friend Jamie? Wait, what friend Jamie?

No, obviously it was Dylan. He wanted to know what I was up too. I absolutely hate texting with a passion. It takes to long and it's just not my style.

So I called him. Don't ask me how and when I got the courage to do so, I just did it.... I must have been high off the grease at Micki Dees to have done this.

He answers. "Hello?"

I honestly wasn't expecting him to. I mean, he was at work. He works at Walmart, as a stock associate. So he basically could and would do whatever he pleased, sort of....

"Ellie, are you there?"

Not knowing what to say... I immediately hang up.

My heart was pounding so intense right now, I thought it was going to break open my chest. My phone vibrates intensively and my heart sinks.... praying that he wasn't calling me back....

Picking up my phone, I stare at the screen, 'Incoming call from Dylan'

I swipe to answer.

"Hello, Ellie? Are you okay?" He said with a concerned voice.

Opening my mouth, not knowing what to say, I studder " uhmm, y-y-yeah I'm f-fine."

"Okay good, you had me worried when you called earlier and didn't say anything when I answered!"

Why does he sound like he genuinely cares....?

"Was there something you needed? Is that why you called me?" he said so smoothly as I laid my head down on my pillow.

"No, I don't need anything... I -I just didn't uhm.. feel like texting.." as I said that I realized that I sound like a little kid who's not sure what type of candy to choose from out of the jar.

"Oh, I totally understand, Ellie! I don't mind talking on the phone with you!"

It was 1 am, and we're still on the phone.. May I remind you that I have school tomorrow. and yet, I didn't care.

Little did I know, that this would become a ritual. Everynight for 2 weeks straight we would talk on the phone continuously.

Until, one night, talking on the phone just wasn't enough. He wanted to hang out on his lunch break. ( 1 am).

I was afraid... but I agreed anyway. I honestly don't know why, I swear he must have manipulated me. So I decided to sneak out of the house...

Looking outside through the living room window, I saw his yellow Monte Carlo in my driveway.

I was scared... I could feel my heart about to explode inside of me.

I wish it did.

Slowly opening the front door, making sure the cat didn't escape, and that it didn't creak. I make my way to his car and get in.

The seats were heated and it was dark. I could barely make out his facial features, but then again I was glad that I didn't have to look him in the eyes.

I'm nervous as hell, and don't know what he is expecting of me I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up because shortly after, he turned on the lights.

He just stares at me.

I finally break the silence and say "What? Why do you always look at me like that?"

Was that rude? Oh well if it was, I was curious and I really don't like him looking at me... it makes me feel vulnerable.. naked.. raw.

He laughs for a split second and responds "Because, I have never seen anyone this beautiful before." I look away, and put my head down.

All I had to say was," Ha, LIES." He put his cold but sweating, shaking hands on my face, and leaned in, and said " I mean it Ellie."

I am simply captured by his words, my heart starts to spin in every direction possible.

I love that he ALWAYS call me by my first name. Everyone would call me El or Lee, I sometimes forget the fact that my real name is Ellie.

He used it so casually, and would never forget to say it. He would always say my name at random times with nothing else.

I liked that.

We were in his car for what felt like an eternity but it was only about 20-30 minutes, talking, about nothing.

I was starting feel at ease for a while until I told him I had to leave, because I had school in 5 hours and needed at least some sort of sleep.

I didn't know how I was supposed to leave. Was I supposed to kiss him? I mean I really wanted to, but not really and I am scared.

He stares at me with big eyes... I think he can hear my thoughts.. or maybe he's having the same thoughts as I am. Shaking my head out of his trans I gather my composure and proceed on getting out of the car.

I end up not kissing him, and just getting out with just a simple "Goodbye Dylan." He tried to say something back but I made sure I shut the door before he could get a single word out.

As I make my way to my room, I replay everything that had just occurred.

I feel pathetic.

What if this is just all a joke and I bought into it. I want to cry.

Tossing and turning in my bed, I know for a fact that I will not be able to fall back asleep. So I take 2 melatonin gummies, and am out in 20 minutes.