At the cafeteria, some of the students are looking in my direction. I let my hair fall on the side of my face.
"She's that girl, right?" I hear a girl says behind me.
The line in getting food is taking so slow. I want to get out of here already.
"She's the one." Then I feel a tap on my shoulder. I slightly turn. "Hey."
Cautiously, I say, "Hi."
"What's your name?" girl with blonde hair asks.
"Zoey," I mumble.
She smirks. "Nice name, Zoey. So, you and Dylan?"
I shake my head and move forward. Once I have my food on my tray, I immediately walk to my usual table but I'm not able to reach it. Someone trips me. I lost my balance and the tray fall on me. The juice soaks my clothes and the sandwich separates its contents. I hear snickers around me. Instead of running off, I pick up the tray and clean what I can before heading to the tray stand to put it. I casually walk out of the cafeteria without letting a single tear run down to my face.
Just then, the door opens and a laughing Dylan enters. He sees me and all I can do is stare back, saying through my eyes, This is why I don't want to talk to you.
"Wha—" He's about to say but I shove him out ofthe way.
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Conversations with Dylan
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