Silas's POV
Did that just happen? There's no way she just said that...is there? Who in their right mind would turn me away. GAH! How embarrassing!
'I could do without you in my free time.' HA, we'll see about that.
She couldn't be serious. Usually women are head over heals for me. I mean, I'm hot. Maybe she has a boyfriend and that's why she doesn't think me being around would be beneficial. Yeah, she loves her boyfriend too much to be tempted by me. That makes perfect sense.
"Dylan, does Imogen have a boyfriend?"
Fuck. I did not just ask that out loud!
"Uhm, not that I know of, dude...why?"
"I was just curious."
"HA curious? Why? Did you catch a liking for Ms. Prima Ballerina?"
"Of course not. I have standards."
"Silas, standards my ass. Imogen is hot. Have you seen her or are you blind?"
"I mean, she's okay, but I wouldn't say 'hot' exactly."
No. She's a total babe. I have noticed. Her long blonde hair reaches all the way to the small of her back. She has a china like complexion, long luxurious legs, and a small frame with a perfect rack. I've never been a fan of overly exuberant tits, so her small, apple shaped breast appeal to me immensely.
I'll never admit that though. Not after the stunt she just pulled. I thought it would be nice being paired with her; a fuck at my disposal for a few months, you know?
Wait, SHE DOESN'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND.? And she turned me away so effortlessly. I mean, sure, I was just sitting at the table. I wasn't trying to shove my hand down her pants, but...how is that possi-
"SILAS!"
"What?"
"God damn, where did you go? I thought I lost ya."
"Sorry man."
"It's cool, I'll catch you later"
"Cya Dyl."
Oh, shit. I bet you're wondering who Dylan is. Dylan Montgomery is my bestfriend; has been for years. The reason why I moved to this shit hole of a town. I currently live with him and his lovely mother Catherine.
When I was a kid, I used to stay with them a lot, sleepover...a lot. My home wasn't exactly exemplary. So, when they moved away I was stuck living without them. It was fine for a while, until the resent...incident. After that, I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to leave and Dylan offered me a room.
People don't understand why I "suddenly" befriended such an ordinary guy. With his plain blonde hair, sky blue eyes and tan complection. He's a swimmer, just as I am. Of course, I'm much faster. I'm slimmer and longer. I stand tall whilst he stands at an average 6'1. The only difference between him and any other ordinary teenager is his incredibly kind heart and homosexuality; closet of course.
The only known gay kid at Braxton is Landon O' Donahue and he goes through hell everyday of his existence.
