He Found Her.

Chapter 2.

This is going to be another depressing day. I would tell myself that all the time; it was kind of miserable. Each day I had woken up, I found no hope in anything.

"Hey Vin, What's up?" Dylan came approaching me at my locker. I loved when he would visit me, he always made me feel better. "You were just kinda....standing here with your face stuck in a locker. I'm concerned." I didn't want to look his way because I would have cried. I could already feel my eyes tearing up. "Vin, you know you can talk to me, cmon. If It's me, I'm sorry. I know we haven't had much time lately, and I haven't been a best friend but that will change in a few days. Schedule changes, so we may have the same classes, possibly the same lunch." I just want to find a way out, I thought to myself. "Dyl, I want to go home. I don't like school, I don't like the people, not even you so much anymore. I feel like I'm losing it." I really didn't know the best way to explain myself, but I knew he'd understand. "Look, today isn't an important day for me, I'll be in study hall most of the day. We can..ya know, leave school today if you want? Go to the lake." I've never just 'left' school. The thought of it made me nervous, but I could use a break, and some quality time with my best friend.

"Let's go before class starts." Dylan suggested.

We walked out the main doors of the school, walking towards Dylan's jeep. I loved that Jeep. It looked worse since the last time I saw it. It had a little whack paint job, that needed to be redone. I didn't comment out loud. I just kept my thoughts in my head.

"The lake you say? I haven't been there since last time me and mom went to dump dad's ashes." I reminisced. "Yeah, let's not speak on that."
He started the engine, and we drove off.

"So, how have you been? You look.....sick." I didn't like when he said that. Mom had already said I looked like an empty vessel. Anything could consume me. "I haven't really been eating. I've gotten into a bad depression again. I thought I finally had gotten a little better, but I didn't. Ya know, I've been needing you Dylan."

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"Yeah, I know. I've just been super busy with projects and pulling my grades up. My mom said If I didn't, no more anything, and she'd take my car." His facial expression was funny and made me giggle a bit. He made me smile.

"Well, I guess I don't blame you for buckling down then." I smiled at him. I caught myself in a gaze. His perfect lips, spiky hair, his cheeky cheek bones. My best friend shouldn't be my best friend, we should be more. My thoughts began to consume me, and I was leaning into him.

"Vintage, what are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just....I kind of wanted to umm.."

I couldn't get my words out. I felt so embarrassed. My face turned red. I hated when I did that. I just walked away.

"Wait, Vintage." I heard him calling after me, but I didn't turn around. I just kept walking in my embarrassment. I wallowed in my sadness.