Shy Girl| ✔

3. Well slap my butt cheeks and call me rupaul.

I woke up in pain. I groaned and turned over,

"Ahhhh" I screamed. Dylan was laying on my bed staring at me.

"What the fudge are you doing here?" I ask confused.

"Relax short-fry your brother told me to watch you while he went out with Megan to get you some meds and some soup, which is pretty stupid about the soup because your not even sick but oh well!" he said. he looked so comfy laying there on my bed.

"Where's Mali?" I asked suddenly feeling angry for her lashing out on me!

"Um she's in the other room knocked out." he said calmly. oh ok-wait what!

"What!? what happened to her?" I asked.

"Oh your friend Megan beat her up for you. we all know you couldn't defend yourself." he said with sudden anger. I turned of my back and the awkward silence begun.

"UM..... shouldn't you be in the other room with your girlfriend?" I rush out feeling weird that were so close in the same room.

"Naaaaa, she should be alone. that was totally uncalled for. " he muttered more to himself than me.

"May I ask why she slapped me to death in the first place?" I asked. his jaw tightened and his icy blue eyes turned a little darker.

"Just drop it, nothing happened." he said. ok that was awkward. we continued to sit in silence.

"Umm soooo, are you hungry?" I ask. I mentally slap myself. that was so random. but I know I'm hungry so maybe he wants something to eat also.

"Yes fatty. yes I am." He snickered. I got up from the bed and instantly cringed. this hurt like a mother-trucker. He immediately rushed to pick me up.

"Alright you're not walking. you could fall down and hurt yourself. and if your dead I won't have anyone to tease." he smirked. wow never knew he felt that way (sarcasm coming out again)

He carried me downstairs and sat me down on a stool. he prepared us some sandwiches. screw the soup!!! I was hungry now! Wait, he can cook? he was frying the chicken to make us a chicken sandwich.

"Hey can you cook?" I asked slowly. if he could then I hate to say this, but he would be my life alert.

"No I've just been possessed by Martha Stewart. " he sarcastically says while rolling his eyes.

"Your sarcasm is not needed. So how come you always come around here? It's almost like you live here." I state. his eyes darken a little.

"None of your fucking business" he snapped. and we were back to being cold to each other. well it was good while it lasted.

"Ok sorry didn't know it was a touchy subject!" no need for him to be so cold towards me. he finished making the sandwiches and we both sat at the island stools to eat in silence. it wasn't that awkward though, at Least not to me. I was use to being in the quiet.

"You know if you wanted my attention you could of just said so." Dylan says smirking. ugh why couldn't he actually smile?

"Ugh! get over yourself Dylan I don't even want your attention. if you remember I did tell you to get out of my room." I scowl at him.

"I was just joking, chill. Gosh your so uptight. maybe I can loosen you up a little bit." he wiggles his eyebrows. I shove him slightly, the pervert!

"Loosen me up and you'll get punched in the face!" I growl out.

"Feisty, me likey" he sounded like a cave man. I shake my head. that boy was so stupid it wasn't even funny.

"You couldn't hurt a fly short-fry" he ruffled my hair and I swatted his hand away.