Cracks

Unstable -Dylan's POV

Dylan's POV-

When I heard the chair scrape out next to me I didn't even acknowledge it. I figured it was just Nate, my friend that sat next to me in art, so I didn't even look up from the desk that I was studying in front of me. I was so fixated on mine and Presley's conversation from the few minutes before. How could someone who didn't even know me, know me like she did? She got every single thing right about me and has barely even spoken to me. How did she do that?

I felt mad, sad, intrigued, and embarrassed all at the same time. How did one girl do that to me? I was used to girls like Lindsay who didn't confuse me or make me question anything. Girls like that are easy, predictable.... and stable.

I sighed again. That was the thing though, I could see Presley just as easily as she could see me. She was not stable, she was passionate and unpredictable. It made me realize that maybe I'm not stable either... No, I knew I wasn't stable, that's why I needed someone like Lindsay who was stable. Someone who had a plan. That was the person I needed in my life, not someone like Presley, who could derail my whole future with one look.

"thinking about me?" someone said from beside me. As soon as heard the voice I knew who it was.

I looked up and saw Presley sitting there with her head leaning on her hand casually. Her sunglasses were off and her big black eye was out in the open for everyone to see. Her eye was nasty and bad looking, the more I saw it the more angry I got at whoever gave that to her. Presley might be a hand full and even a bitch, but that was no reason to hit the girl.

People all around the room were staring at her while she was just lazily looking at me. "nope." I lied and turned my attention elsewhere. "what are you doing sitting next to me?" I asked curiously as I looked at Nate who was in a chair in the row in front of us.

"well, the teachers said that I need to start sitting next to you in all of my classes so.... Here I am." She said and leaned back in her chair with a lazy grin. Her smile was very pretty.

I shook my head and involuntarily smiled. what was happening to me? All of my smiles were usually fake, I've always had a pretty decent control over my face and features. A couple conversations with this girl and all of my self-control was suddenly nonexistent.

"ah, you smiled, I'm off the hook!" she said with a laugh. I couldn't help but to let out a short laugh and roll my eyes. "no, seriously, I'm sorry for being such a bitch back there... I was a little on edge from the stupid meeting."

"it's okay, I know you didn't mean anything by it." I stated with a and.

"oh no, I meant every word of it. You let people push you around and make your decisions for you, I just didn't mean for it to be so harsh and I guess it's really not my place to say anything about it. It's your life, if you want to live like a robot then by all means, go for it. You're going to have to be the one that lives with the decisions that are being made for you, not me," She paused and tapped her desk for a second. "I'm just sorry that I was so mean about it, you're a nice guy... I need to be more sensitive to that, for this... partnership? To work, at least." She stated business-like and unsure of what to call our situation.

"friends... we can be friends." I said with a nod and a smile. "I'll try not to take things you say so personal, as long as you try to tone down the bitchiness. I don't mind snarkiness, bluntness, or even rudeness, but bitchy isn't something I can handle."

"why? You get too much of that from your girlfriend?" she asked while sneering at someone who was blatantly staring at her. The person immediately turned away with wide eyes.

"Presley..." I warned with a sharp look.

She let out a short giggle and help up her hands in surrender. "I'm playing... kind of." She said and I gave her an exasperated look. "what? Are you going to sit there and tell me that the way she acted this morning wasn't super bitchy and obnoxious?" she asked lightly.