Leaving Me Behind

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

I hear my door bell ring. I get off my bed which I was previously laying down on to go answer it. I swing it open to find my group of friends all waiting at the door. "Mind if we kidnap you?" Val asks, though I know it's not really a question. I was sitting alone, well laying alone on a nice Saturday afternoon. I guess I really have nothing better to do, so I hop into their car.

"Okay. Make a left." Stacy reads off google maps to Lucy who's driving us to who knows where.

"Where are we even going?" I lean forward and pop my head between the two front seats so they can see me. They ignore me and continue playing map guide. Maybe I should have just stayed home. But no. Being me, I had to get in a car with complete idiots. What a decision. Maybe I'm the idiot.

"No. No. No. No. No." I mumble over and over again as Stacy stops reading directions and Lucy parks across the street. I'm surprised she even found a parking spot. "I have better things to do then stalk some stupid celebrity." I complain.

"No, you don't." Nancy declares and I sigh, knowing she's probably right. Stalking a celebrity would be a better use of my time compared to before, but not talking this celebrity! Everyone piles out of the car but me. They all turn back and give me their best puppy dog faces. Not wanting to be the party pooper of the group, not that I usually am...cough, cough, Lucy... I reluctantly make my way to the group of gathered girls waiting outside the hotel.

We wait a while and I play flappy bird on my phone. 72. 73. 74. Dang it! I'm cut off when the crowd starts to scream and shove. I let them, not wanting to be in the front anyways. A car pulls to a stop near the entrance of the hotel.

Maybe if I just scream and act as desperate as everyone else, I'll blend in. Pfft! Yeah Right! Like that's gonna happen.

Just then, the screaming gets louder. I'm surprised my ears can take it. Out of the car steps out a, I hate to say it but it's true, gorgeous, handsome, stunning man. He's tall and has his hair perfectly quaffed. You can't see his full face because he's wearing his $300 pair of sunglasses, but that doesn't make him any less attractive. He has a cute nose and a killer smile that could make anyone go weak at the knees. He's changed, I think. Last time I saw him he couldn't lift a weight. Now he's all muscly.

"I LOVE YOU DYLAN TANNER! MARRY ME!" the crowd shouts things along those lines, as he slowly makes his way to the front entrance, security behind him.

Trying to make my way out of the crowd, I try my best to civilly make it around all the screaming girls. Instead, I am pushed and shoved some more. "Quit shoving." I yell to the girls around me, who of course aren't paying attention.

Someone shoves me hard and throughout my squabble, I somehow made my way to the front and fell right in Dylan's path. I see expensive shoes approach me and stop. I trace them up to see the one and only Dylan Tanner smiling at me. "Need any help?" he asks politely, extending a hand.

I know better than to act any different from all the other girls. I will not treat him like a normal person. Dylan likes different. It's how we became such good friends. But I won't give him that. So, I scream. I scream as loud as I can. And I cry. I cry and scream and shriek his name. I grab onto his legs and beg him to be mine. Security rushes and pulls me off and throws me to the back of the crowd, while because of my scene Dylan moves quicker than before. I guess getting to the back of the crowd's easier than I thought. I brush my pants off and wipe the tears off my face.

As the crowd begins to clear, my friends rush towards me. "Are you okay!?" Nancy screams.

"Yeah." I say, still in a daze.

"They didn't hurt you, did they?" she asks, concerned.

"No. They didn't." I clarify.

"Good." As the concerned look disappears, a smug one replaces it. "I never knew you thought about Dylan like that." She says.

"Yeah, man. You cried over him." Val laughs. "Don't worry, if I got that close to him, I would have cried too."

They start going on about how lucky I am and how they're so 'jelly'. I zone out on them.

Why did I cry? It wasn't just because of Dylan, that's for sure. I wasn't crying over him. I was crying over us.