Being Mute

Chapter 25 ❤️

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Well I wasn't sure exactly what to do. I was dumbfounded by what happened. I wasn't sure how to even approach anything.

But I felt super confused. Dylan talked to Miles about me like he knew I am Miles mate. Did he?

Maybe there actually is a reason Miles hates Dylan. Maybe Dylan isn't exactly the person I thought he was.. Or maybe it's Miles. I can see Miles doing something bad and making them enemies.

I don't know but I feel like I trust Dylan more than Miles. But I couldn't just get to Dylan to ask him about everything.

That left me with only Miles to ask, which doesn't sound ideal. I'm not exactly sure if Miles would tell me the truth. And I'm kind of scared of him, especially now.

The whole conversation between Dylan and Miles kept replaying in my head but there was only 2 words that kept getting repeated.

"She's mine." Miles had said, and it made me more happier than I should've been.

I was his, and although I'm sure he doesn't mean it, I can't help but want him to mean it.

I just- well I really wanna talk to him about all of this and I want to know the story between him and Dylan. There's obviously a huge reason why they hate each other, and I wanted more than anything to know it!

But the thought of asking him scared me, so I just fell asleep on my bed.

I woke up the next morning to loud knocking on my door.

I sit up, yawning slightly.

"Jane are you awake?" Miles voice asks.

My eyes go wide and I stand up in a complete hurry. I was still in the shirt and jeans I had worn the night before. My hair was a sloppy mess and I probably had morning breathe.

I run to my bathroom, grabbing the toothpaste.

I squeeze a bit in my mouth, flinching at the taste. I run my hands through my hair, flattening it out. I than grabbed a random hoodie from my closet and slipped it on.

With in seconds I opened the door to Miles.

He wore his own black hoodie and some light blue shorts with some slip on vans.

"Did I wake you?" He asks, concerned.

I shake my head, lying. "Can we talk?" He asks, arching a eyebrow." I nod, moving aside to let him in.

He gives me a slight smile, one that looked very fake. He walks in.

I shut the door behind him, closing my eyes and saying a mental prayer to God that this wouldn't go the wrong way like most of mine and Miles conversations go.

"Look Jane- I don't expect you to exactly listen to me, but I mean it when I say I want you to stay away from Dylan." He says. He looked tired. Exhausted.

I felt bad for him.

"Okay.." I whisper. "Really?" He asks, arching a eyebrow.

I nod.

"On one condition." I add. "What's that?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest. "You have to answer a few questions I have."

He stares at me for a second, his eyes narrowed.

"Fine. I'll answer any question you have." He suddenly steps a few steps closer to me.

He looked down at me, looking vulnerable and it made me a little shocked.

"But I mean it Jane. I want you to stay away from Dylan... Believe it or not- you mean a lot to me." He whispers.

I suck in a deep breathe, feeling a little like jello.

How can he possibly make me feel this way? I don't understand it, what so ever!

"Okay." I nod, feeling compelled to obey to his every demand suddenly.

"You promise?" He asks.

I bite my lip.

Not seeing Dylan? Not getting to get away from Miles if only for a few hours to be with Dylan?

The one person that took my mind off of practically all my stress, well most of it.

It almost feels like Dylan is in a way, an anchor for me. And not having that anchor around? For who knows how long? Maybe forever.

Having no one to be around when Miles decided to be mean to me again? Was it exactly worth it?

I gulp down the lump in my throat and look back up at Miles.

"I promise."