Why?

Hate

Myles :

I'm in Shakes and Ladders, the School's new drink bar, with Dylan.

We kiss and she grins up at me.

"This year is going to be the best! You're in charge of the Football Team, I'm Head Cheerleader! It's perfect!" she squeals.

I grin back.

We sit on the table, legs stretched out.

A blonde haired girl walks in and buys a drink.

Dylan stretches her legs out, and I watch in horror as the blonde girl trips, falling on top of me.

We lay there in shock.

" Hey! Get off my boyfriend! Did you all see that? That brat tried to kiss my boyfriend!" Dylan shrieks.

Wait, what?

No she wasn't, Dylan tripped her!

The girl scrambles up, "No I didn't! I was just getting a juice! I promise!" She trails off as everyone moves in, glaring at  her.

I feel really sorry for her.

"So how do you explain that?!" Dylan continues. "You were ON TOP of MY boyfriend!"

The girl looks at me. "Why don't you ask him?"

"OK," Dylan looks calm. "We will."

She moves towards me. "Lie or we're over." she mutters.

I really don't want to break up with Dylan.

"Uh... um... uh.."

Dylan nods, encouraging me, "It's OK. You can tell the TRUTH." She pointedly looks at the poor girl.

"Sorry," I mouth to her.

"Yeah, um," Dylan blows a kiss. "She tried to kiss me! I don't even know her! AND I have a girlfriend." I say, putting my arm around Dylan.

The girl is stood in the middle.

I can only describe the look she gives me as pure hate.

I look at the floor.

The girl walks away.

"Why did you do that?" I ask Dylan, angry.

"Did you want her to ruin our relationship?! I saw the way she looked at you," Dylan said.

If she saw that, I can just hope she didn't see the way I looked at the girl back.