Don't Believe What You See

Chapter Nine

Delilah woke up at 7:30 in the morning to get ready for school. She grunted and slammed her alarm clock off. She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and got up to get ready. To get to the bathroom she had to jump over a dead dog lying in the middle of the floor, but she knew it was only her mind playing tricks on her. After she got out of the shower, got dressed, and put on her makeup, she checked her phone. She had six unread messages, all from Drake.

"Hey"

"Do you want to go to breakfast?"

"Delilah?"

"Where are you?"

"Don't act like you can ignore me!"

"I'm not leaving!"

Drake and Delilah have been talking for a couple weeks now, but they're not officially dating yet. They don't know why, they flirt all the time, but they haven't been dating, just friends. Friends who flirt. That works.

"Relax Drake! I will go to breakfast!" Delilah texted back.

"Good, meet me at Bob Evans in twenty minutes beautiful," Delilah walked out the door staring at her phone, blushing.

***

Hey," Delilah said when she saw Drake sitting at a table.

"Hey," Delilah looked down and saw a strawberry smothie and chocolate pancakes sitting in the spot where her seat was.

"How did you know this was my favorite?"

"Because I know you too well," Drake said, making the girl across from him giggle.

***

"Hunter!" Delilah tried to catch up with Hunter, but he has longer legs and was using them to run from her.

"Hunter! Will you slow down?"

"What do you want?" Hunter snapped.

"What has been up with you lately?" Hunter has been like this ever since she told him that she was hanging out with Drake.

"Nothing, I just want to know why you're chasing after me."

"Maybe because Grace isn't here, I don't talk to Jack, and you're my best friend? Are those reasons good enough for you?" Delilah didn't get it, why was he acting like this? He has never snapped at her like he just did.

"Sure, whatever. Look I really need to go, bye." Then, Hunter speeded away. Leaving Delilah standing alone in the hallway.

***

Delilah layed on her bed staring at the ceiling while a million thoughts raced in her mind. But, surprisingly, she only had one question, why was Hunter like this? She's never seen him this upset. He hasn't truly talked to her in a couple weeks, which is the longest they've ever gone without talking. Was it because of Drake? Did something happen to him? Is he having trouble at home? Okay, so maybe she had more than one question. She was truly worried for him, if he didn't talk to Delilah, he didn't talk to anyone. She picked up her phone and tried to call him over ten times, but every time she just got voice mail.

Every time except for the last.

"What?"

"Hunter! Why haven't you been talking to me? Why haven't-"

"Look, just leave me alone," Delilah could hear the straining in his voice and the stuffed up nose, he's been crying.

"What's wrong," she asked barely louder than a whisper. He simply hung up the phone. So, she called him again. He answered, but all she heard was loud sobs, almost like he was screaming. He was sobbing so loud his throat had to hurt, there was no doubt about that.

"Hunter?" She called his name with concern. Again, not louder than a whisper.

"What? I thought I hit ignore!" Then he ended the call and Delilah stayed on the phone, listening to the ringing of the dial tone as she sat there wondering what could break Hunter. Because it was obvious, Hunter was broken.