As I'm Letting Go

Chapter 13

Every time, Dylan is the one standing by my locker. Well today, it's going to be the other way around.

I push my way through the swarm of people. Rushing to get to his locker in time. I arrive just as he closes the door. He has a look of surprise on his face. And he should. With the stunt he pulled yesterday, kissing me in the hallway, he better be surprised that I'm even close to him.

"Give me my phone."

"What are you talking about?" Dylan tries to act all innocent, but it's written all over his face.

"You can stop playing the cute and innocent card with me, it's not working. I know you have it. So give it back."

"Again, I don't have your phone."

"Fine, you want to keep it? Go ahead. Then I can get a different, better phone with a new number."

The look on Dylan's face is priceless. He genuinely looks worried. Like his plan backfired. Which...it kind of did.

"Fine, here's your phone back." Dylan unzips his backpack and pulls out my phone.

"Thank you." I take the phone from him and ask, "How did you get it anyway?"

"You dropped it yesterday after running away from me."

"Oh."

We stand there a few seconds longer before I say, "I gotta go."

...

As I'm heading up the stairs to class, my phone buzzes.

"I told you you can't escape me. I'll always be here for you."

I'm not surprised he took my number while he had my phone, but I am surprised he wanted it in the first place. I put his number in my contacts and put my phone away.

...

All day long, his text kept going through my mind. It was killing me. My hands were just itching to respond. But I forced myself to not, saying it's for the better. I know I should stop pushing him away, that I should talk to him. But I know it will end badly. That's how it works. I'm like a bomb, destroying everything in my path. I can't let him be in that path. I just can't.