Black Combat Boots

Chapter Eight

The next morning I wake up at around 11:40. I shower and let my hair air dry, in a side braid. I put on black leggings and an Hakunamata crewneck. I put on fuzzy socks and watch TV in my room.

Knock, knock

I slowly get up, making sure to pause the episode of Once Upon a Time. I slowly open the door, then open it wider so Sam could get in.

"Hey, you ran off that day at the park. Are you okay?" He asks sitting on a bean bag.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. I just remembered I had to type a paper for school." I lie easily.

"Oh, kay. See ya." He gets up and walks out.

I finish the episode, then go downstairs to make myself hot cocoa.

I squirt whip cream, sprinkle some cinnamon and put a stick of cinnamon in it. I take a picture for Instagram.

I go to my room, and fall asleep after my hot cocoa.

•o•

I wake up alarm clock blaring music. I go to my closet to get an outfit for today. It's getting really, really cold. I put on a light tan tee-shirt, skinny jeans, white tank top under it, brown leather jacket over it and skinny jeans. To mix it up I wear my brown riding boots. I slip a long necklace with a black cross pendant over my head. Since my hair had been in a braid all night last night, it's all wavy.

I grab my backpack and my car keys. Downstairs I grab a couple strawberries and a granola bar. I eat it in my truck as I drive to school.

At lunch

I sit with Jay in a back table.

"What'd you do Saturday night?" He asks randomly.

"I went to the party you told me about," I shrug.

"I saw you," he glares.

"Um, Kay?" I raise an eyebrow.

"With Luke's arm around you," he snaps.

"Yeah...so?"

"Then I saw him walk into a room later that night."

"With a blonde."

"...oh."

"Why would you care anyway?"

"I may be his friend but that doesn't mean I don't want you hooking up with him."

"Why not?"

"Because...because...because I said so!"

"Wow! Great reasoning! Guess I'll just follow your ever will!!"

"You should!! Sometime you're so stupid and get hurt! If you listened to me you would never have to go through that!"

"I was stupid because I let my parents and James protect me in a car crash?? Sorry I had no control over their will!!" I yell, I storm out of the cafeteria. Aware of everyone's eyes following me. I hear someone's chair scrape the floor, and their footsteps following me.

"Dylan.." I turn and see Luke.

"I really don't want to deal with you." I sigh.

"I'm not here to fight, you were pretty steamed and I want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm not okay! I haven't been okay since he died." I tear up. God, I've cried so much lately.

"It's okay to cry every once and a while. You've just been thinking about it a lot lately." Luke reads my mind.