Dylan left me at home, I invited him in, he said he did not want to disturb me in what I had to do, but that he would pick me up from school tomorrow.
I went into the house and started to pack things: I washed clothes, washed the dishes, vacuumed, collected garbage and prepared things for the next day's classes. After all this, I took a shower and went straight to bed.
The next day, I woke up early and packed a bag with things I would take to Dylan's. I got dressed and got things to go out. Halfway there, I met Ethan:
"Hi, beautiful."
"Hi, Ethan."
"How was your day yesterday?"
"Good and yours?"
"It could've been better."
I did not answer it and we walked in silence to the school. When we arrived, I went straight to the teachers' room and Ethan to the third-year class:
"See you in class."
The class was quiet, but tiring because I had to spend the whole morning with Ethan's class. When the class ended, I dismissed everyone and started to pack things, and received a message from Dylan:
"I'm waiting for you outside. Don't delay."
I had not noticed, but Ethan was standing next to my table:
"Are we going out today?
"I can't, I have an appointment."
"It's up to him, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is."
I turned my back on Ethan to erase the board, and he caught me by the arm:
"What is happening?"
I could not even answer, because Dylan came into the room and grabbed Ethan by the collar of his shirt and pulled him away from me:
"What do you want with her, you brat?"
"I just want..."
"You better keep your distance from her, or you..."
"Or you what?"
"Or we are going to talk seriously, and you won't like it."
"Dylan, please release him."
Dylan was furious, and Ethan was defiant. I asked Ethan to leave, and then I faced Dylan for a few long seconds. Ethan left. I approached Dylan, who was still on the adrenaline rush, and said:
"Dylan, he's already gone. Let's go."
A few seconds later, Dylan looked at me:
"Let's go."
***
On the way to Dylan's house, we went in silence. When we were near his house, I heard him take a deep breath and say:
"I'm sorry. It's that..."
"It's all right."
"It's just that when I see that boy next to you, I lose my grip."
"I need to talk to him about this."
"If you don't speak to him, I will."
"Let me talk to him."
Dylan parked the car in front of his house:
"I don't want to lose you."
"You won't lose me."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
***
"You can use the bathroom in my room to change."
"I don't know where your room is."
Dylan took my waist and turned my back on him. He leaned against me and started to guide me to his room.
"Ready. Here we are. You can feel free, and I can stay here to help you, if you need to."
"Funny."
I put one of my hands on his chest, and gently pushed him out of the room and closed the door. Five minutes later, I left the room and he was also ready: me in a bikini and a white transparent T-shirt, and him in a white T-shirt and black shorts. He took me by the waist, and said:
"Whoever told you that your body is ugly must have some serious vision problem. Let's go to the pool. I want to see you without that shirt."
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When I met you
RomanceA girl convinced she was born to love and be loved. A boy trying to forget the past, only this way he will love and be loved. A story that shows two people after their love story.
