How Dax Met Stella

02: Home of The Bulldogs

Chapter Two:

Home of The Bulldogs

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"He just brought her over?" Kyle asks me the next day, eyes wide open in shock as we walk to our next class. The hallways are jam packed with kids running around and the Bulldogs hogging up the main hall as they walk hovered around each other. Dodging them may just be the most difficult thing ever if you don't press yourself against the lockers when they walk by because in a quick instance, they begin playing roughly with each other.

I nod my head a Kyle giving him back my attention. "Yeah. And it's not that I don't want him dating because I do, eventually he'll need to find someone again but... I..." I heave a sigh, "I just didn't think it would happen so abruptly or that he would bring her over one night and not give me a heads up or something. It caught me so off guard."

"Well is she at least hot?" Kyle asks licking his lips.

I shoot him a death glare and slap the back of my hand against his chest as he surges a small laugh. "She's pretty. And oh my God does she cook good." Kyle wears an impressed and satisfied face before our conversation and attention is completely disturbed.

"Who are we?!" Dax shouts, leading The Bulldogs down the hallway. There are bags under his eyes and his energy isn't as high-spirited as he was before though it's enough to fool everyone around him. Not me though, I can see that there's something wrong. Either he has insomnia and can't sleep, or he must be going through something that's keeping him awake.

"We are The Bulldogs!" The football team cheers behind him. It's like they're a pack of wolves who never leave each other's side. They're always together, cheering each other on and I guess that's what true friendship looks like. As they shout the chant repeatedly whilst walking down the hallway and it get's louder and louder, Kyle and I know it's time.

We step to the side and lean against the lockers watching the madness that is The Bulldogs walk by. They do this chant every Friday they have a game to get everyone and the team hyped up. For what feels like a split second as Dax is shouting the words "Who are we?!" And he's approaching Kyle and I, his eyes land on mine before he switches them over to Kyle. I can see it in the way they quickly pull their gazes away from each other there was something they had between them. As if they had a falling out. And then as quickly as he approached us, he's past us now and we're left trying our best to not get run over by the rest of the team.

When they're finally gone and ahead of us, we can still hear their voices echoing through the halls. This usually last about ten minutes or so. Always.

"What was that?" I ask Kyle feeling my eyebrows knit together.

He looks at me with a confused look, "What was what?"

Seeing the confusion in his face mirror mine causes my mind to fog up. I look down from him, my eyebrows still knitted together. "That look. I saw that." He shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders, but doesn't say anything. "C'mon Kyle, what was that?"

"It was nothing alright. Leave it alone." He strictly tells me, almost yelling out the words. He casually glances around to make sure no one around heard his sudden outburst and then takes a turn into his first period classroom, disappearing behind the door.

I continue walking to my science class, taking my time because the period doesn't start for another ten minutes. Usually Kyle and I would loiter outside his classroom if we ever made it too early to first period, but since he's decided today he doesn't want to do that, I don't stand around to wonder why. Reaching my room, I saunter past the door and sit in the front where I usually do. Since I have nothing to do for the next few minutes, I swipe open my phone and start scrolling through my social medias, swiping up on the posts of people from Colorado.