Opposites Attract

Chapter 4

I woke up around 5 to my phone alarm going off.

I groaned, throwing the blankets off of me. I was uncomfortable and my back was aching

It took me a second to remember I'm sleeping on Dylan Davis' sofa.

I stood up, stretching and yawning. I made my way into the kitchen and turned on the stove.

I checked the refrigerator, taking out eggs and bacon.

When the stove heated up I placed the bacon on first, when it was done I did the eggs.

My elbow hit the side of the pan, causing me to groan.

"Fuck!" I hissed.

"What's with all the noise, I thought I told you to be gone?" A voice startles me.

I turn to see Dylan with a high bun at the top of her head, rubbing her eyes in a circular motion and yawning.

"My elbow hit the side of the pan." I say, looking down in embarrassment. "and you did, I just didn't listen."

"Ah, been there, done that, don't wanna do it again." She laughs at me mockingly, but then glares at me.

"It's not funny." I whine.

"Yeah, it kinda is." She laughs again.

I roll my eyes jokingly and shoved her lightly, taking the food off of the pan and setting it in the plate. "We're skipping school today," I said and ruffled the top of my hair, biting my lip.

"What are you talking about?" She blinked, a small smile forming before she pushed it away and hid it. "It's Saturday," she said amused as she rolled her eyes, taking a piece of bacon from the plate and took a seat at the dining room table.

"Oh.." I muttered and opened the fridge to get the orange juice. "We have OJ or milk, your choice."

"We? You mean I do?" She looked at me, muttering under her breath.

"I don't get any?" I said, looking at her and groaning.

"Nope, it's my house. It's my food."

"The food that I cooked," I noted, sighing to myself and drumming my fingers on the kitchen table.

She huffed and rolled her eyes, "Yeah. Can you stop doing that?" She asked, annoyance in her voice due to my finger tapping.

I looked at her and sighed. "You woke up on the wrong side of the bed today."

"Whatever," she breathed, throwing the rest of the food on her plate in the trash and walking away.

"Aren't you gonna finish that?" I called out to her.

"Not hungry," she sang, the sound of her bedroom door slamming shut a few moments later.

I rolled my eyes, mumbling to myself. "I just fixed all this."

~*~

"What happened with Danielle after the party?" Matt asked, throwing the baseball up in the air and catching it again.

I leaned back in the leather chair and sighed heavily to myself. "Dylan," I noted before continuing, "is doing fine. I spent the night at her house."

He smirked. "Two girls in one day? Damn."

I rolled my eyes and heaved a sigh of grief. "No, I didn't do anything with her."

Matt widened his eyes and sat up on his bed, looking over at me. "You're shitting me."

"No. I'm not. I don't want to take advantage of her, Matt." I snapped, "She just lost her dad and is on the verge of losing her mom too. I'm not heartless and I don't want her like that. She's different from Dawn and the others."

"Okay, yeesh. I'm sorry. Calm down, man. What's crawled up your ass today?"

I sighed and looked over at him. "My father called when I was on the way to the funeral; I answered but I didn't talk."

"Oh.." he said. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"Yeah, well now you do." I sighed, getting up and grabbing the baseball from him.

"Let's go play," I said, holding the baseball up in my hand and forced a small smile on my face.

~*~

After a long little practice with Matt I ran around the block as my daily workout a few times. I ran around the corner, hearing the padding of my feat hitting the pavement.

I looked upon the driveway of my home, no one. Not really a surprise.

I walked up the front steps of my house, digging for my keys out of my sweat drenched shorts.

Walking into the emptiness of my home was normal, no one was ever hear. No one comes to my house except for Matt, Hell, he's the only one that is allowed.

You're probably wondering, 'What happened to your dad and mom?' well, that's a story for another time.

I walked into the dark living room, switching on the light only to see a figure sitting on the sofa. I stumble back, trying to keep myself up,

"Who the hell are you?" I yell, picking up the item closest to me, a remote.

Silence...

"I said, who are you?!"

The figure just stood up, turning around so I could see the face.

A blonde, the blonde. I put down the remote on the sofa.

"D-Dylan? What are you doing here? How?" I don't remember her ever coming here. she hasn't turned her face all the way for me to see, but I know it's her.

After a while she finally speaks, very softly. "Who is he"

Who's he? He? what?

"Who? Dylan you're worrying me." I said when I didn't know what else to say.

"The man who came to my house after you left, looking for you." She spoke, her voice cracking. "Do you sell drugs or something? Is that what this is? Was you only trying to be my friend for drug money? News flash if I didn't like you why would I give you drug money? Oh, yeah! You "changed", You're "nice"" She rambled on, still hasn't turned around I can hear the pain she's in through her voice. I can't tell if physical pain or emotional, but it was enough to hurt me.

All of these words about drugs and money is going through my head. I never once took drugs. "Woah! Slow the hell down, and back up. I don't do drugs and never will!" I growled, getting defensive.

she turned around all the way. It taking only a moment to capture the horrific bruises on her face that look new, and blood. I rushed over to her, taking her face into my hands looking at her.

her lip was busted and was bloody a little. I wipe all the blood that I could off. she had a cut starting at her forehead ending right under her eyebrow. she has a bruise forming around her eye. that's definitely going to be there for a few days. I can't say anything, I can see the fear in her eyes from this. I can see that she didn't see this coming.

"Dyl.... wh-who did this to you?" I rush, trying not to throw up at the though of someone doing this to her again.

I was just with her, how could I let this happen!

She takes her head out of my hands looking to the side, eyes resting lazily on the floor

"I don't know him, he was older and looking for you. Thats all I know." She said weakly.

I took a step back from her, letting this all sink in. this is my fault, I'm the reason she's hurt and pained.

"It's not your fault. I know that's probably what you're thinking about since you're staring at me like that." She says softly. "This is my fault. I guess I just, actually I don't even know what I did." she continues.

I can't believe the words I'm hearing come out of her mouth. She believes this is all her fault? how could she think that?

"This isn't your fault, not at all." I say as I take her into my arms.