chapter three.

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11th may, 2014

it's been nine days since the hand holding thing, and we haven't kissed yet.

no. zenith picks her hand up to erase it when a hand is laid on hers. "don't. "

she nearly screams when she sees dylan behind her. "dylan, what are you doing in my house?" she questioned shakily, the edge of the desk pressing into her lower back as she turned to face him. his warm breath fanned on her as she notices their position.

she had her hand cupped over the eraser when she stood up. dylan had his hand over hers, meaning she was caged in from her right. her body was straightened, upright;  but dylan had stood a bit further then leaned inwards, so now their faces were literally only inches apart.

she couldn't help but notice how he smelled like mint and hard lemon candy.

zenith did her best to inch out of his nearby radius of at least a meter then felt her mattress behind her knees. "you kinda forgot my... um. my lesson?" he stuttered for the first time in their conversation history. probably my position.

"how did you get in?" she asked, slightly more calmly. he jerked his thumb in the direction of downstairs. "you left the door unlocked."

"brilliant. um, i - did you bring the book we were learning from? " she inquired. he shook his head nope. she looked down. why am i not moving?

"i didn't exactly come here for the lesson. my, uh, my sister who's schizophrenic attempted suicide but failed, thank God. i just needed someone to talk to."

longest sentence he's ever said. she nodded and slowly, she stepped across the invisible line that separated them and for the rest of the afternoon,  they sat on the bed with zenith in dylan's arms, both of them silent and against her pillows.

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no school the next day, and that meant work for both of them. zenith had a job as a cashier at a music store. dylan helped out in his uncle's clock shop.

she was off at six, he was off once his cousin came back from his job. that day, he surprised her with a ride home. the legit kind. sheesh.

on the way home, dylan told zenith he was in love with her, and she couldn't even respond.

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