Him

Chapter Three(Dylan's perspective Deleted)

I never expected to come here. This park of all places. I just got beat up and I ran here? Why? I wondered, and soon enough I found my answer.

The girl was standing, headphones in, swaying to the music. She saw my shadow and jumped.

"What happened?" She asked as she saw my condition.

"Not much." I answered, coughing. I was trying to hide the pain.

She didn't buy it.

"Sit down and let me help you." She said.

I listened and she started to clean up my cuts and all. Then I wondered, why does she have this in her backpack in the first place? As she put anesthetic on my cut I asked,

"Why do you have all of this stuff anyways?"

"Oh no,no,no I ask the questions!" She replied in a micro-second. Man that was cute, I thought.

"What do you want to know?" I asked her. She looked at my wound for a moment before whispering,

"What happened?" I heard her genuine care in that moment and I decided to tell her.

"After you ran out of the party, my friend Jason came over and taunted me. He kept saying how I was a loser and couldn't even get a girl for two minutes. He was pissing me off. I don't handle my anger well so I punched him. He got pissed and threw a beer bottle at me. That's why I have cuts on my face. He got thrown out after that by Liam. Liam is my best friend. He told me we needed to go, so we went outside to his car. Jason punched him in the neck and he passed out. Then he punched me all over before I choked him out. I ran after that because I knew he would get up fast and I ended up here." I explained.

She continued to clean my wounds and I suddenly felt nervous. What if she hates me now? Do I look like some juvenile?

"Say something." I whispered, breaking the silence. "You think I am some juvenile now, don't you?"

she looked up alarmed.

"No I don't." And went back to cleaning. I couldn't help but grin.

"Thank you for doing this. You didn't have too." I started to say.

"I would be cruel if I didn't." She said sweetly. I wanted to glide off that moment.

"Now that I answered your question, do I get one?" I asked flirty-like.

""Sure." She answered lightly.

I thought for a moment.

"Why do you hang out alone in the park?" I asked, dying to know. She looked up at me with shock and what looked like pain. She turned away from me and I felt her brain yelling leave. I wouldn't let that happen, but I refuse to make her uncomfortable.

"I-I'm sorry. You don't have to answer me." I said suddenly.

"your right." She said turning around." I don't have to explain anything to you. Your a total stranger. I don't even know your name." She yelled.

I quickly moved in front of her so she wouldn't leave. I thought about grabbing her hand, but something told me that was a bad move.

All I could think of was I don't know your name. I need to know your name.

"Dylan." I said randomly. "My name is Dylan." I wanted to slap myself in that moment. How could you say something so stupid?

"Kylie." She said smiling. She smiled. Yes! I thought. The mood was lighter now.

"Well Kylie, what do you say we go somewhere were we won't get rained on." I asked her.

"Okay." she said. I felt her hesitation as we packed up our stuff.