The bell rang signaling the second day of school. The first hour she was a teacher assistant for Biology. This was the only class she would not have Dylan. After she had finally figured out the classes which she did have him, she groaned. How could she avoid someone she spend most her day with? She would have to be exclusively social, meaning she would have to surround herself with her friends and hope Dylan would not attempt conversation.
Four class periods she managed to avoid him. When the bell rang for lunch, she saw Dylan heading for her. She lengthened her stride, hoping he could take a hint. A deep laugh sounded from beside her. "Are you avoiding me?" He sounded genuinely amused. When she looked at him she saw his eyes sparkling. She smiled and shrugged. "May I sit next to you today?" He looked so hopeful and earnest. She nodded and mentally groaned. Now she would have to be civil and polite.
Lunch turned out to be fun. Dylan asked her questions and she asked questions in return. He had made her laugh and smile. She was surprised by how attentive he was. He ignored all the other girls and had smoothly dismissed those who openly flirted with him. Which made her like him all the more. She tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach whenever he gave her certain looks. Looks that made her feel like he wanted to know everything about her. He was different from any other guy she had ever known and she knew it would be hard to resist him.
On the way to sixth hour Dylan grabbed her text books from her. Shooting him an irritated glare, she was surprised when he cut her off. "Go to the movies with me." She gaped at him. "What?" He chuckled, amused. "Come with me to the movies tomorrow." I stared at him, confused. "Why would you want me to go with you to the movies? I`m sure you know where the theater is located." They reached their English class and he sat in the chair next to her. "Deadwood doesn't exactly have much to do, you know. There's the theater and the park. There are a few stores and a few restaurants. So, I figured we could go to the theater and maybe supper after. What do you think?"
She shook her head, annoyed. He was avoiding the question. "Dylan. Why do you want me to go with you?" The teacher walked in and started passing out worksheet packets. "Don't friends spend time together outside of school?"When she looked at him she saw him struggling to keep a smile off his face. She mumbled about idiot boys who couldn't take a hint. He started laughing, drawing the attention of the whole room. "Care to share?" The teacher asked. I stared at the paper in mortification.
"May agreed to go to the movies with me tomorrow, Ms. Johnson. Sorry to interrupt class." Horrified, I glared at him. "No, I did not!" Snickers rang through the room. "I think this needs to be resolved outside of my class. If that won`t work, I know a place you can discuss your issue." I shook my head knowing she meant the office. "It will be resolved later, Ms. Johnson." She nodded and started a lecture about the book we would start reading and the project we would have to do over it. I glared at Dylan for the rest of the hour. …
My shoulders shook with my amusement from the eyes I could feel glaring at me. May was going to be a lot of fun. She was feisty, stubborn, and determined. May was different. Nobody had ever questioned by I to take them somewhere or do something with them. They had been more than happy to just go along. When he looked around the room, he noticed there were more than a few worried looks being passed around. Girls and boys alike were looking between him and May. May was staring at her notebook like she wanted to disappear.
There was something he wasn't aware of, and there was nothing Dylan hated more than not being aware of all the details. Why May purposely avoided him, and why everyone seemed worried nagged at him. He would call his supervisor in the morning and see if there was anything that got left out of the files. Until then he would have to figure out how to get May to go to the movies with him.
At the end of the day he walked May to her car again. He leaned against her door, keeping her from climbing into the car. She cocked her hip, and glared at him. Ever since the incident in English, she had been cold. He had just about had it. "I`ll pick you up around four thirty. That should give you time to get ready." I see Bree and Max heading towards us. "Look, Dylan, take a hint. I don't want to spend time with you. We can`t be friends, or homework buddies, we can`t go out, or anything. Okay?"
Max walked up to May and tugged on her sleeve. She looked down at him and her face softened in concern. "What`s the matter kiddo?" He looked at her pleadingly. "I don't feel good." May crouched down in front of him and stroked the hair out of his face while putting her hand to his forehead. "Alright. Let`s get you home." May got in the car and started it. When Max walked around to the other side, he slipped Dylan a note. With a warning glance, he got in the car. After they had left, he opened the note.
She won`t hang out with you, even if she wants to. She is scared. I think she likes you, but she will never say it. I can`t tell you why, because it`s a secret. I can`t tell anyone, but lots of people already know. They won`t tell you why either.
He stared at the note. Why was May scared? What was the secret? He got in his car and drove to his house. When he got to his room, he pulled out his phone and called his supervisor. There was something going on that wasn't right. He had to get close to May to do his job. How could he do his job if she wouldn't talk to him or hang out with him? Even as he thought it, he knew that wasn't the only reason he wanted to know what was going on. He wanted to help May.
"Hey. Is there something that got left out of my reports about May?" He heard a sigh. "Dylan, I don't know. We were given those files from someone high up. We were told not to ask questions and nobody has. This case you`re working? We didn't assign it to you. I`m afraid what you have is what you got. You`re going to have to work this one by yourself."