Hey there!
I know that I took really long to update but I had things come up and I might have had a bit of writer's block.

Actually the thing is, I wrote two chapters for this one.

I wrote one in Aria's Pov, but didn't like it too much so I decided to write one in Dylan's.

For some reason, I felt strong about writing it in Dylan's pov so I posted this one up.

I keep thinking, was that a mistake?

Should I have just written Aria's?

Please comment to let me know and thanks for all the love and support for this story! Love you all!

Dylan's POV (I know, finally!)

After saying those words, that came out of nowhere without even a single warning, I stormed out, not withholding anymore power to look at her in the eye. I knew the glimmer in her blue eyes that always shined whenever she was happy, but for the past month, that glimmer had gone and I knew that my distant actions were the cause behind it. They were reason why she was hurting.

But what could I do?

I was hurting too.

I don't even know when it happened, why it happened, or how it happened. It's so confusing. I've never felt this way about anyone else. Sure, I've had a couple serious relationships here and there, but none of them ever made me feel the way Aria did.

God, I sound so corny right now.

I'm not like this. I don't fall for girls. There's a reason why I play Zack Martin on the show. I can't let all this get to me.

Too bad, you already have.

My conscience spoke to me.

And it was right. It was too late for me to turn my head back onto this situation. After all, I've been trying for the past month but failed miserably.

I can't get her out of my head, I just can't.

She's around me even when she isn't physically there and it's just all so stressing.

Every school morning, I just want to forget about everything and go over to her house to give her a ride, just like I used to before. Now she goes on the bus, and I go alone in my car, missing her presence during the whole ride. Guess, that's why I was no longer a morning person.

The more I try to get away from her, the more she actually ends up coming near me.

I had nearly gotten a heart attack the day I saw her walk into my history class out of nowhere. I was mad. I was furious.

Why was fate doing this to me?

I never asked for it, to fall in lo-

No, thats too much of a big word.

I probably just have a crush on her, its probably just attraction. I mean, she is beautiful with her glowing skin, her dark, mysterious hair, the one that I want to keep my hands running in, her blue eyes, the ones that are hard to look away from, her cheeks with their adorable dimples whenever she smiled, her rosy lips that-

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I was starting again.

I really need to distract my mind, and that too fast.

"Dylan!" Someone called and I looked up to see Cole approaching me. "Where the hell did you go at this time?"

I held up the ball, "Nowhere, just went to play ball. Why?"

Cole arched his eyebrow questioningly, "At this time?"

"I'll do what I want to, got a problem with that?" I snapped at him, walking past him towards the house.

"I just wanted to say that Dad wants to talk to you!" He called after me.

I shook my head and muttered "Whatever" as I slammed the glass door and walked in. Not even bothering to talk to my dad, who was sitting in the living room eyeing me, I went ahead and made my way towards the stairs.

"Dylan." His stern voice made me jolt to a step midway.

I didn't turn around, I just stayed there, waiting for him to continue.

"Why don't you join me here? I need to talk to you."

I contemplated on that. I didn't know if I possessed the tolerance to go through the 'talks' he had been giving me ever since I got out of jail. Especially not after I unknowingly confessed my feelings to Ar-...her. Gosh, even saying her name was hard.

"Dylan." This time, dad's voice was much more firm, more demanding so I sighed and with slumped shoulders, climbed back down and went over.

"Yeah, Dad?" I merely asked, supporting the basketball on my hip.

He pointed over to the couch opposite the one he was sitting on. "Why don't you sit down? This might take a while."

Huffing out an exasperated sigh, and making sure that he heard it, I went over and plumped down.

My dad eyes me for a while before he took a sip from the mug he was holding and placed it down on the coffee table. Then, he joined his hands and started talking, "Ok, before I begin, I will say that it was my decision to send you and your brother to a public school."

I remained quite, waiting for him to continue.

"My only intention behind that was for you and you brother to experience the life outside of all the stardom. I just wanted to give you two a normal childhood, to have a healthy social and educational experience outside of the set, but," He looked up at me in the eyes. "I'm afraid that that was not the case in this situation."

I still remained silent, waiting for him to get to the point. Although I was starting to dread as he came closer and closer to it.

"Are you following me here?" He asked.

I answered by a simple shrug.

My dad then heaved out a strong sigh and leaned back on the couch.

"Dylan, I just want to get to the point here. I think, along with Drey, that it would be the best to transfer your education to a private one on-set."

I sat up, "What? Why?!"

"Do you really want me to explain why we think that? Or should I just bring you your record that has been scarred with a police stamp?" My dad retorted back.

"Dad, I don't want to leave school!" I stood up, anger boiling inside me even more than it was before.

"Well, I don't want you to end up in jail again!" He exclaimed back.

"Dad, it won't happen again! I promise! But you can't take me out of school! I don't want any on-set tutoring!" I protested.

"Dylan Thomas, do I need to remind you of your unacceptable and violating actions towards that innocent boy? He was supposed to be out by now but doctors are saying that he is still too weak!" Dad said.

"Innocent boy? Innocent boy? That bastard is nowhere near to being innocent! He got what he deserved!" I exclaimed, blood boiling at the thought of Eric. How dare he touch Aria like that? If those teachers hadn't come in between, I swear I would've killed him right there and then.

"What did he do? Why aren't you telling us that? You didn't even tell the police, which made it even that much harder to bail you out! Seriously, Dyl! Jail? Are you kidding me?!" Dad's face was turning red and the conversation was getting more heated by the second.

And I didn't want that. Not right now.

I took a deep breath and pinched the top of my nose.

"Dad," I tried to calm my voice down. "I just don't want to talk about that incident anymore, please. And I don't want to talk about school either, I just want to be left alone."

With that, I picked up the ball and strolled over to the stairs, thankful that my dad didn't say anything further.

Halfway up, I was interrupted.

"Dylan?" Dad's voice was blank and I had to force myself to stop once again, this time, I didn't turn around.

"Does all of this, by any chance, has to do with a girl?"

My eyes grew wide and my heartbeat picked up.

Dad has always been close to me and Cole, but that didn't mean he could tell, could he?

I turned my head to stare at my dad's blank eyes.

"Why would you think that?" Came out of my mouth.

Dad huffed out a breath and stood up, walking over to the railing of the stairs as he took a piece of paper out of his pocket.

"Just guessing." He said, handing me the folded loose-leaf paper. "You dropped this on your way to school this morning."

With that said, Dad didn't say another word and exited, leaving me standing frozen on the steps.

With my heart beating hard enough to cause my ears to throb, I looked at the paper and slowly unfolded it.

An excruciating pain shot itself in my chest as I looked down at the perfectly sketched image of Aria, the one I had drawn during history.

I didn't know what had gotten into me that day. She was sitting only a few feet away from me but I didn't do anything. I was getting furious at myself, for doing this to both me and her, and ended up sketching this on the paper as I zoned the voice of my teacher out.

And as sad as it is, this isn't the only drawing I had made of her.

There were a lot littered somewhere inside the depths of my closet.

I just don't know what happens to me sometimes.

All the frustrations just get to me sometimes that I can't even process anything or even think of what I'm doing until after I have filled a whole canvas with her image.

I know that I was starting to become serious about her, and that's what scared me the most.

"Did you talk to her?" Cole asked as I slammed the locker shut.

"How many times are you going to ask me that question?" I snapped at him as I walked away. He followed me pursuit. He asked me that question every morning. Being a twin, he knew where my problems originated from, but he didn't know the whole deal.

"Dyl, it's been a month. You know you should really at least go say a Hi or something! She's even in your class now for God's sake." He exclaimed.

I can't believe how excited he was right now, or how lightly he was taking the whole situation. "Cole, can't you just drop the topic! I don't want to talk to her, not gonna either." I fastened my pace but he soon grabbed my forearm and forced me to turn around.

I had to jump back at the sudden way his face had become serious.

"Why are you doing this to yourself? I know that all of whats going around is because of Aria, then why don't you just talk to her about it? I've never seen you so angered and distant all the time." He ranted, slightly angry. "And I've never seen Aria this devastated all the time either." He then added, his voice lowering down as he looked at me with..what? Disappointment?

I had to work hard to swallow the pain as he said those words, those last ones.

"Stop worrying about it, Cole. Just leave me alone." I merely managed to make my voice strong when I was breaking into pieces inside and turned around, walking away before he could say a word.

I had too much shit on my shoulders to take Cole's outtakes.

Although, I understood what he was going through. I seriously have never acted the way I had been since I got out of jail. Maybe that's because before then, I had never expected to end up in jail.

Or to fall for a girl.

Gosh, I just want to punch something so hard right now.

I don't want to let a simple girl get to me like this, but I couldn't run away from it either. I was afraid of falling, even though, as much as I hated to admit it, I already had.

The only reason why I even was distancing myself from her was so that I could forget about her, to completely forget that she had even walked inside my life. I wanted to let her go, to let my feelings go, but since they only became stronger, especially after I had just staright up kissed her inside the cell, I couldn't.

I knew it was nearly impossible for me to do so, yet I wasn't giving up on ignoring her.

And that's what angered me the most.

It infuriated me that I couldn't go back to my normal self without her in my life. I had tried, but failed.

I was just so angry all the time.

Maybe it was caused by the constant constrictions of my heart, I don't know.

I had stayed up all night, again, painting her.

It's been a normal routine for me lately.

I still had to finish the one I had started.

My God, Aria Evans, what were you doing to me?

I hav no idea how this chapter went, I have only an hour left to do my hw before my bed time and I'm under a lot of stress, but at the same time, I wanted to update this already so here it is!

If you're disappointed, please don't be harsh about it, but I do hope that it isn't that big of a disppointment!