"No Regrets"
Part One
Continuing through the rather long lunch line, Marco finally made his way to the end and glanced around the area. Ellie appeared to be missing in action when he looked over to their normal table, so he'd just have to look for somewhere else to sit. After a few moments of searching, he was just getting ready to sit down at an empty table when a nearby voice directed him elsewhere.
"Hey Marco, there's an empty seat over here," spoke the familiar, slightly raspy yet beautiful voice. He'd spin around to look at Dylan, who seemed to be surrounded by a bunch of his hockey friends.
"Uh… thanks," stammered Marco. He walked over and took a seat across from the blonde haired teenager. As always, he'd try to say something to him, but it would just come out all wrong. Eventually he just decided to shut up and listen to the conversation they'd been having before he came by.
After what felt like an eternity of talking about the best and worst hockey teams in the league, Marco finished up his meal and stood up. "I'm going to go finish up a report," he spoke, smiling a bit, "but thanks again for letting me have lunch over here."
He began walking toward the library, still thinking about Paige's older brother. Dylan had been nothing but nice to him, and how did he repay the deed? Ignoring and avoiding him. Well, it was going to stop. That was a promise.
Eventually reaching for a book, the tenth grader looked around for an empty table, but found something better. There in that red sweater and a pair of blue jeans was none other than, Dylan Michalchuk. After taking a deep breath, Marco approached the table, taking a seat in a chair next to him.
"What're you working on?" he asked, glancing casually to the computer screen in front of Dylan with a look of interest. The older male seemed happy to see him, flashing one of those charming smiles that often made Marco weak at the knees.
"Just surfing around a bit," Dylan replied. Marco would nod in response, finding himself leaning in toward the monitor to read the text. Of course when the realization of being inches away from the taller boy's face struck him, he quickly pulled away blushing a bit. Suddenly the bell rang.
"Hey listen," Dylan began, "do you wanna go to catch a flick or something after school?" He began printing out a few pages, standing up to grab them from the nearby printer.
Marco was a bit taken back from the question, and thought about what he was asking for a moment before responding. "Yeah, sure. I'll ask Spin, Jimmy, and Craig if they wanna come." Dylan's lips turned from a smile to a slight frown.
"Well, actually…" he began, but was quickly interrupted when Marco came to the realization of what he was saying.
"OH! You mean, just me and you…?" Now he was blushing even more, feeling extremely embarrassed at his recent stupidity. Dylan nodded, waiting for the shorter of the two to answer the question. Marco was lost in thought, but when Dylan took the hint and began walking off, he quickly snapped out of the daze.
"YES!" A few of the kids glanced at dark haired boy, wondering what he was yelling about. He'd just walk up to Dylan and continue. "I mean… yeah, sure."
"Great, I'll meet you outside after school then," Dylan spoke with the returning smile. He walked off and left Marco, who was still playing over the moment in his head. When he finally returned to reality, he had to almost run to class to keep from being late.
Unfortunately, there was another person that had been listening. Even though Jay was late for class, a wicked grin was plastered across his face.
Part Two
The day seemed to have shift into slow motion as Marco continuously glanced at the clock throughout classes. Should he tell his friends about it? After thinking about it for a moment, he decided against the idea. Spinner would probably find it disgusting, and he didn't even know if this was a date. What he did know was that he needed to see Dylan's smile again.
A last bell finally rang out throughout the halls, and he thankfully grabbed his books and walked out to his locker. After packing away everything into his backpack and swinging it over his shoulder, Marco shut the locker door only to find Jimmy and Craig behind it.
"Hey Marco. We're gonna go practice for awhile. You in?" Jimmy asked. God knows they needed the practice, but what was he supposed to say?
"I wish I could, but… you know, a lot of homework," he answered after a moment. They gave him a look of disbelief, and Marco realized he wasn't the best liar. Even so, it was completely believable. His studies came before everything. Almost.
"Alright, it's cool. Spin's out with Paige anyway," Craig replied with a sigh, "we'll just reschedule."
Marco nodded, glancing at the clock again. "Ok, ciao guys." He began walking hurriedly down the hall, making his way outside as quickly as he could. Dylan was nowhere to be seen, but just as a fleck of blonde had caught his eye in the distance, he found himself face down on the ground.
"What's the matter del Rossi, I'd think your type to be more graceful," Jay's voice blasted as he drew back his leg. Weakly looking up, he looked for Dylan again, but he was yet again gone. They continued snickering, and he slowly made an attempt at getting up, trying to keep his cool. A foot on his back pressed him back down against the sidewalk. All he could do was groan under the force. "So it's true then? You'll say hi to your boyfriend Homochuk for me, won't you?" Jay asked.
"…We're… on school property…" He felt his eyes begin to water, but he wasn't going to give into it. A rather loud sound echoed, and the restraint was gone. Rolling onto his back, Marco looked up, only to see an outstretched hand.
"Let's go Marco," Dylan spoke angrily as he helped the shorter boy to his feet. All Marco felt like doing was crying on Dylan's shoulder, but after his last experience, he'd learned that crying doesn't change anything. He'd look for Jay after a moment, watching him walk away with at least a bloody lip. "Are you alright?"
He nodded slowly, covering a bruise on one of his arms with a hand. "…I gotta go…" As he turned away, Marco felt a hand on his shoulder.
"You can't let them get to you. It's just what they want…" Dylan spoke softly. Marco simply broke away and continued walking. Using his sleeve, he wiped away the tears running down his face for the walk home. There'd be a whole new batch when he got there.
Part Three
Part One
Continuing through the rather long lunch line, Marco finally made his way to the end and glanced around the area. Ellie appeared to be missing in action when he looked over to their normal table, so he'd just have to look for somewhere else to sit. After a few moments of searching, he was just getting ready to sit down at an empty table when a nearby voice directed him elsewhere.
"Hey Marco, there's an empty seat over here," spoke the familiar, slightly raspy yet beautiful voice. He'd spin around to look at Dylan, who seemed to be surrounded by a bunch of his hockey friends.
"Uh… thanks," stammered Marco. He walked over and took a seat across from the blonde haired teenager. As always, he'd try to say something to him, but it would just come out all wrong. Eventually he just decided to shut up and listen to the conversation they'd been having before he came by.
After what felt like an eternity of talking about the best and worst hockey teams in the league, Marco finished up his meal and stood up. "I'm going to go finish up a report," he spoke, smiling a bit, "but thanks again for letting me have lunch over here."
He began walking toward the library, still thinking about Paige's older brother. Dylan had been nothing but nice to him, and how did he repay the deed? Ignoring and avoiding him. Well, it was going to stop. That was a promise.
Eventually reaching for a book, the tenth grader looked around for an empty table, but found something better. There in that red sweater and a pair of blue jeans was none other than, Dylan Michalchuk. After taking a deep breath, Marco approached the table, taking a seat in a chair next to him.
"What're you working on?" he asked, glancing casually to the computer screen in front of Dylan with a look of interest. The older male seemed happy to see him, flashing one of those charming smiles that often made Marco weak at the knees.
"Just surfing around a bit," Dylan replied. Marco would nod in response, finding himself leaning in toward the monitor to read the text. Of course when the realization of being inches away from the taller boy's face struck him, he quickly pulled away blushing a bit. Suddenly the bell rang.
"Hey listen," Dylan began, "do you wanna go to catch a flick or something after school?" He began printing out a few pages, standing up to grab them from the nearby printer.
Marco was a bit taken back from the question, and thought about what he was asking for a moment before responding. "Yeah, sure. I'll ask Spin, Jimmy, and Craig if they wanna come." Dylan's lips turned from a smile to a slight frown.
"Well, actually…" he began, but was quickly interrupted when Marco came to the realization of what he was saying.
"OH! You mean, just me and you…?" Now he was blushing even more, feeling extremely embarrassed at his recent stupidity. Dylan nodded, waiting for the shorter of the two to answer the question. Marco was lost in thought, but when Dylan took the hint and began walking off, he quickly snapped out of the daze.
"YES!" A few of the kids glanced at dark haired boy, wondering what he was yelling about. He'd just walk up to Dylan and continue. "I mean… yeah, sure."
"Great, I'll meet you outside after school then," Dylan spoke with the returning smile. He walked off and left Marco, who was still playing over the moment in his head. When he finally returned to reality, he had to almost run to class to keep from being late.
Unfortunately, there was another person that had been listening. Even though Jay was late for class, a wicked grin was plastered across his face.
Part Two
The day seemed to have shift into slow motion as Marco continuously glanced at the clock throughout classes. Should he tell his friends about it? After thinking about it for a moment, he decided against the idea. Spinner would probably find it disgusting, and he didn't even know if this was a date. What he did know was that he needed to see Dylan's smile again.
A last bell finally rang out throughout the halls, and he thankfully grabbed his books and walked out to his locker. After packing away everything into his backpack and swinging it over his shoulder, Marco shut the locker door only to find Jimmy and Craig behind it.
"Hey Marco. We're gonna go practice for awhile. You in?" Jimmy asked. God knows they needed the practice, but what was he supposed to say?
"I wish I could, but… you know, a lot of homework," he answered after a moment. They gave him a look of disbelief, and Marco realized he wasn't the best liar. Even so, it was completely believable. His studies came before everything. Almost.
"Alright, it's cool. Spin's out with Paige anyway," Craig replied with a sigh, "we'll just reschedule."
Marco nodded, glancing at the clock again. "Ok, ciao guys." He began walking hurriedly down the hall, making his way outside as quickly as he could. Dylan was nowhere to be seen, but just as a fleck of blonde had caught his eye in the distance, he found himself face down on the ground.
"What's the matter del Rossi, I'd think your type to be more graceful," Jay's voice blasted as he drew back his leg. Weakly looking up, he looked for Dylan again, but he was yet again gone. They continued snickering, and he slowly made an attempt at getting up, trying to keep his cool. A foot on his back pressed him back down against the sidewalk. All he could do was groan under the force. "So it's true then? You'll say hi to your boyfriend Homochuk for me, won't you?" Jay asked.
"…We're… on school property…" He felt his eyes begin to water, but he wasn't going to give into it. A rather loud sound echoed, and the restraint was gone. Rolling onto his back, Marco looked up, only to see an outstretched hand.
"Let's go Marco," Dylan spoke angrily as he helped the shorter boy to his feet. All Marco felt like doing was crying on Dylan's shoulder, but after his last experience, he'd learned that crying doesn't change anything. He'd look for Jay after a moment, watching him walk away with at least a bloody lip. "Are you alright?"
He nodded slowly, covering a bruise on one of his arms with a hand. "…I gotta go…" As he turned away, Marco felt a hand on his shoulder.
"You can't let them get to you. It's just what they want…" Dylan spoke softly. Marco simply broke away and continued walking. Using his sleeve, he wiped away the tears running down his face for the walk home. There'd be a whole new batch when he got there.
Part Three