Dylan's POV
As the bell rings for homeroom and I enter the allocated room I realise I'm with Cecilia, I head over and sit next to her. She groans. "Do you have to sit next to me?"
"Get me out the chair than chica" I smirk.
"Nah you're not worth the effort"
"But I so am, you just don't know it yet"
"Well guess I'll never know then"
I chuckle.
"What's so funny?" Cecilia demands her eyes narrowed.
"You just have to have the last word don't you, you can't help yourself"
"You noticed" She raises an eyebrow. "Well done for you"
Always has to have the last word.
"Do you have a nickname?" I ask Cecilia.
"Yep"
"What is it?"
"Only people I have the ounce of respect for I'll allow them to call me by my nickname"
"High Maintenance" I mutter.
"And don't you forget it" She pushes back from the table striding towards the door.
And then I realise the bell has gone. I hurry to catch up since she's supposed to be giving me a ride from and to school, that's what her mom said anyway but when I get out of school, she's gone.
I curse her as I have to walk, again.
The next morning I wake up before Cecilia and steal the last cinnamon buns in payback for yesterday. "Dylan " She cries her eyes blazing. I take a small bite out of the bun chewing slowly crossing my eyes and moaning as if they are the most delicious things ever.
She's about to shout out a string of curses at me but then stop's as her youngest sister walks into the kitchen. Instead, she storms out.
I follow quickly ripping the key's out her hand she starts to chase me but I'm a faster runner then her and get to the car before she does, hurling myself in and skidding out the driveway. "Karma's a bitch, bitch" I shout after her laughing.
It's not till I'm on the main highway that I realise I'm laughing like a manic. I stop immediately but my mind is already there the images are running through my head.
I pull over to the side, not willing to cause a crash in the middle of the freaking highway.
My hands go to my pocket for my phone then realise I broke it two nights ago. Every last connection, gone.
I pound my fists against my head like it will drive it all away. Then think, isn't that manic behaviour anyway?
There's no escaping it. I wish I could call Nick or one of her girlfriends the only ones who would understand what I'm going through as there going through the same things…apart from the guilt, that is all mine. But apart from the fact that I can't is the fact that they pretty much hate me.
They blame me, because it is my fault; well partly since it wasn't just me that caused her to go mental, it was the fact it ran in the family also.
But still, my fault. Even if it is partly.
It was so ironic that the day my life fell apart when I need my family like I've never needed them before, I was uprooted here. But why should I be given anything? , after what I've caused.
I don't deserve it.
I drive to school when I'm able to scouring out the hottest chick there, I need a distraction but since when has lust ever won over love? I should know.