A/N: I need ideas for writing. Anyways, thanks for all the reviews! I know the last chapter was mainly a song, but I had writers block. I'll try to make this an actual chapter. Maybe add in a little drama. If you know what I mean. I mean like, tension drama. Suspense. Maybe even a cliffy! :D Isn't that exciting? I know it is! SO yeah, on with le chapter! (OOH and we might get a little bit of Dyllon POV too!)
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters Hunter, Hannah, or Nico. I own Dyllon.
Hunter's POV:
As Dyllon and I walked to our next class, I couldn't help but notice a few girls staring at Dyllon. Dyllon looked a little nervous when he saw Shannon Gray. I ignored it.
When Shannon walked up, Dyllon looked at the ground, avoiding both of our gazes. Shannon did a once over of me, smirked, and then looked at Dyllon.
"Well, well. You two are still dating? That's a shame, considering I'm available," Shannon said, with a fake look of pity.
"Go away, Shannon. Go flirt with some other guys," I snapped.
Dyllon hasn't said anything yet. Why won't he say anything?
Shannon smirked and walked away. After she did, I looked at Dyllon. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"She makes me nervous. I don't like it," he replied. He sounded like he was hiding something.
"Okay… Well, we're going to be late, come on!" I pulled him to class.
Dyllon's POV: (A/N: Told you there would be Dyllon POV)
After class ended, it was free period. I told Hunter I needed to do some homework for marine biology, so she let me go, while she went to math to finish up some work.
As I walked the halls, I saw Shannon. I smiled at her and we went into an empty janitor's closet.
"Why didn't you break up with that Hunter girl, Dyllon?" Shannon pouted.
"I can't hurt her, Shannon. You know how I feel about you both," I said gently.
"Yeah, but I thought you loved me more. Do you Dyllon?" She asked.
I opened my mouth to answer when her lips crashed onto mine. I gladly kissed back. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew what I was doing was wrong. That if Hunter found out, it would hurt her, but when I kissed Shannon, all the worries went away.
I didn't notice the door open until I heard someone choke back a sob. I pulled away and saw Hunter standing in the doorway, about to cry.
"How could you?" she yelled, tears streaming down her face.
Before I had a chance to answer, she ran off.
"Hunter, wait!" I called.
Hunter stopped, then walked towards me.
"I loved you, and you cheated on me. I can't believe you, Dyllon. I thought you were better than that," she said. She didn't try to mask the hurt.
"Hunter, I-" I was interrupted when she slapped me, hard. I deserved it, though.
She ran to her locker, grabbed her stuff, then called her parents on her emergency cell phone. As she walked away, she looked back at me, her expression a mix of anger, betrayal, and heartbreak.
Hunter's POV:
I stood outside the school waiting for Dad to pick me up. I didn't explain what happened when I called, I just told him to pick me up.
I couldn't believe Dyllon cheated. He promised he wouldn't hurt me.
My dad pulled up and got out of the car. "Hunter, what's wrong?"
I looked up at him, then got up and ran into his arms. I cred on his shoulder, mumbling what happened over and over. "Dyllon cheated. He kissed Shannon..."
Dad mumbled comforting words and held me. "It's okay, everything will be all right. Now let's go home."
He drove us home while I cried the whole way. When we got home, I immediately went up to my room to cry. My phone went off about twenty times, all texts or calls from Dyllon.
Dyllon: Hunter, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me?
Dyllon: Hunter, please forgive me.
Missed call from: Dyllon
Dyllon: Call me, please! I'm sorry!
Dyllon: Hunter, I love you, I'm sorry!
Eventually I just threw my phone against the wall and sobbed. Mom offered me my favorite food, but I refused to eat or get out of bed.
"Hunter, please eat something, honey," Mom called from the doorway.
Dad just came in and sat by me, stroking my hair. "It's okay to cry, baby girl. We know how much you loved him."
"Umm, Hunter? What happened to your phone?" Dad pointed to what was left of my phone.
"Dyllon kept calling and texting, so I threw it against the wall," I mumbled.
Dad doesn't say anything after that.
A/N: What do you think? Review! AND GIVE ME IDEAS PLEASE! Thanks, darlings!
