I walked through the hallways. Smiling at my friends. Ignoring the populars. You'd think I'm crazy, liking dylan. A popular. And a, well, i don't even know what i am. It just never happens. I sigh as i walk past seeing Mackenzie kiss him. I look down not wanting to see the details. I zone out for most of period one and two. Mackenzie is in both of those classes, and Dylan in second period as well. If I didn't like him so much, I'd admit they were cute together. But I've known Dylan my whole life, we used to be friends, but i don't think he really remembers, he always had a twinkle in his eye when he smiled. It's still there, but not as bright. In period 3 Mackenzie isn't here, but Dylan is. Period 3 is art. My best subject. Actually no that's not true, I'm good in all subjects except science, but art is definitely my favourite. I think about him as I stroke my paint brush expertly across the page, I never really understand what I am going to paint, until I'm already doing it. All my attention is focused on my page. A lone apple tree with a boy sitting cross legged under it staring into nothingness. I don't see Dylan come up behind me until he speaks, a low, sexy voice, sending chills through my body.
"I like your work." He states flashing me a dimpled smile as i look up at him. I smile and look back at my art piece, not being able to speak the words lodged in my throat. "In my opinion it reminds me of a lost soul, someone once beautiful and happy in need of finding again." He says as he brings his head closer to see. I nod and look up at him briefly.
"Thanks." I say softly. He smiles at me before moving on. I turn back to my picture and stare at it. Then, a wave of disappointment hits me like a migraine. He was only being nice. I thought. He doesn't mean anything. He was probably just speaking to pass time. It meant nothing. I sigh and take my book over to the table to dry before leaving the room. I see mackenzie in the hall way, talking with her friends. I look down slightly and keep walking.
"Ew, she should wear some make-up." I hear one of them snicker behind me.
"I don't know Cass, i don't think it will help." Mackenzie laughs with them. They know I can hear them, that's the point. I scream mentally in my head and keep walking. The bell rings as i reach my locker. Which just happens to be next to Dylans, where he and Mackenzie are making out, blocking any chance i have at getting into my locker. He breaks the kiss for a second and looks at me. I look at my locker then back at him, then i just walk away.
"not like i needed to eat anyway." I mutter under my breath and go and sit along an empty wall in the hallway while everyone rushes off to the cafeteria to eat and be with their friends. I pull out my phone and pretend to be texting while Mackenzie and Dylan walk pass me hand in hand. She sees me and glares at me and I roll my eyes and look back at my phone. Molly, my best friend since ever and the only person who I trust in the world walks up to me. She sits down beside me and leans her head on my shoulder.
"Are you going to the party this Friday?" She asks. I shake my head but she pokes me and whines, "You have to come!"
I smile and shake my head again, "I probably wasn't invited."
"There wasn't a guest list." She sighed and looked at me with a big smile and i laugh.
"K, I'll come but can i spend the weekend at your place after?"
"If I go home after that party, I'll collapse on my bed and cry." I sighed. She's the only person on earth who knows I like Dylan. None of my other friends care enough to ask. She patted my shoulder and pulls me up to my feet. I grab my lunch from my locker and we run down to the cafeteria and plop down at an empty table right in front of the popular table. I'm right in the view of Dylan and Mackenzie and her non-stop flirting. I roll my eyes and Dylan sees. He laughs a little and I feel all warm inside.
"What's so funny." I hear Mackenzie say to him.
"Nothing." He says smiling at her and she returns to her conversation with her friends. He looks at me and winks a little and i turn my head away so he doesn't see me blush. When the bell rings for 4th period i reluctantly trudge to science. Dylan is in my class, but that doesn't take away the fact that it's still science. Not chemistry. And it never will be. With us.