Chapter Five

Callum's POV

I walked into detention with a huge grin on my face, excited to spend some time with Dylan outside of school. I scanned the room, and saw a girl with light purple hair, and the three football players I'd fought yesterday. The guys stared daggers at me as I made my way to the back of the classroom. A short older man with glasses walked in, I assumed he was a teacher in charge of detention.

"Listen up, I'm not sure how this many of you managed to get detention on the second day of school, but I have some rules. Rule number one, no talking. Two, no using cellphones, but you may read a book or do homework to pass the time. My third and final rule is that only one bathroom break is permitted, if you go and don't come back, another three days of detention will be added on. Do you all understand?" He asked, sternly.

There were mumbles of "yes" and "sure" from the group.

I pulled out my anatomy homework, and began working on it. I briefly looked around to see what everyone else was doing. The girl with the purple hair was texting, her phone tucked in the desk, and the football guys were quietly whispering to one another. The teacher was busy typing away on his laptop, completely oblivious to what was going on around him.

I was almost finished with my homework when a note landed on my desk. It read "Stay away for Dylan!". I looked up to see who had written it, and the kid with the black eye, Justin, was staring at me. I stared back as I crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it in the recycling bin from my seat. He blew out a breath of annoyance and turned back to his friends. What did it matter to him if I hung out with Dylan or not?

A phone started to ring and simultaneously my phone vibrated. The teacher got up, grabbing his cellphone.

"I've got to take this call, I'll be back in a few minutes. No talking."

The second he left, Justin got up and sat in the seat beside me. I purposely ignored him, and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I seen that I got a text message from Dylan. Instantly, I was smiling again.

"Was my note not clear?" Justin questioned, as his eyes darted to my phone and then back to me.

"It was pretty clear, I just don't care about what you have to say." I responded with a shrug, which seemed to piss him off immensely.

"Stop trying to get close to her, she's never going to sleep with you. You need to back off."

What the fuck was this guys problem.

"I'm not sure where you're getting your information from, but I am not trying to sleep with Dylan. She's my friend, and frankly it isn't any of your damn business." I said.

"Oh sure, you're the one guy in this school that doesn't want to get in her pants. As if I'm gonna believe that. Stay away from her or you'll get what's coming to you, Gage." He replied, just before he got up and returned to his seat.

Did this kid like her or something? Maybe he was a jealous ex. I don't know and I don't care, his threats didn't faze me at all. I could feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of my face as I opened up the message from Dylan. She had sent me her address. I quickly texted her back, and told her that I would be there around 3:45.

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As I drove home from detention, I started to feel nervous. What if I said or did something stupid in front of Dylan and completely ruined her opinion of me. What if Sara said something to offend her and she didn't want to hang out with me anymore. The more I thought about the worst that could happen, the more knots I had in my stomach.

Dylan had to be the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen in my life, and as luck would have it, our lockers were side by side. The fact that I was her first friend at Glendale boggled my mind, because she was incredibly sweet and seemed very down to earth. Unlike the other girls at school, she wasn't throwing herself at me or trying to seek my attention. Dylan was unapologetically her self.

I arrived home, and was greeted to my family sitting in the living room watching tv. My mom, curled up to my dad, her light brown hair spread across his lap. Sara sat beside her, her feet resting on top of my moms legs.

"Welcome home honey." My mom said, looking up from her show.

My dad and Sara now looking at me too, surprised that I was standing there because they had be so engrossed in the television.

"Hey guys." I said.

Sara ran off the couch and jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around me.

"Honey, I made sandwiches. I left you two in the dining room." My mom said as she sat up on the sofa.

"How was your second day, Callum? Any more fights?" My father asked jokingly, in his deep Welsh accent.

"Thanks mom, and haha no. You must think you're hilarious." I responded, I as put Sara down.

"I try, I try." My dad said with a laugh.

I shook my head at him and laughed.

"Sara, go put your shoes on, we're going to pick up Dylan." I said, smiling down at her.

"Really?!" She exclaimed.

"Yes, hurry up." I laughed.

She immediately ran up the stairs to get her shoes.

"So, when am I going to meet this famous Dylan?" My mom asked.

"I'm not sure mom, I've only just met her, so probably not for a while."

She frowned at me and turned to my dad.

"Well if she is as fantastic as Sara says, we can't wait to meet her." My dad stated.

"She's pretty awesome, and beautiful." I said, grinning.

Before they respond, Sara came running down the stairs.

"Stop running, you need to be careful Sara." My mom scolded.

"Sorry mommy, I'm just so happy." Sara said, jumping up and down.

"Alright alright, lets go." I said, grabbing her hand.

"Have fun you two!" My dad shouted.

"Will do!"

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After following the gps for fifteen minutes, I pulled up in front of a very large house. Wow, I didn't realize Dylan's family was this wealthy.

I told Sara to wait in the car as I walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. Thirty seconds later, a blonde pregnant woman opened the door. This must be Dylan's step mom.

"You here for Melissa?" She asked, batting her eyelashes at me.

I internally cringed.

"No, I'm actually here for Dylan. Could you tell her that Callum is here?"

The woman stared back in me in shock. Had I said something wrong?

"Um, you sure?" She said, looking at me like I had two heads.

"Yes, Dylan Gold, she lives here right?" I asked, now confused.

"Uhh yea, hold on a minute." She responded, and shut the door in my face.

I stood at the door waiting for at least five minutes. I turning to my car to make sure Sara was okay, and she smiled and waved back at me. A few seconds later, Dylan came out of her house looking flustered. Her curly hair was in a high bun, and she had changed out of her school clothes and was wearing a plain black hoodie, jeans, and white sneakers. She looked like a super model.

"Hey, is everything okay?" I asked, staring into her gorgeous brown eyes.

"Everything's fine, I just wish you would've texted. That way I could've just met you out here. Sorry you had to meet Eliza." She said, her cheeks flushed.

"Well I wanted to be a gentleman and come to your door." I responded, smiling at her. "Is Eliza your step mom?" I asked, as we walked to my car.

"Yes, she can be a bit much. I hope you took everything she said with a grain of salt." Dylan replied, looking embarrassed.

"She didn't say much." I said, as I opened up the passenger door for her.

I closed her door, and by the time I got in the driver's seat, Sara had already pulled Dylan into conversation.

As I drove, Sara continued to talk Dylan's head off, while Dylan struggled to keep up. When the light turned red, I turned to look at her, and simultaneously, her eyes met mine. She gave look that screamed "HELP" and I laughed.

"Sara, don't you think you asked Dylan enough questions? Maybe you should save some for when you get your ice cream." I suggested.

"Okay, but I have so much more to ask." Sara said with a huff. Dylan sent me a look of gratitude.

When we got to the ice cream shop, Dylan and I argued about who would pay for the ice cream, and lets just say, I won.

We sat down in a booth, Sara sitting by Dylan as I sat across from them. Dylan had gotten cotton candy ice cream, while Sara got cookie dough, and I got plain vanilla.

"Are you rich, Dylan?" Sara asked out of nowhere.

I almost choked on my ice cream.

"Sara, that's rude." I said quickly.

"No, it's okay." Dylan laughed. "I wouldn't say I was rich, but my dad makes a lot of money." She said, turned to Sara.

"Oh, okay." Sara shrugged.

The rest of the evening consisted of Sara asking more intrusive questions, and me apologizing for her. Dylan didn't seem to mind, and answered most of the questions with a smile. This girl was perfect.

She asked me about my life, wanting to know why I had a slight accent. I explained to her that I grew up in Wales, and moved to the states when I was 11 because my mom wanted to be closer to her family. Sara explained how she wished she grew up there too so that she could have an accent like me and our dad.

I went on to find out that Dylan didn't really care for her step mom Eliza all that much, and that she hadn't seen her father in 3 months, because he was on business in Japan. I didn't ask, but I wondered who she had close to her to lean on. My guess was that she didn't have anyone, and it made me feel sick.

We didn't leave the ice cream parlor till around 6:30 when it started to get crowed with loud and obnoxious middle schoolers.

It was almost 7 when we got to Dylan's house, and Sara begged me to let her walk Dylan to her door. All three of us exited the car, and reached Dylan's doorstep.

"I had such a good time with you guys, I hope we can do it again." Dylan said, tucking a single strand of hair that fell out of her bun behind her ear.

"Of course we will." I responded, gazing into her eyes.

Sara wrapped her arms around Dylan's waist and said "You're my new best friend, next time we have ice cream, no boys allowed."

"Definitely." Dylan said as she sent me a wink.

That's it, I want to marry this woman!

I pulled Sara off of her, and said "Come one, we have to go, we're late for dinner.

Dylan unlocked her front door.

"See you at school." She said to me, and then turned to Sara. "And I'll be seeing you very soon, bestie.

Sara grinned, showing her missing teeth, and waved goodbye to Dylan.

I walked towards my car with Sara's hand in mine, and couldn't wipe the smile off of my face.

"You have to make her your girlfriend, I love her." Sara said, as she went into the back seat. I laughed and didn't respond.