Killing Dylan

**CAMILLA**

In the midst of everything, I thought quickly and acted fast. The first thing I did was check the situation. Dylan had the narrative since everyone looked up at him and the lies he had to tell.

I got off the bike immediately, brushing past the students who had just gathered to watch the scene playing out in front of them. They enjoyed it more than dance parties or prom nights, especially on issues concerning the school nerds and the players. Take a dynamic duo, not to mention the power couple of the Century.

If only I gave two shits about them, their thoughts, or words. I didn't.

I had bigger fish to fry, more important things on my mind. I was strictly on the verge of losing him.

I ran towards Kyle, who was running in the opposite direction, trying to get as far away from me as humanly possible. For good reasons, his girlfriend now lives with a guy who has a record of screwing half the girls in school. He saw her butt naked, and the day after she arrived clinging to him on a damn bike. That sounds awful.

"Kyle, wait, please."

I begged. Either he wasn't a fast walker, or he truly didn't want to run away. I caught up to him in no time, reached out and held his arm.

"I get it. I'm not as popular as him or maybe as handsome, but I thought you wouldn't fall for him. You would be mine, I thought. I forced myself to think and believe that you're mine. You're different, even though I knew he'd have his way." The pain behind his words was my fault. Well, mostly Dylan for being an ass and a jerk at once, but I can't tell him that. I'm acting like the bigger person.

"Kyle, it's nothing like that. He's just dropping me off. That's all that happened. He's just being Dylan and trying to cause a scene, make something up where there's none. I swear nothing happened and nothing will happen."

"Isn't he supposed to drop you a block away or something?"

Kyle turned around and threw at my face. Yup. That's what we agreed on. Dylan must have woken up and threw those things out as well.

"I swear, I have no idea why he did this, and I don't care, Kyle. I want you. Not him. It's just..."

I reached out for his arm, which he brushed off almost immediately. It stung.

I sniffled and went in for a second trail. I succeeded in gaining contact for a split second. He pushed me off this time. My heart sunk.

Kyle. Please. My heart bled, begging within me as we stood in the hallway.

"Kyle, please." I mouthed on the outside, barely able to hold the tears in.

"Look me in the eye, Camilla, and tell me you don't want him or have the tiniest feelings for him and I'll forget about everything. I can read your eyes. Everything may seem crazy, but they can't lie or deceive me." He said.

I froze, staring at him, trying to form the words. Cat got my tongue.

"Hesitation." He whispered, audible enough for our hearing and ours alone.

I shuddered and pressed my lips before closing my eyes. I felt that sting again.

Before any other exchange, he turned his entire body towards the classroom, then walked away.

What's worse? I couldn't reach out nor do a single thing in trying to stop there. I stood at that spot, staring blankly into space. Which brings up the question:

"Did Kyle just break up with me?" I asked, no one in particular rooted to the spot.

It took a while. Minutes passed. The students murmured as they brushed past the statue in the hall. Those who witnessed the exchange between Kyle and I struggled to hide their satisfaction, those who didn't do such to compensate with Dylan and I. I'm a mess.

Not sure how much time passed, but I gained my composure and managed to move to my locker. I hadn't done any projects or assignments and now Kyle left me all because of Dylan. He didn't break up, break up, but his body language was it. I hurt him. I hurt us.

"Why couldn't I just say I didn't want him?" I muttered, then slapped myself across the cheek. I exhaled and checked my face in the mirror, about to shut the lockers.

"Hey."

I gulped.

He was right behind me, uttering those words straight into my ears.

The fucking nerve.

I spun around. He had a fucking smirk on his cheeks. We were close enough for me to inhale his sweet musk. Bad idea.

I pushed him off me. He barely bulged, but I slapped him hard. Good thing no one was in the hallway to see. Wait, that's a bad thing. I need everyone to know how badly this imbecile disgusts me. They need to stop creating silly sceneries in their heads.

"Is everything a sick game to you?" I fired, noticing the very obvious smirk on his cheeks.

He hummed nonchalantly, and I nearly broke into sobs.

"You said no one should know we live together. You'll drop me off at a distance. I agreed. I didn't have any complaints, regardless of the inconvenience it'd brought for me. After that's settled, you decide to go out of your way to do something else entirely. Just for a laugh? Is this what it is? What I am? A sick joke? Source of amusement? If it is, I didn't find any of it funny. You don't even have a clue what it cost me. None!"

I raised a finger at him, fuming with anger.

"In fact I do..Yes I do. I just saved myself from being grounded by my parents when you told them I wouldn't drop you off at school."

His response was without care, almost like he skipped half of what I said and moved to the final part.

"Seriously!"

If he knew how furious I was at that moment, he'd choose those words carefully and not test me for much longer.

"This is unbelievable. That's something people say in moments such as these, but when I think about it, it's not. Not at all. You only care about yourself. That's not surprisingly, it's a well-known fact. You only think about yourself when making a decision, just as you did in this one. You didn't stop to think how I would feel about it, did you? Hell no. You and I both know I would never have reported you. You did it because you think you're a freaking king. I thought you were one of my girls. You presented me in front of the whole school to fuel your stupid ego. I'll say this once and, clear, stay the fuck away from me. We might live together, but that doesn't mean we should speak." I slammed my locker in fury, stomping my feet against the tiles while heading towards class.

My fists were shaking. All I saw was red, and I just wanted to slap him repeatedly. I can't believe Kyle left. Technically, he didn't say we're over, but I feel as though even if we did get back together, our love life will never be the same. Dylan was just one of those passing guys. I shouldn't even remember what happened between us. I mean, he doesn't, so why couldn't I just tell that to Kyle? Why do I have to be so fucking stupid?

"Miss Renee." The teacher called out, snapping me out of my thoughts. When did I get here again? One minute I was in the hallway, the next I was already seated. Get a grip, Camilla. This is what he wants. Don't give him the bragging rights or ruin your day.

"Yes, ma'am." I replied curtly.

"I was just teaching about the English revolution and you seemed not to be paying attention. Maybe a day in detention would clear your head." I frowned as she wrote me a note.

"Just great." I mumbled as they rang the bell. Class ended? Terrific.

I got my bag and walked out of class sluggishly. It was recess period, and I just wanted to sneak out of school and go home. I knew I couldn't, so I rested in an empty class to collate my thoughts. I closed my locker shut, trying to keep my balance and not collapse. Three girls appeared out of nowhere. They folded their arms, throwing glares at me.

"Hey Bitch." The one in the center spat out. She walked towards me and before I could say "Jack" her hands connected with my cheeks.

"First warning, there wouldn't be a second. There'll be actions that are far worse than this. Stay away from Dylan Emerton." She warned. As if they were on cue, the remaining two spun around, throwing mean glances at me before trailing behind her.

Hol'up. Hold it. I clenched my teeth. That did not just happen. It didn't.

I'll kill him. I'll kill Dylan.

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