Alive and Shattered

Alive and Shattered: Chapter Eight {Adena's POV}

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Adena's POV

 

“Alright guys! I have some reports to grade! So! This week you're going to be given a sheet with five questions on it. You’re going to ask each other the questions and fill them out. I want extremely detailed answers alright? Hopefully this will take you most of the week, so there’s no rush for time,” Mrs.Bridges announced loudly.

A low hum of groans erupted as Mrs. Bridges grabbed a stack of paper off her desk. She rolled her eyes and handed the stack to Dylan, whispering to him to pass them out.

"Oh come on guys," she complained, sitting at her desk. "Fine. We can always grade papers instead?" The class got up, all crowding around Dylan to get their papers. “That’s what I thought.” They all ran back to their partners with their papers. Dylan returned the rest of the stack to Mrs. Bridges and then came over, sitting in front of me and turning towards me.

"Hey," he smiled kindly.

"Hey," I replied.

"So.... Well... We uh.... About this weekend... If I did anything, you know I'm-"

"Dylan," I interrupted, stopping him from his long stuttering comment. "Your fine."

"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly happened?"

"Well, after you tried to make out with me. You punched someone in the face and broke up with Jackie," I said, holding back laughter as much as I could. All the color immediately left his face as his mouth hung open in shock.

"I didn't do that! No no no!" He denied. "You've gotta be kidding me!" He spoke a little louder.

"Oh, I am," I smiled evilly. He stared at me in shock and horror. A strange look crossed his face. I couldn’t tell what it meant, but it didn’t look good. I changed my mind about teasing him. I broke out into a series of laughter.

“You were drunk and I took you home, that is all.”

"I hate you, State, you know that?" Dylan said crossly. I continued to laugh and the corner of his lip moved, signaling a smile. I couldn't help but continue my laughter and soon Dylan joined in.

A moment later his booming laugh could be heard by everyone. I dared to look to my left. Brooke and Kyleigh were whispering to each other, never taking their eyes off of me.

I stopped laughing and looked forward, picking up my paper and reading it, or well pretending to.

"What's wrong?" Dylan asked. When I looked up he had his eyebrow raised in question.

"Nothing, Just... Really need a good grade on this project," I smiled.

"So, what exactly did I say? I've been told I kind of... Ramble on when I'm drunk," I laughed, thinking about the door knobs. "What?"

"You have a weird obsession with door knobs..."

"What? I do not! That is insane!" He denied. “I think you're playing a trick on me. I wouldn't talk about door knobs!"

"Welp! You did! You talked about all kinds of door knobs!" He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. I couldn’t help but laugh at him.

"Well, since you're you're not letting the door knob thing go. I'll ask you the first question." He paused and looked down at the paper. "What is your favorite movie?" He set the paper down. "We've already had our discussion on Disney movies. So this time, lets keep those out of it." I laughed at the memory that surfaced.

“We could always talk about Peter Pan?”

“Oh please, the last time we did that you accused me of liking little boys in tights,” he pouted.

“Which I’d like to point out you never denied,” Dylan laughed at me.

“I told you I hated your right?”

“I think you might have mentioned it once or twice.” I laughed.

“But! We must stay focused! So! Favorite non-disney movie?” He questioned, crossing his arms over his chest. I silently laughed at his posture but answered his question.

“Pride and Prejudice or Mall Cop.”

“You mean Paul Blart: Mall Cop, the greatest movie in all of existence?” Dylan gasped.

“No, I mean Mall cop, the most boring movie on the planet.” I frowned for a second before morphing into a smile. “Of course I mean Paul Blart! That is like the best movie ever in this whole universe.”

“My favorite part is when he’s like: ‘Peanut butter fills the cracks of the heart’ I died from laughter right then and there.”

“Oh yeah! That is a great part. I like when he slides across the floor and has to scoot himself to the other side. Also, I love when he runs into the door, intending on breaking it, but he falls back.” I started laughing hard; wishing I could stop so others wouldn’t stare.

“Yes! And when he headbutts the guy and he’s just like ‘No one wins with a head butt.”

“Totally!” I sighed as the laughter ends. “Next question?”

“Three places you want to visit! Go!”

“Ireland, Iceland, and Paris. You?”

“Australia, Africa and Europe... Only because I really can’t think of any other places right now,” Dylan said with a smirk. I give a light laugh.

“That will have to do. So! Next question! What is your family like?” I asked. Dylan seemed to freeze in his desk, he didn’t move for a moment. His eyes looked down at the ground almost immediately upon me asking. He breathed heavily and didn't say anything for a few moments before sighing and beginning:

"My uh... Mom died two years ago," he said, looking up at me. I could see it, the pain in his eyes.

And it broke my heart.

"Oh my goodness..." I immediately spat out, not knowing what to say. "I'm so sorry,"

"It's fine," he said, trying to pretend it didn't hurt him. "She was on her way to the grocery store when she crashed into another car..." He looked down at the ground again and everything seemed to freeze for a moment.

I remembered what he had said to me the other night.

'Don't go to the grocery store'

Now I knew that he wasn't drunkenly rambling.

 

He was trying to make sure he didn't lose me.