~*~ Dylan's Point Of View ~*~
"I still don't understand why he's here," I muttered to Mr. Hanley, watching Shawn chat animatedly to Nick.
"It's a thank you," Mr. Hanley responded with a smirk. "And don't you want to see Nick dressed like this for awhile longer?"
I glared at Mr. Hanley whose smirk had grown a mile. He wagged his eyebrows at me and I just scowled at him. But no matter my actions, it was actually the truth. It really was a waste that Nick dressed up like a guy everyday. I knew she had to in order to keep her secret, but it was still a waste. She was such a cute girl.
And I did not like Shawn staring at her as much as he did. His eyes were so intent and they barely ever left her.
"Why does he keep staring at her?" I muttered out loud accidentally, rolling my eyes. I took my bottle of water and began chugging it so I wouldn't accidentally say anything more out loud.
"It's proper etiquette," Mr. Hanley responded, cocking an eyebrow. "Are you jealous perhaps?"
I snorted, forgetting I had water in my mouth. I began to choke as Nick and Shawn's attention snapped onto me. I coughed into my arm, cursing myself internally. That was embarrassing. Especially in front of Nick since Shawn hadn't done one embarrassing thing yet.
"Are you okay?" Nick asked sounding genuinely worried as Shawn and Mr. Hanley cracked up.
"I'm cough fine," I told her, trying to get the water out of my lungs.
Nick frowned at me slightly but than shrugged to. Sometimes I really wanted to know what she was thinking. Did she think about me as much as I thought about her? Did she even think of me at all? If she did, what did she think?
I groaned internally. If this kept up, I was going to definitely have a headache. I really was turning into a girl. The more I thought about Nick, the more I fantasized as well.
But it wasn't as if anything would ever come of it. Nick was still a "guy" and I was too. I couldn't ever let Nick know before she told me either. I didn't know how she would take it. Would she be angry? Upset? It wasn't worth even mentioning. Her business wasn't my business.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Nick asked, looking curious now.
"I'm fine," I told her with a wave of my hand, my coughing fit over. "Don't worry about it."
"So, Dylan," Shawn started, grinning at me.
His voice was very irritating.
"I heard you were coming back to the music business?"
I shot a look at Nick. She looked as surprised as I did, and vehemently shook her head when I looked at her. If she hadn't told anyone, who could have? Only Nick knew about me deciding to go back to the entertainment career. So how did Shawn know?"
"Who told you that?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Your record company."
I sighed. I should have known. I had forgotten I told them before I had told Nick. Even though I told them I didn't want it to be publicly announced until school was out. They couldn't wait two more months?
"And speaking of that, remember that little thing I told you about way back when?" Shawn continued, sipping his drink leisurely.
I raised an eyebrow at him.
"You know, the March Contest?"
"Oh," Shawn mimicked, rolling his eyes. "I can't believe you totally forgot about that concert!"
Dylan shrugged. "It wouldn't matter anyways because I didn't want to go back to music at that point anyways."
Shawn clicked his tongue. "That doesn't matter. You're doing the contest next month no matter what."
I frowned at him. "I don't think so."
"Why? You ditched out on the March one," Shawn responded, crossing his arms.
"I never said I was going to do that one."
"Are you scared you're going to lose?" Shawn teased, raising an eyebrow.
"No," I denied, rolling my eyes at him. "I just don't want to."
"Sure you're not."
I snorted at him. "That's not going to get you anywhere."
Shawn shrugged. "Well I can just tell everyone who asks for you that you were too scared to come. You won't be able to cover for yourself because you won't be there..."
"You're such a kid!"
Shawn grinned at me. "What's wrong with that?"
"Absolutely nothing," Mr. Hanley responded before me, grinning like Shawn.
Nick laughed. "Mr. Hanley, you always act like a kid. And there is something wrong with a grown-up man acting like a kid all the time."
"Mr. Hanley, you always act like a kid blah, blah, blah," Mr. Hanley mimicked in a high pitch voice.