Unexpected Actions (ON HOLD)

Chapter 13

"Mom, what are you talking about? What do you mean with 'unfortunately'? I-I don't get it."

"Your dad is just being... a fucking... asshole." I was shocked to hear my mom swear. I haven't heard her swear since.... I can't really remember the last time she swore. And I don't even know why she did now.

"Mom? What's going on? Tell me." I ask her seriously. She sighs deeply.

"Honey... we're getting a divorce." And in that moment it felt like my world had fallen down. I drop my phone and collapse on the floor against the wall. I could hear my mom talking on the phone, but I was too shocked to pick it up and respond. I felt something wet roll down my cheeks, but before it could reach the bottom of my face, a hand quickly wipes my tears away. I look up and I was shocked to see Dylan Smith looking at me with concern in his eyes. Before I knew it I was picked up. No, not in bridal style. That would be too cliché. He just held me by the shoulder and with my phone in his other hand he lead us outside, to his car, I suppose. Once we were seated and on our way to god-knows-where I realized that he still got my phone. I didn't know if he knew what was going on with me and why I couldn't speak for several minutes or that he did knew and he just wanted to let me have my minutes. I decided it would be time to speak up. Even though, I'm still in a shocked shape. Like come on! I can't believe my parents are getting a divorce. And I don't even know the reason why! I sigh.

"W-where are we going?" I ask Dylan. To be honest, I didn't even know why he did this. We have never talked, we have never hang out. There is not specific connection between us. I only knew him by name, because he is Matt's best friend and one of the most popular boys. Also, he plays in the football team. But enough about that...

"We are... going to get some coffee, if that's okay with you?" I quickly nod. Coffee would be a good idea. I haven't had some in a while and I really craved for some lately. Especcially now. We arrived at the Starbucks and we quickly went into the coffeeshop. It was a bit busy, as it was Saturday evening, but we still got to find a table. "What kind of coffee do you want, Hailey?" Dylans asks me.

"A Caramel Frappuccino, please." I say in a reflex. Dyland nods and then walks to the counter. Then a thought came to me. Why exactly is he doing this? We have never talked before. Before I could think any further into it, Dylan comes back with my Frappuccino and a Espresso. He puts them on the table and places himself in the chair on the opposite of the table.

"How much was my Frappuccino?" Is the first thing I ask. Dylan shakes his head.

"It's okay. It's on me." He says.

"No, you don't have to. I can easily pay for myself."

"But you don't have to, because I want to pay." He fights back with a smile. I sigh.

"Allright. Thank you then." I thank him with a smile, but even Dylan could see it didn't reach my eyes. He sighs and for a moment he didn't say anything.

"So... Who was it on the phone? And what did he or she that made you so... sad?" He asks and I stayed quiet. "You don't have to tell me. If it's too personal I don't want to -"

"It was my mom. She erm... kind of said some things that are new to me." He stayed quiet, so I continued. "Her and my dad are g-getting a d-divorce." I felt the tears come up again but I pushed them back. I didn't want Dylan to see me so weak again.

"Oh my god." Is his only response. I chuckle a bit and wipe my tears away with the back of my arm.

"Yeah... you could say that." I thought he was just going to stay quiet and let me have my moment. I figured boys aren't the kind to be all huggy and stuff. But instead he moved his boddy to my side of the table and then he did something that made my breath get caught in my throat. He pulled me on his lap and closed his arms around me. For a moment I was just sitting uncomfortable on his lap. Not really knowing what would be appropriate to do. But I just hid my face in his neck and I lost my fight with my tears. They kept coming and it felt like there wouldn't come an end to them. I made a fist of my hands and grabbed Dylan's t-shirt. I didn't know where this came from. I just did what I felt was right. I hid my face a bit deeper into his neck. I don't know for how long this went on but eventually I lifted up my head and I stared into Dylan's eyes and realized how close our faces are. He lifted up his hand and wiped ny tears away once again with his thumb. I sigh and look down at my fists. I unleash them. I noticed a stain on the corner of his shirt, which I made with my tears.