More Than Friends

Six

Dylan never came over, nor did he ask, to start and finish the project. I did it all on my own.

I storm in through the front doors, searching for him. I tried to calm myself down, but it didn't work. This pissed me off, big time. He couldn't just blow me off like this without saying anything.

As soon as I saw his stupid head, I bumped into someone. I look up into dark blue eyes.

"Hi, I'm Ryan." He says. His voice is almost as deep as Dylan's. Ugh, why am I comparing them?

"Hey, sorry. I have to go." I say, but he's blocking my way.

"You listen to The Tricksters?" He nods down at my worn out vintage shirt.

"Yeah, do you?" I ask, suddenly hopeful. I had never met someone who listened to them. They weren't well known.

"Hell yeah, I do. What's your favorite song?" He smirks, leaning against a locker. I follow him, intrigued.

"Monopoly." We say.

"I've never met someone who listens to them!" All my anger from earlier is suddenly gone.

"Really? A few of my friends listen to them. There's a concert in Bridgeview this weekend. Wanna come with us?" Something about this dude makes me afraid. I'm not sure if it's the leather jacket or all the chains.

"Uh..." I trail off, looking away from his face.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" He smirks, leaning in a bit.

"I don't know... Can I think about it?" I ask, avoiding his eyes again.

"Sure. Here's my number if you decide to come. Or not." He hands me a slip of paper and winks, walking away.

"Why were you talking to him?" A voice booms behind me, and I almost scream.

"I can talk to whoever I want." I snap, walking to my class. He grabs my bicep and I stop. "What, now?"

"He's bad news, Brianna. Stay away from him." He warns, walking away.

I walk into class and sit beside Natalie. I write down the notes on the board and then doodled on the desk while the teacher lectured.

"How have you been? It feels like we haven't spoken in forever." Natalie whispers, pretending to write down notes from the board.

"Yeah, sorry. These past few days have been rough." I shrug, erasing the desk off. The bell rings then, and I wave goodbye to Natalie.

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I was beyond excited when I saw the poster for softball conditioning on my way out of my last period. I grabbed one of the pale yellow flyers and folded it, stuffing it into my pocket. Softball was my dream. My passion. My hobby. My true love. 

"You play?" A voice from behind me asks. I turn around and see Ryan.

"Oh, hey, yeah, I do." I say, flustered that he was talking to me again.

"Cool ." He smirks, and I hesitantly take a step away from him.

"Okay well-" A text from my mom made my phone chime and I took it out.

Dylan is going to be taking you home today. Busy day at work. Love you!

I groan and apologetically smile at Ryan.

"Sorry, but I have to go... I'll..see you around." I awkwardly wave and run towards the parking lot.

I stop at his jeep and wait on him. Dark clouds swirled throughout the sky and I tapped my foot impatiently waiting. Thunder boomed, making me jump.

I groaned when I felt the first fat raindrop fall onto my arm. It started to pour rain then, and fury bubbled inside of me. I jerked my phone out of my pocket and called him. No response.

About fifteen minutes later, he jogs up to me.

"What are you doing? I've been waiting on you since school let out!" He yelled over the rain. I wanted to slap him.

"No you haven't! I've been standing here, at your car, and you never showed up!" I yelled.

"Brianna, that's not my jeep. This is an older model. Besides, it has a sticker on the window!" He snapped.

"How was I supposed to know, Dylan?!" I yelled. Slapping him was such a good idea.

"Just get into my car." He replied, walking away.

"No." I stated, walking away in the opposite direction. I heard him groan behind me, and heard his car start.

I walked along the sidewalk, rain soaking my shoes. Thunder and lightning boomed, and I was almost afraid enough to get into his car. Almost.

"Please just get in the car, Brianna. This rain isn't going to let up anytime soon." He sighed, slowly following me.

Ignoring him, I walked into a sheltered bus stop and tried to warm up. The wind wasn't helping any.

Dylan stopped his car and followed me in.

"Brianna, please." He pleaded, running his fingers through his  hair. The wind made his shirt stick to him, and I stated at his torso for a little too long, because he noticed. "Stop checking me out and get in the car." He snapped.

"I'm not checking you out!" I lied, my teeth chattering.

He sighed and took a jacket out of his car.

"T-thank y-y-you." I shivered, sighing at the warmness from the hoodie.

I opened my eyes, surprised to see him so close to me. He was so close, his hot breath was fanning against my face. His eyes were a golden color, his pupils dilated. I glanced down at his full lips, suddenly wondering how they would feel, how they would taste, against mine.

He stepped back, clearing his throat. "Come on. Let's go home now, please." 

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A/N: ugh! All this corona shit is closing everything down. I miss school. *sigh*

Anyways, sorry... I know this chapter is shorter than the rest. I really just wanna speed this process up! This story is gonna get juicier & juicer 👀

Love you!
-makayla