Another week past and thankfully I didn't have another run-in with Jessica or Dylan. I saw him sometimes looking at me in the hallways at school, sometimes he would look at me with hate and other times he would look at me like he wanted to say something but didn't know how to.
Today is a Saturday and I have another shift at the coffee shop. I'm not all that happy about that because I'm here all day, but at least I'm getting paid for it.
When it becomes one o'clock in the afternoon the lunch rush has vanished and its just Mrs Rodgers — an elderly woman that lives down the street from me — and I in the coffee shop.
I begin wiping a table clean when the bell above the front door jingles alerting me that somebody has just walked in.
I quickly finish wiping the table and turn around to greet the person. Who I see is the last person I wanted to see. Dylan Blakewell.
I groan quietly before I make my way over to the counter. "What can I get you?" I ask.
"Just a can of Coca-Cola, a slice of chocolate cake and five minutes to talk to you," he says.
I huff. "You can have the can of Coca Cola and the slice of cake but I will not speak to you. That will be £2.80 please." I say the last part as a diversion.
"Oh come on please," he says while handing over the money. "It's just five minutes."
I put the money into the cash register and proceed to grab him the can of Coca Cola and the slice of chocolate cake. "I'm working; I haven't got time for a chit chat."
He chuckles slightly as I place his drink and a plate with his cake on in front of him. "Chit chat? Is that what you're calling it?" he asks. "That's cute. Anyway, there's only one other person in this coffee shop besides you and I, you can spare five minutes for me can't you?"
I fold my arms across my chest. "Even if I could spare you five minutes why would I want to?"
"You're not still mad at me because of what I said to you last week are you?" I don't say anything, I instead choose to stay quiet because what he said was true but of course, I don't want him to know but I also don't like lying so either way, it's pretty much a lose-lose situation. Dylan however quickly catches on and he knows right away that I'm still upset, I mean how can he not? "I knew you were still mad at me!" he exclaims. "I said I was sorry can't you just forget what I said?"
I scoff and roll my eyes at him while I still keep my arms folded over my chest. "How can I forget what you said when you humiliated me. After what you and your airhead girlfriend did to me everyone now looks at. I constantly feel them staring at me everywhere I go and I hate it!" It's now my turn to exclaim, which I immediately regret because I see Mrs Rodgers in the corner looking at us. I decide to quieten my voice down. "I used to be invisible and I liked that, but ever since you came into my life I've been nothing but that." Managing to keep the tears at bay I utter the words get out Dylan before turning and walking away into the kitchen.
It's nice and quiet in the kitchen, it's the only place besides my house that I don't feel like everyone is staring or whispering stuff about me. The kitchen is a pretty closed off place. There is only a small square shaped window that allows food to be passed out, most of the time though it's closed off by some white wooden blinds — like it is right about now.
I sit on the floor in the kitchen calming myself down. I don't know what it is about Dylan but whenever I see him I get butterflies in my stomach. I can't help but get mad at him most of the time, though. It's always because of something he does in front of everyone to show that he isn't a nice person but a cold, heartless bad boy — also known as a d**k!
"I'm sorry. Again." I hear a voice from the entrance of the kitchen say.
I turn my head and look up to see Dylan standing by the door looking at his feet. "You've said that loads of times but it doesn't change what you did," I say to him.
"I know it doesn't but I'm going to make it up to you," he promises.
"I don't care if you do make it up to me or you don't, you humiliated me and that will now always be a video in my head playing on loop over and over again," I say to him turning my head and looking back to where my eyes have previously been staring at — my knees.
What I said to him is true and has constantly been happening since. Whenever I'm not busy or not doing something important or when I go to bed at night I keep picturing myself being humiliated by Jessica and Dylan over and over again. I've never been a confident person and I don't think I ever will be, not now anyway.
Dylan slowly walks into the kitchen and slides down next to where I'm sitting. "I hurt you and I can keep saying I'm sorry but I know that won't make a difference. Hunter, I really am sorry. You might not believe me but I am." There's a pregnant pause when he finishes. I don't speak, and not just because I don't know if Dylan wants to say anything more but it's also because I don't know what to say. I've said everything there is for me to say to him.
After about a minute in silence, Dylan decides to carry on speaking. "I broke up with Jessica. It was the night when I embarrassed you. The look on your face and the fact the I was the cause of it made me feel..." There was another pause, this time not as long though but long enough for Dylan to sum up what he was feeling. "Sad. Angry. Sick. Normally I wouldn't be feeling those things but with you, I did."
I'm shocked by what Dylan just revealed. It's now made me wonder if he was feelings those things because he cares for me.
He can't care for me, though, can he?
We continued to sit in another silence. This time, it's about five minutes long. I was thinking about all the things I could say and all the things I really wanted to say. I knew right then when I was proceeding all the things I wanted to say to him in my head that I couldn't say them, so I chose to speak all the things I could say to him. "Did you really break up with Jessica?" I turn and say to him.
When he hears me speak he turns to look at me. "Yeah," he responds.
"I think... I think I'm starting to forgive you. I know that I want to because I really li-" Oh god! I nearly told him I liked him. Oh god, how stupid could I have been to have nearly done that? I'm such an idiot! A complete and utter idiot! "I, uh, I know I want to because I really think you are a great person when you're not with you friends."
"I know I am."
"Then why do you hang around with them then?" I ask.
"I don't know." He shrugs then combs a hand through his hair. "I've known them since I was thirteen. They're my only friends."
"I'm sure you have other friends. Other friends that are three times better than them."
"Look, I'm not going to stop hanging out with my friends but I promise I won't do anything to hurt you again." After he says that he pulls out his phone and — what I assume he does — looks at the time. He places his phone back into his pocket and gets up off the floor. "I gotta go. I meant what I said, though." And with that, he leaves going god knows where while I continue to run the coffee shop.
AUTHORS NOTE
Hi, what did you think of chapter number five? Did you love it? Like it? Or hate it?
What about the conversation that Hunter and Dylan had? What did you think of Dylan when he went to Hunter and apologised?
What about the moment when Hunter almost revealed to Dylan that she had feelings for him? Oh damn!
Do you think Hunter and Dylan could be friends for now? Or possibly more in the future?
Tell me what you think and give this chapter a vote please. :)