SIMONA
I also didn't bring a hoodie sweatshirt to tie around my waist. Sudents were gathering around. Some had their phones up. My almost naked ass has become a spectacle. I tried to stand up but I was intentionally pushed back down.
"Get away from me!" I yell at them. Terrified.
"Why should we? You were the one who put on a free show." One of the jock guys said.
One of my worse school nightmares was happening. I was now surrounded by students holding phones. No doubt filming me or taking pictures. I hug myself, feeling naked under their collective gazes. I was panicking. They are look excited. I could not understand, is this something to be happy and excited about?
"I believe she told you guys to get away from her!" That familiar masculine voice brings instant relief to me. I raised my head up, and there he was. Dylan, my best friend staring directly at one of the jock guys. I am not imagining things, am I?
"What's it to you dude? Is she your bitch or wha--"
Dylan had cut off the guy by landing a dirty punch on his nose. I heard a cracking sound. The guy stumbles backwards and was caught by his friends from falling and hitting the floor. A huge fight broke out in a span of seconds. Dylan was surrounded by the jock guys. Clearly outnumbered, but he doesn't back down. Punches rained. I got up and tried to stop them, the next thing I saw was my head spinning and hitting a locker. One of the guys had thrown me against it. I immediately felt pain and dizziness. I feel on the floor, holding my head. I did not know how the fight ended. I later found myself in the infirmary with the school doctor putting ointments over the bump on my head. It was quite big. I hope it miraculously heals and disappears without a trace before mom visits this weekend. Or perhaps, she should postpone her visit to next week. I started to think of excuses to talk her out of coming.
Later, we were all in the dean's office. All seven of us. Dylan's face has quite some red marks all over it. I inwardly grimace. Dylan hates scars, especially facial ones. I just hope the bruises disappear without leaving any behind. I was happy and surprised that he showed up. He was supposed to still be in Spain visiting his grandmother for the semester break. He said he was going to come back in two weeks when I called him the day before yesterday.
What was he doing here now? He likes surprising me. It scares me to think of what would have happened if he had not come to my rescue. I was already feeling lost and dejected.
In this institution of God-knows-how-many thousands of people were in, Dylan is my only person and best friend. He has been since were little kids. He protects and keeps me company. I'd chose him over a female bestie anytime, any day.
The dean absentmindedly listened to our argued explanations and then served us detention. Detention!
This is the first time that I have gotten detention in the two years I have been in this school. I didn't even do anything wrong! It was all the jock guys fault. But then I am glad mine is single detention. Dylan and the others got double. Detention was nothing to Dylan as he is quite a delinquent as well. So I wasn't too worried that I was the reason he got it.
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"I thought you said you will be coming in two weeks?"
Dylan and I were hanging out on the lush grasses of the school's lawn.
He was lying on the grass with me sitting cross legged. I had changed out of my ripped yoga pants into my tennis shorts.
"I could not stand my annoying cousins any longer. And I wanted to surprise you."
"I thought as much. And I am glad you did." I smiled.
"Hey, Wanna go to a party later? Solange is throwing a party to celebrate her becoming the biggest shareholder in her dad's company." He said.
Solange is Dylan's girlfriend and one of the school's bitchy queens. She is beautiful, rich and has a huge main character syndrome. Definitely the kind of people I avoid.
"No thanks." I rejected instantly.
"Come on, it's going to be fun." He urges. "You are always home by yourself. Aren't you bored?"
Bored? If I am not burying my face in a novel, I am either writing one or watching fuck boy Elion do what he does best. Why would I be bored?
"Introverts can never be bored being with themselves." I said, Pushing my glasses up my nose brigde
"You're nineteen. It's time you get out of your shell for God's sake." He emphasized.
"Look Dylan, I know where I belong. And it is definitely not with your clique."
"They are not as bad as you think." He defends.
"Really?" I frowned. "What do you call making a freshmen drink until she passes out, and then plastering her nudes all over the school's website the next day?"
He shrugs lightly. "I don't know. She must have gotten off with one of them on the wrong foot. But you, you are my bestie. None of them would try and mess with you. They will love you the way they love me."
"That's flattering. But no."
He was about to say something and try to convince me more but got interrupted by someone calling out his name. It was his girlfriend, Solange Fiztell. Her catwalk makes her look like a supermodel. A few years from now, and she would most possibly be on the runway as one of Victoria secret's angels. She is tall, with tanned skin, blonde hair and hazel eyes. She is so cool and gives ultimate Regina George kinda vibes. I get full with envy everytime I look at her. She is beautiful, hot, rich and smart. She's got everything. Everything except attitude. "There you are sugarbun."
She fuses her lips with Dylan's as soon as gets close.
I roll my eyes. Keeping my gaze on anywhere else but them.
She does that everytime and anywhere like she's marking her territory and claiming ownership of him.