One Look - Chapter 1
Beginning of One Look. Please don't be harsh, it gets way better I promise.
Dylan. That's the name everyone's been talking about. Anywhere from, "Gosh, is Dylan really back?!" to "I'm surprised this school let him back in... If they knew about his history, they would have thought twice." Me, being the "new girl" in this mere 550 population of a high school, is completely clueless about this Dylan kid. Most of the talk has been coming from the girls, them drooling at the sound of his name. I've heard he's "Handsomely tall, soft brown hair, and gorgeous brown eyes." Well, says the cheerleaders. Then again, you can't go by what they say. What's sad is that every stereotypical story told in public schools about cheerleaders is 100% true at our school. Annoying, stuck up, and arrogant. If they say a single lie, just a little lie, by lunch every single person will know and believe it. That's the only disadvantage of having such a small school.
The first day I actually talked to him was on a Friday. People started talking about him on Tuesday, but I never saw him. I first saw him when I was walking to my second period with my friend Breanne. We were about half way to the Health classroom, walking along the stone wall of the library, when I hear Breanne squeal the all famous name. "Dylan! Oh my gosh you're back!" I turned to see her hugging a rather tall boy, tall and lanky. He wore a lightly oversized gray pull-over, hood up. He wore navy blue shorts, what looked to be a white polo under, black Active socks and gray Vans.
I was only able to catch a glimpse of his face once. It was small and round, with soft cheeks and rather gorgeous eyes. Wow, so the cheerleaders were right... for once. Breanne finally gave him her goodbye hug, him not even looking my way, and we ran off to health. 15 minutes into the class, our teacher put on an Intervention Episode, which was boring beyond compare, so I pulled out my phone from under my desk and opened a text from Breanne.
"Did you hear? Dylan's back!" Yup, I could have expected that. I replied, asking her who the Dylan kid was. And she answered with, "The guy who was in the gray sweatshirt just before second period." Oh, so that's the all mighty Dylan. I didn't bother to text back, I just wanted to know who he was. Health dragged on, and so did break. Third and fourth period flew by, then lunch came. Just a single second of eye contact is all it could take... And for the split second, my life totally changed.
The first day I actually talked to him was on a Friday. People started talking about him on Tuesday, but I never saw him. I first saw him when I was walking to my second period with my friend Breanne. We were about half way to the Health classroom, walking along the stone wall of the library, when I hear Breanne squeal the all famous name. "Dylan! Oh my gosh you're back!" I turned to see her hugging a rather tall boy, tall and lanky. He wore a lightly oversized gray pull-over, hood up. He wore navy blue shorts, what looked to be a white polo under, black Active socks and gray Vans.
I was only able to catch a glimpse of his face once. It was small and round, with soft cheeks and rather gorgeous eyes. Wow, so the cheerleaders were right... for once. Breanne finally gave him her goodbye hug, him not even looking my way, and we ran off to health. 15 minutes into the class, our teacher put on an Intervention Episode, which was boring beyond compare, so I pulled out my phone from under my desk and opened a text from Breanne.
"Did you hear? Dylan's back!" Yup, I could have expected that. I replied, asking her who the Dylan kid was. And she answered with, "The guy who was in the gray sweatshirt just before second period." Oh, so that's the all mighty Dylan. I didn't bother to text back, I just wanted to know who he was. Health dragged on, and so did break. Third and fourth period flew by, then lunch came. Just a single second of eye contact is all it could take... And for the split second, my life totally changed.
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