Let's Pretend We Never Happened

Chapter9/Once called mine

*Tess' POV*

I wake up and sit up straight on my bed. With my one eye open I see a big figure in deep slumber, on the bed placed opposite from mine. It doesn't seem like Sienna, the girl I met yesterday who I assumed to be my roommate. I'm unable to see the face, hands, legs or anything because the whole body is covered under a thin white blanket.

I get off the bed and realise that I slept on the wrong bed. Of course I did, I was not in the correct state of mind though I will surely thank my roommate for being so adjustable and not waking me up telling me to move just because I slept on her side.

I shake my head vigorously, trying to not think about what happened yesterday and pray to god I never get to see him again although a part of me wants to see him but I strongly feel it wil be better if I don't. I take my clothes which I will wear for the day and walk out of the room.

***

As I stride towards my math class, I feel a hand grip at my forearm and pulling me towards something.

"Hey" Dylan's face appears in front of me and he pants unstoppably as if he'd been running for awhile.

"Hi what happened?" I ask him, slightly amused.

We see students walking past us and everyone looks at us with shocked expressions, I look at Dylan who's probably thinking about a comprehensible sentence and wonder if he's one of the popular  kids? "Nothing I just wanted to know if you're free tonight" he answers.

"Yeah why?" I ask him with a puzzled face. What does he want?

"I was wondering if we could hang out." He says out of the blue whilst scratching the back of his head.

"Umm I barely know you." I chuckle a bit, stating the fact.

"Well you could try knowing me" he offers and I see his fingers crossed and I try to swallow my laughter.

I look at him in awe until he speaks again "So what do you think Tess?" Dylan questions impatiently, hope evident in his voice.

I know I've not made the best decisions in my life. I mean first Ashton, then yesterday's party and
"Tess?" Dylan speaks, interrupting my thoughts.

"I don't know what if-"  I was just starting to ramble when Dylan cuts me.

"Don't say what if, I hate that word" he says, his tone hinting he really hated it.

"I didn't mean it that way. I meant that what if is such an unpromising word. What if is like being in state of dilemma. You say what if this, what if that and just get more and more tensed. So instead of being in a dilemma and bothering yourself isn't it better to have a life with a little oh well's rather than what if's?" Dylan finishes his short speech and I start clapping.

"Well thank you." He bows, making me chuckle.

"Hehe okay then what time?" I ask him and his eyes lift, excitedly.

"Seven sharp, be ready" he tells me and then disappears around the corner.

***

I enter a big hall filled with few students. Thank god I'm not late.
It wouldn't be a good impression on the teacher if you would be late on the first day right, not that I care about my impression.. Actually I do care. I know it's pretty easy to say I don't care what people think but I think everyone really cares what others think and there are only some, the rare ones who don't actually care although I wish I was one of them but I'm not so yeah...