Daydreams

Chapter 3

I looked through the window at the closed curtains only a few feet away.

They have been closed for weeks now.

“Stop it.” Holland said, sitting on my bed.

“I can’t.” I shook my head and hugged my knees.

“Carter he misses you.” Holland nodded.

“He doesn’t Holland! He said he hates me! He never wants to see me again!” I retorted.

“If he hates you he wouldn’t stare at you all the time in science.” She rolled her eyes.

“He doesn’t stare.”

“You’re right. He practically stalks.” She nodded.

I rolled my eyes this time.

Dylan didn’t miss me.

Dylan

I pressed the record button on Snapchat.

“Hey… um. Just wanted to say that I miss talking to you. A lot.”

I sighed.

I looked at my Snapchat contacts.

Two were still on my best friends.

Carter and Taylor.

The thing was… I really don’t know who that Snapchat is for.

I selected both and sighed.

I untagged Carter.

Carter

“Don’t make me go!” I groaned, not wanting to get out of the car.

“You’re going.”

“Everyone knows what I don’t Holland! I can’t go and face people that look at me like you jacked up the ‘it’ couple!”

“F*ck Taylor! She’s not you!”

She eventually managed to pull me out and get me on the bleachers.

The first thing I saw was Taylor.

She was cheering.

But that’s not the only thing. She was wearing #20, like she hadn’t done in weeks.

Here, if you’re a cheerleader and your boyfriend was on the team, you could wear his jersey over your uniform.

My heart shattered.

The game was just about to finish up.

“I really don’t want to-” My sentence was interrupted by a bunch of scared screams and people standing up, gasping.

Huh?

I turned to see everyone on the field kneeling.

Who is it?

“Who is it? Who?!” I shouted, looking for an answer.

“It’s #20!” A girl gasped.

Twenty?

Oh my God!

I raced from my seat.

An arm caught me.

“Carter you can’t go down there!” Holland stated.

“Watch me.” I said, running down. I slipped through the gate and ran out.

Dylan was up and slowly making his way over to the bleacher.

“Carter? What are you-” “Are you okay?! What happened?” I demanded.