Though his confession stunned me, I didn't feel any overwhelming sense of emotion. He did everything right. He flirted and sat next to me and he was definitely attractive, at least compared to most boys. But I didn't love him. And maybe, just maybe if I'd never met Wes, I would've liked Dylan more. Because comparing how I feel around Dylan to how I feel around Wes makes Dylan seem so insignificant.
He must've taken my silence as rejection, because his face immediately shifted into a distraught expression. "Too soon?" He asked bitterly, though his voice was tinged with disappointment.
I realized then that Dylan had confessed really early. Which meant he must like me strongly. I sighed. "I'm sorry, Dylan. I like you a lot." He shrugged. "But I'm nothing compared to him, am I?"
I couldn't respond. It was obvious that I loved Wes. Dylan smiled dryly. "I get it. After a while, all of your emotions towards Wesley will go away. Once you find out how much of a screwed-up person he is."
I hated how Dylan said that. How he talked so badly about Wes. Though I hate to admit it, I can understand why Dylan hates him. So why do I feel such a strong need to defend Wes?
"I'll be waiting until that happens," Dylan added. I avoided eye contact. I didn't want to talk to Dylan anymore. Luckily, lunch was ending in just a couple minutes.
"Walk with me to English?" Dylan asked charmingly, as if what he just recently said didn't matter anymore. "I need to do something real quick before English. I'll walk with you at French." I tried to muster up a friendly tone. I didn't want to offend Dylan. We would be together at the mall after all, plus he's in a couple of my classes.
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Teen Fiction"Your boyfriend?" He asked roughly, almost accusingly. I nodded, feeling confused. "What will I say?" He frowned at that. "Tell him you're taken." I looked at him with blatant perplexity. "What?" "I want you to be mine." Flora Vargas moved schools...
