Short Stories

The Devil Doesn't Like Me

Amethyst shoves her books into her locker cursing the wind under her breathe. Out of all the people in her forensics class, she had to be forced to work with Dalton.

Dalton is not your typically high school football star. He isn't the overrly-goddly attractive quarterback with secrets to hide and ignores everyone in his path. Instead he is the average male; tall, muscular, dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. Instead of pushing students out of the way and dominating the hallways, he is the annoying kid who loves to goof off in class and never does his work, but manages to ace every test.

He would much rather read up on the latest gossip or athletics news.

Amethyst would rather watch Netflix in the comfort of her home as her three dogs and two cats curl up against her legs.

Unlike Dalton, she has to work hard for her grades, even if she would rather sleep instead of studying. She isn't popular, nor is she an outcast. Eccentially she is the average female student who hates school, drinks way to much iced coffee, participates in several clubs and hates being the center of attention.

Several people have told her that Dalton and her would be a cute couple.

She almost punched them. Sure she has thought about it, but it wasn't like it would ever happen.

"Amy! Wait up will you. Man you walk faster than my disable grandma."

Slamming her locker shut, Amethyst walks in the opposite direct of Dalton. "That might because I am running away from you."

He laughs and stops beside her, "Come on, we both know that you don't run. The only running you do is Netflix marathons."

"What do you want Dalton?"  She asks as she pushes open the wooden doors to the cafeteria where it buzzes with conversation and laughter. Grabbing a tray, she scans the food options and drops a chicken patty sandwich onto her tray along with a water bottle.

Dalton waves at the lunch lady who is busy pouring ranch into plastic cups.

"Hola señora Kiner, ¡te ves hermosa como siempre!" ( You look beautiful as always) Despite being fourty-five with a husband of twenty-years and two twins boys, she blushes and waves her hand in his direction.

"Gracias Dalton. Eres muy amable como siempre." (Thank you Dalton. You are too kind like aways."

"No hay problema, es solo la verdad.." ( No problem, it is the truth.)

Amethyst rolls her eyes at Dalton and types in her lunch pin and then proceeds to walk to her table which ironically sits empty. All her tablematers are in the anatomy class and are on a field trip to see a live operation.

As she tosses her bag onto the table and sits down, Dalton plops down into the seat across from her.

"Are you going to ignore me?"

Without a word, she grabs her phone, starts scrolling through her instagram feed and takes a bite out of her sandwich.

"Amy."

Nothing.

"Amy." This time he draws out the 'a'.

Nothing.

"Pickle juice"

Groaning, Amethyst sits her phone down and stares at Dalton, "What?"

He opens his mouth but Ameythest cuts him off with a glare, "Also I told you never to call me that again."

Chuckling Dalton grabs her water and takes a drink before handing it back, "Why?"

"Because it happened in fourth grade! Also you pinky promised never to tell a soul."