I wake up the next morning and check up if Dylan replied my texts but I find nothing. To add pain to the injury he blue ticked me. I place my phone aside and lay my head on the bed.
"Young lady you better wake up for school." I hear my mom's voice yell from her room. She's already up preparing to go to work. I take a deep breath and drag my lazy self from bed. I walk straight to the shower and let the warm water drop down my skin. I sit down on the cold tiles and hug my knees. Tears fill my eyes and I start crying bitterly. I don't know how many times I've cried ever since Dylan went to campus. I need a distraction something that will make me feel better than what I am now.
A few minutes later I get out of the bathroom and hed to my room. I wipe out the dripping water and dress ready for school. After that I take my breakfast and leave.
All the way I keep thinking of what to do with my broken heart. I feel exhausted and tired of thinking, feeling and most importantly loving. Especially someone who has zero feelings for me. Dylan sucks!!
I get to class and sit at my usual spot. No one is in class and I just decide to take a few minutes nap I can't read, my head is extremely heavy. I'm woken up by one of my classmates Jane, she's quite focused. "Hey?" She says and I answer. She doesn't say anymore words instead she sits down and take her books to study. I wish I was her, not having to think about a stupid boyfriend who doesn't like you. My mom warned me against Dylan and I never listened. I should have.
"Do you have your Finance book here?" Jane asks and I take the book and hand it over to her. She smiles "Are you okay?" She asks and I nod. I go back to taking a nap. It's the only way I get my thoughts away.
A loud bang on the door wakes me up again. I raise my head up thinking its the lecturer. Fidel walks in complaining of the door having problems opening. Immediately he notices me, he lights up and smiles warmly. He then turns to Jane and I see him walk towards Jane and greets her first. Then he walks to me, "Hey." He says his voice calm and sweet. His smile looks sincere and, something else, I can't read his expressions. "Hey." I answer lamely.
He sits behind me and pats me to turn. I turn and look at him. "You look terrible this days." He says and I feel like just bursting out into tears but I hold them in. I don't want to cry in his presence. He seems too concerned and that's the most wierd thing. I was always a third party and people never cared about my views, feelings ,emotions or features. So with Fidel it was strange, he was the least person I expected to care about me. "I'm not feeling well." I say. He narrows his eyes on me and lifts his hand then puts it back down. I can see he wants to hold my forehead but he has fears I might back off like I did last time. "I can get you some drugs just let me know if you want some. Plus sleeping is not the way to get better." He said changing his smile into something else I can't read his expressions again.
"Thanks Fidel I appreciate." I say and he nods. "Now just sit up and let's talk about something." He says moving his desk closer. He then placed his elbow on the desk and supports his head with his hand. "Like what?" I ask with a laugh. "Anything let's start by what that book has?" He asks and I act stupid. "What book?" I ask.
"You know what I'm talking about." He says with a smirk on his face. I wonder if I'm that interesting to hang out with that I get smirks and smiles from Fidel. "Where is Dan?" I change the topic. "He's in the library." He frowns and I wonder why. Is it because I asked for Dan?
"Ooh." I say lacking words after noticing his frown. "You still haven't answered my question. He says and I look at him. The frown is replaced with a sweet smile. "Its just poems and stories, actually begining of stories while some are synopsis..."
"You are a writer?"
"Yeah, I don't look like one, do I?" I ask sheepishly. "No I wonder how good your writings can be." He says and looks away.
"You are funny. " I say and he looks back at me."I don't think I cracked any joke."
"I just love writing, it's my thing." I say and he smiles. Shortly he digs into his bag as if looking for something. He then smiles and take a book off his bag.... shit!!! My book. "How did you get that? I hope you haven't read anything there? You such an ass....." I don't finish that statement. I try picking it from him but he pulls it away and I frown angrily. "Relax." He says with another smirk. "You left it here yesterday, I happen to be the one finding it so I just took it and decide to keep it for the night. And no I haven't opened it, you never wanted me to. I don't like making you feel uncomfortable." He says and I feel my eyes widen at his last statement.
"Thank you, I hope you are not lying to me." I say taking it from him and putting it back into my bag. "Why do you write poems." He asks after I turn to face him. "Because I love to." I say and he smiles. "You are funny." He says and I wonder why he would give such a compliment. Shortly the lecturer walks in and I get my book. After a few minutes the other classmates walk in. The class is on.