THE GUY WHO KILLED MY BOYFRIEND
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Dayne Jamila's POV
September 28, Dylan's Day
I looked so sleepless. I only slept for an hour. But still, I choose to go to school even though I still want to sleep.
I arrived at school at around seven in the morning and the program is about to begin.
Based on the research that I conducted last night, Dylan's Day is happening every twenty-eight days of September. It started way back then, when Dylan enrolled in our school. He has the biggest fan base on our school reason why he got his own day on our school calendar. Many students, especially girls idolized him because he is mysterious, serious, rich, famous, and handsome--- based on the research, okay? I am not praising him.
I went to the rooftop first then leave the medium-sized container box that I am carrying. I hide it beneath the plants.
I proceed to the function hall then immediately looked for Chelsea and Roxette.
The place is almost full. No wonder, Dylan is famous. There are lots of students who wanted to celebrate this day, and oh sucks! Now, that includes me.
If I were to ask, I don't like to face Dylan now. Since the day he was hospitalized, I can't explain the feeling that I am feeling towards him. I promised to be kind to him but seems like my heart can't face him right now.
My heart keeps on beating fast when he's around. Faster when he is close to me and fastest when he is holding me.
The introduction number just got ended. There's a girl group in our school who just performed.
Minutes later, the host introduces Dylan. He appeared in the middle of the stage.
And so my heart automatically beats fast. It is my first time meeting him again right after he was been hospitalized.
He now looks so well, handsome as ever. Oh, cut it.
It is now the part of the program where we should give our gifts. I was surprised to see that everyone is holding a gift, except, okay! There are two who are not holding anything at all. Me and Chelsea.
"Hey!!! You don't have a gift for Dylan!?!?" she asked me. I shook my head.
"What about you?" I asked in return.
"There's no need for me to give a gift, and I don't have a plan either."
Woaaahhh! Look who's talking! The way she reacts about me having no gift to Dylan is unbelievable while she doesn't have any as well.
Just a few more additional parts of the event and then it already got ended. Based on Dylan's facial reaction, he is not so happy with everything. I smirked. Why celebrate it anyway?
Chelsea and Roxette decided to go somewhere else after the event. I just said I will follow them. I have to get something on the rooftop.
I went to the rooftop after we separate ways. I have to carry home the thing that I brought early this morning.
I opened the door carefully. Upon landing the first few steps at the rooftop, there I found Dylan sitting on the floor while his head was leaned on the wall. His eyes were closed. Is he sleeping? Or just tired?
Anyways, I silently created some steps towards the direction of the plants. But I almost jump when I heard Dylan speaks.
"What do you think you are doing Jamila?"
"Uhm... Will water the plants?" I just made an excuse. Oh, what a lame excuse Dayne Jamila!
He stood up then walked closer to me. Automatically, as the distance between us decreases, my heart beats faster and faster again.
"Where's your gift?" he suddenly asked.
"I don't have any." then I suddenly closed my eyes. I am feeling so much tension right now.
"Of all the people, why you?" he asked again.
"Eh? Why me?" I answered. My eyes are still closed. I don't want to see him. My heart might beat fastest upon taking a closer look at his face.
"Never mind." I just heard his steps as he begins to walked away from me.
What happened?
He is about to close the door and leave the rooftop but I shouted his name. Luckily, I caught his attention.
"What?"
Arghhh! Now, how should I start this?
I took all my courage just to start saying these words:
"Promise not to laugh neither tease me once I gave you something."
Dylan immediately walked again in my direction.
"Yes, I promise," he answered. By the look in his eyes, seems like he is very interested in what I have just said.
I took the medium-sized container I put beneath the plants earlier. Just hoping that's what inside it still looks presentable.
I ask Dylan to sat on the floor. I sat beside him. My heart is beating oh so fast the moment we have met again but I have to fight this feeling.
I opened the container. Some of the ice cubes I put already melted.
"What's that?" he asked while I am in the middle of taking away the ice cubes. I have a plan!
I handpicked some ice cubes then immediately put these inside Dylan's shirt. A privilege I think because he's sitting near me. Oh well, was it the other way around? I am the one who sat beside him.
He hurriedly gets the cubes inside his shirt then threw it away from us. I can't help myself but laugh.
Dylan gave me an angry look and so I just stop laughing.
"Is that your gift?" he seriously asked.
"No," and so I continued digging in until my hand reached the container I put at the middle part.
"Here." Then I handed out the food container containing the ice pops I created last night.
"Take a look at it. I spelled out your name using these colorful ice pops. I know it is not a luxurious gift that you can have but I made it with all my heart. And besides, I love ice creams, I wanted to share with you how their sweetness can change the world. By the way, If you don't like it, you could just give it to the children you will see along the way." I added. I am saying everything while I am looking at the sky, I know in myself that I can't say all of it If I looked upon Dylan's face.
"T-thank you Jamila." then he just hugged me tightly after saying thanks.
Is he moved by the gift I gave?
He let me go, then I looked upon his face.
He is blushing but I don't know why. Well, I better not talk about it. It is an awkward moment anyway.
"Hey, let me checked on the ice pop," I said then get the food container in his hand.
I smiled upon realizing that these ice pops didn't melt yet. I get one pop then started to remove the plastic in it. I was about to taste it but Dylan suddenly grabbed it. Not just it, but all the ice pops including the container!
"What? I just want to taste it, I haven't got the chance to taste it while I am making all of it." I said.
"You have given me these, right? So you don't have the right to taste it."
"Seriously? You are so selfish!"
"Here." Then he gave me some money. I raised my brow, what is it for?
"Buy some ice cream if you want to eat. I will be leaving, goodbye."
Dylan Jasper's POV
All this time, I thought, nothing so special in celebrating Dylan's Day, but it differs now.
This colorful ice pop made by Jamila is surely a special gift that touches my heart, and so I immediately go home and put it in the fridge. It should not melt. It's a remembrance I will surely keep. Even though I wanted to taste it. I just choose to preserve it.
Thanks to their so-called, Dylan's Day!