DYLAN'S POV
"You took her cookie."
"I took her cookie!"
I was busy freaking out in my room about what I did earlier in school. I hadn't put much thought into it, that was until Tyler started going on and on about how much I had jeopardized anything that could have been formed between Morgan and me. It hadn't bothered me at first, but the more I thought of it, the more I realized he was right.
The other thing apart from her studies that Morgan didn't joke with was her baked goods. She loved her cookies and brownies as much as Mort loved Julien's feet.
"You know, the only thing I see you doing that could make her go back to hating you the normal amount is if you back down from the quiz." I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Think about it, if you back out, she gets to go."
"If I back out, she'll get more mad at me because she'll think that I backed down for her to win." He gave me a confused look.
"Isn't that what you're doing?"
"Exactly! Morgan wouldn't like that I just backed down. She'd want me to write the test so she would prove to the whole school just how dumb I am. If I back down, she'll get the spot and people would start to think she only got it because I didn't want it and she'll hate me even more."
"I honestly think it is impossible for her to hate you more than she already does. I mean, did you see her face when you did that? Because I did and it was not pretty, man." I groaned and plopped down on my bed.
"What am I gonna do?" The question was muffled by the pillow I had placed over my face.
"You have two options." I removed the pillow and asked, "What?" Tyler got up from my study desk and sat down beside me.
"One, you could just…die." I gave him a flat look.
"Is there an option where I don't leave the earth before I get Morgan to kiss me?" Tyler laughed and patted my shoulder.
"Keep dreaming, buddy." I rolled my eyes.
"Option two, you don't annoy her for some time, just enough for her to cool down."
Not annoy her for a while? How am I gonna get her to talk to me? She wouldn't even look at me unless I say something mean to her.
"Frankly, this is the only way I see her acknowledging you in the nearest future in the less meanest possible way ever. She might decide to fill your lockers with bees, or, put dog shit in your shoes, or change all your grades to F…"
"Really?" I asked dryly.
"She has access to the principal's office."
Right, I forgot about that. Since she was like in some of the major clubs at school and was either the president or vice, she had the key that could open the principal's office because it was attached to the key that held the club shit she needed. Lucky her.
"The worst thing she could do? Start a rumor about you like you did about her when we were…" I quickly put my hand over his mouth.
"How many times will I tell you never to speak of that incident? Morgan doesn't know I started that rumor and I want it to be that way. If she finds out, she'll never speak to me again. Ever." His eyes were wide and he looked kinda terrified. I slowly moved my hand away and fell back on my bed. We were silent for a while as we both stared at the ceiling,
"The worst thing Morgan could do to me is stop talking to me. I don't think I'd be able to survive it."
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I continued to watch her as she opened her locker and pulled out her Biology textbook. Elle and Ivy were with her but I didn't see that quiet girl anywhere. She creeped me out with her no talking attitude.
Ivy said something and Morgan laughed. I quickly took out my phone and took a picture of her before her smile faded. She looked beautiful when she laughed which she never did around me.
"Creep much?" I jumped back and clutched my chest, holding on to my phone tightly so it wouldn't drop. I looked up to see Tyler's amused face staring back at me.
"Not funny dude," I said with a scowl and made to open my own locker. I've been standing there for a while now just staring at Morgan like the creep I was.
"If she had seen you…"
"She wouldn't have put much thought into it. She doesn't bother with me, remember? And at the moment, she's not exactly talking to me. Not like she does anyways."
"Oh, lover boy's a little sad."
"Could you say that a little louder? I don't think Shawn and Mika heard you." I looked beside him at the two people standing by their lockers. They didn't look like they were listening to us at all.
"Oh please, even if they did hear, they wouldn't know which girl I'm talking about." I sighed and closed my locker.
"Dylan, Monroe, practice today," Isaac said as he passed by us. I felt like he only told that to the both of us.
"And you," he said pointing at me which made me jerk back a little. "If you try shit with my sister again, I will gut you." I gulped and looked away from him quickly.
"Geez, even her brother doesn't like you. There really is no hope for you."
"Thanks so much for all your support, I really appreciate it." I started walking away from him but he was beside me in a flash.
"Sarcasm doesn't suit you my friend." He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I wished then I was a little taller than him.
We walked into the class and I took a seat at the back of the class with him. I only sat at the front when I had a class with Morgan. God I hate front seats.
I didn't pay attention to what the teacher was saying. Honestly, I didn't even know what class I was in. My mind was on Morgan and I couldn't help but think about the incident that happened in eighth grade.
God, if Morgan finds out...
I shook my head, trying to get rid of the thought. I shouldn't be thinking negative things. All I should focus on now is how to get her to stop hating me which I should have been doing from the beginning.
I looked around the class room. Everyone seemed focus on what Mr. Spellman was saying. Even Tyler was paying attention. I realized earlier that I only did well in the classes that I shared with Morgan. Tyler said it was because I was trying so hard to impress her with my intelligence. He wasn't wrong though.
Half way through Social Studies, I received a text. Since I wasn't exactly paying attention I decided to read it. The words that I saw broke me beyond words.
I've told myself a million times that I wouldn't be sad or surprised by what he does but no matter how hard I tried, I never seemed to get over it. It always made me feel worse than I've ever been before.
Tyler tried talking to me after class but I ignored him. I didn't want him to know what happened–at least not yet. He wasn't the kind of person to say 'I told you so,' but I still didn't feel like talking to him about it. I knew what he was going to say and I wasn't in the mood to listen to him curse out my dad.
I bumped into someone on my way down the hallway.
"I'm so sorry." I paused when I heard the person's voice. As soon as Morgan looked up from the ground and saw that it was me, she started frowning.
"Watch where you're going, would ya?" she said harshly. I wasn't even in the mood to piss her off. Not that I could piss her off more than she already was.
The angry glare on her face slowly dissipated and she started looking at me like she was... concerned? I must really be in need of consoling if Morgan was looking at me like that. I hated displaying my emotions on my face. I always tried my best to not let people know exactly how I was feeling. I guess I wasn't trying hard enough at the moment.
Not wanting to get into it–though I highly doubt that Morgan would care enough to ask me what was wrong with me–I muttered an apology and walked around her. I had two more classes before the day was over but I wasn't feeling up to it. Instead, I got in my car and went to the one place that made me happy when I couldn't get the chance to see Morgan's face properly. It was the place I first saw her.