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could only mean one thing… he didn’t care about me at all. When she didn’t answer, I said, “I think I’m just going to go home—”
“Mari, don’t… Let me come with you,” she said.
“No, it’s okay. I’d just feel more pathetic. Here’s your candy,” I said, handing her the box of Dots. “I’ll see you Monday.” And him. I shook the thought out of my mind. I couldn’t believe he'd left without a word.
“All right, girl, just don’t let it get you depressed. The rest of us have had a crush shoot us down a dozen times. You can have any boy you want,” she said.
“Apparently not…” I paused. A lump formed in my throat. “Sorry to bolt, you can give me a rundown of the rest of the movie on Monday.”
I left, dejected and tried to ignore the beautiful piece of art hanging on the side of the theater, but it was hard. I stopped to put on the jacket I’d been carrying. I wasn’t really that cold, but I was shivering for some reason. While I got my arms into the holes, I studied the large ornate sea sculpture. It spoke of everything I had within me. I'd thought he was going to be someone special, not the jerk he turned out to be. A tear cut a wet path down my cheek, and I wiped it from my face before briskly walking away. Was this what Clarissa and other girls went through all of the time?
It was dark outside, but Winnfield was always well lit until around midnight. Not many businesses were open later than that; we weren’t much of a party town. So I didn’t usually feel uncomfortable walking the streets by myself, but tonight I was. I didn’t know what was causing it, my seeding guilt for leaving Clarissa or just the terrible evening, but I kept glancing over my shoulder every couple of seconds with the distinct feeling that something wasn’t right. Just before I turned down my street, I gazed over my shoulder quickly and saw a long silhouette slide into the shadows on the opposite side of the street. The movement reminded me of the man in the theater who had been watching me and Jaron. Could it be the same guy? Was he sneaking around, or was it just my imagination?
I pulled my cell phone from my pocket and hit speed dial one and put it to my ear, not turning my back on where I had seen the man.
After a few rings, Dylan picked up. “Hello?”
I took a breath and collect my thoughts. “Hi, Dylan, could you meet me at the end of the street?” I heard some scuffling and then Aunt Sylvia’s voice.
“What’s the matter, Maribel, are you all right?”
“I’m fine. Where did Dylan go?”
“He’s running out to meet you.”
“Oh Jeez, you mean literally running, don’t you?” I asked, sorry I'd called.
“Yes, of course. Just stay on the phone with me until he's there, all right?” she asked.
I heard Dylan’s feet hitting the pavement behind me and glanced down the road. It was a relief, but out of my peripheral vision, I saw something flash out of the shadows. I turned my attention back to the other side of the street, but no one was there that I could see.
“Are you all right?” he asked quickly. “Mari?” He looked across the street, his large eyes narrowed to slits.
“It’s silly. You’d think that me and Clarissa had watched a scary movie,” I said, trying to dismiss his worry.
“Well why don’t you tell me why you called me out here, and I’ll tell you if it’s silly or not.” He smiled at me, but there was too much tension behind the act and it didn’t reassure me.
“Um, I just thought I was being followed…” I felt like such an idiot. Dylan’s mouth fell open and his face lost its color.
“By who?”
“I’m not sure, it probably wasn’t anything. I just thought I saw someone in the shadows over there, it might have been a trick of the light.” I was trying to calm him down, but he was locked into high alert.
“Okay, you stay here. I’ll go check it out,” he said and crossed the street quickly. He moved into the shadow where I had
“Mari, don’t… Let me come with you,” she said.
“No, it’s okay. I’d just feel more pathetic. Here’s your candy,” I said, handing her the box of Dots. “I’ll see you Monday.” And him. I shook the thought out of my mind. I couldn’t believe he'd left without a word.
“All right, girl, just don’t let it get you depressed. The rest of us have had a crush shoot us down a dozen times. You can have any boy you want,” she said.
“Apparently not…” I paused. A lump formed in my throat. “Sorry to bolt, you can give me a rundown of the rest of the movie on Monday.”
I left, dejected and tried to ignore the beautiful piece of art hanging on the side of the theater, but it was hard. I stopped to put on the jacket I’d been carrying. I wasn’t really that cold, but I was shivering for some reason. While I got my arms into the holes, I studied the large ornate sea sculpture. It spoke of everything I had within me. I'd thought he was going to be someone special, not the jerk he turned out to be. A tear cut a wet path down my cheek, and I wiped it from my face before briskly walking away. Was this what Clarissa and other girls went through all of the time?
It was dark outside, but Winnfield was always well lit until around midnight. Not many businesses were open later than that; we weren’t much of a party town. So I didn’t usually feel uncomfortable walking the streets by myself, but tonight I was. I didn’t know what was causing it, my seeding guilt for leaving Clarissa or just the terrible evening, but I kept glancing over my shoulder every couple of seconds with the distinct feeling that something wasn’t right. Just before I turned down my street, I gazed over my shoulder quickly and saw a long silhouette slide into the shadows on the opposite side of the street. The movement reminded me of the man in the theater who had been watching me and Jaron. Could it be the same guy? Was he sneaking around, or was it just my imagination?
I pulled my cell phone from my pocket and hit speed dial one and put it to my ear, not turning my back on where I had seen the man.
After a few rings, Dylan picked up. “Hello?”
I took a breath and collect my thoughts. “Hi, Dylan, could you meet me at the end of the street?” I heard some scuffling and then Aunt Sylvia’s voice.
“What’s the matter, Maribel, are you all right?”
“I’m fine. Where did Dylan go?”
“He’s running out to meet you.”
“Oh Jeez, you mean literally running, don’t you?” I asked, sorry I'd called.
“Yes, of course. Just stay on the phone with me until he's there, all right?” she asked.
I heard Dylan’s feet hitting the pavement behind me and glanced down the road. It was a relief, but out of my peripheral vision, I saw something flash out of the shadows. I turned my attention back to the other side of the street, but no one was there that I could see.
“Are you all right?” he asked quickly. “Mari?” He looked across the street, his large eyes narrowed to slits.
“It’s silly. You’d think that me and Clarissa had watched a scary movie,” I said, trying to dismiss his worry.
“Well why don’t you tell me why you called me out here, and I’ll tell you if it’s silly or not.” He smiled at me, but there was too much tension behind the act and it didn’t reassure me.
“Um, I just thought I was being followed…” I felt like such an idiot. Dylan’s mouth fell open and his face lost its color.
“By who?”
“I’m not sure, it probably wasn’t anything. I just thought I saw someone in the shadows over there, it might have been a trick of the light.” I was trying to calm him down, but he was locked into high alert.
“Okay, you stay here. I’ll go check it out,” he said and crossed the street quickly. He moved into the shadow where I had
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