Drunken Love novel Chapter 6

Sophie looked at me, then Ella, then me, "Fine. Anyway I'll see you guys in Art?" She questioned.

"Yeah, sure." I told her.

"Oh wait," Sophie stopped in her tracks as Ella called out to her, "if you're planning on being late, don't. We have Mrs. Graham and she doesn't like it when people are late. So if you're gonna reapply icing on your face then think twice." Ella gave Sophie a sickly-sweet smile.

Sophie rolled her eyes, flipped her off and walked away.

"You have to stop teasing her seriously." I said with a laugh. My mood suddenly changing.

"Don't worry. She knows I'm only joking." She laughed. "Well I hope..."

Ringgg ringgg ringgg

"Art time! At least we're not learning about dead people. Shall we Kim?" Ella joked in a bored tone.

"History isn't that bad, Ella." I tried telling her. I don't think she liked any subject whatsoever.

"Whatever. Anyway, I'm just going to the toilet quickly so I'll meet you in class? Save me a spot if you get there first!" She half yelled to me running to the direction of where the toilets were.

Oh good old Ella. I thought to myself, smiling. This day has gone by quickly which makes me really happy.

"Thinking about me Kathy?"

I turned around to see Dylan smirking at me.

"Um... Let me think..." I pretended to be deep in thought, "Nope, not thinking about you." I speed walked to my locker. I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die.

"Look why are you trying to avoid me?" He asks while he stopped right next to me while I got my Art book out.

What is wrong with him? He told me to stay out of his way and now he does this?

"I'm not trying to avoid you. I'm just trying to get to class early." I half-lied. "Plus, you told me to stay out of your way."

"Sure, Kathy. Sure."

I hated it when people just chooses to reply to only a part of what you said.

I looked at him then walked off to Art.

Later on, I heard footsteps behind me, again. I told him already. Gaaaah. Why is he following me? Is he seriously about to kill me?

"Stop following me!" I squeaked, turning around.

Dan just chuckled, "look princess, I'm not following you," he put his hands up, mocking a surrender.

I sighed and rolled my eyes.

Princess. Someone has called me that today. Oh that's right Dylan. That bipolar killer.

"Don't call me that. Also, if you're not trying to follow me then why are you going the same way as me?" I said quickly.

"Well, I have Art down there." He simply shrugs.

Art? Following me? Oh no. Don't tell me he's in my Art class as well.