12:30 p.m.
He didn't know why he was sitting out here, it was an open invitation for Hector and his buddies to harass him, but he just couldn't stop himself from being here, after all Dakota would be here, and he just couldn't get enough of watching him. Christ he felt like he was some love sick puppy dog the way he had followed him around, hell it had even made him late for English but he really didn't care. To just be able to see him, to see his face light up as he spoke, or to see the way he simply moved was enough, well at least it would have to be.
The morning hadn't been all that great but somehow it didn't really matter. He seemed to feel like all that went on was just, well just an interlude really until he could be at his locker to meet Dakota. He knew in his mind that he was building this up into something that would never happen and as he sat there, he spotted Dakota coming into the common area, a tray in his hand. For a brief second he thought that maybe if he stood up and waved that Dakota might actually come to sit with him, a dream that would last a long time but it never happened. He never stood up and as he sat there, feeling like a total coward he saw a girl walk up to the object of his desire.
She really wasn't bad looking, short though but she had really amazing long hair, and then to his hearts dismay he saw Dakota laugh and tussle her hair and then he placed his arm over her shoulder and together they walked off to another end of the courtyard. His whole spirit seemed crushed as he stared in their direction, watching them sit side by side, their faces constantly turned towards each other, she laughing at something, tossing her head back and his own hand reached around to brush his shorter hair off his ears. Damn, why did SHE have to show up he thought as he chewed on his sandwich, not even tasting it really as his thoughts were all focused on Dakota and the new girl.
Funny, he knew in his mind that there never would be anything more between him and Dakota other than being locker buddies, yet in his heart he could feel a growing dislike for that pert little girl with the long dark flowing hair that sat with him. He couldn't explain it if forced to, but he was already thinking of her as some tramp from Brock that had her hooks into his man, his Dakota. He shook his head as he reached for his milk carton, taking a long swig of the white liquid, wondering if Dakota liked milk and not the cold kind either. Christ, he was becoming an absolute idiot he thought as he wrenched his head away from Dakota and the girl. She had to be putting out, that had to be it and he grew angry at that thought, of Dakota and her writhing together in some bed, his lean tanned body towering over her small frame. It all flashed before him and the anger sparkled in his eyes as he turned to stare at them, to see his arm once more around her shoulders.
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