Eight Letters. Three Words.

Eight Letters. Three Words - Ch. 8

Chapter Eight

Cannibals

Dylan Miller

"She left, just like that," I brushed a towel against my hair, droplets of water falling against the gym's floor.

"Maybe she's smart enough to not fall for your cheap charm," Scott bumped his fist against my shoulder, dodging the towel as I threw it at him.

"Douche. For a change I actually cared whatever happened to her. She could have gotten kidnapped or some sort of crap like that,"

Scott shook his head, stuffing clothes into his duffel bag, "Don't you see she's doing your head in? The chick had guts to drop that to you and just leave,"

The school gym is one of those places where the most of the masculine gossip, if you want to refer to it as such, takes place. Scott Danvers is a stupid and retarded douche who has turned out to be my best mate. It was Monday, after football practice and we were the only ones who were left in the gym. The perfect opportunity for Scott to nag me about none the other than Miss. Foster.

"She's hot,"

I looked up to him inquiringly, "She is?"

"Don't be a moron man, she is. Not my type, as Chloe is too straight forward, but she's sexy as hell,"

I thought of her, her bright red silky hair, and green eyes. Eyes that seemed to darken whenever her temper increased a notch. A nice body; thin but not too thin, with the right amount of curves to make a guy wonder.

"She's something," I concluded.

Scott laughed, "Is she better than Amanda?"

"Dude, shut up, you're seriously starting to sound like my brother," I said irritated, as we walked towards the campus.

"I'll take that as a yes, then," I felt as Scott's eyes flicked to my face as I carefully tried to maintain the most uninterested expression I could manage.

"It's not as if Brendan would hold you up if you were interested in her," he pressed.

At that I snapped and swiveled around to face him, aware of the many faces around us. "Why would I want to ruin the careful reputation I have managed to build up over the years, for some chick?" Scott's expression gave nothing away, my voice lowered gradually. “She's not that special! I am Dylan Miller, player of the Rams High soccer team, I get straight A's, have any girls attention with the wave of my hand, and you're hinting that I would give it all up for Chloe?”

Scott smiled at me, and lifted a hand towards my shoulder. “But you will. Because she doesn't fit into your perfectly set out life. She's different, like a black stain in white jeans and you like it," his fingers turned my head to where none the other Chloe was sitting with her friend.

I stared at her, and let Scott's gay words sink into my mind. She is different, and she is interesting. But she's everything that will turn my world upside down.

Chloe Foster.

It will turn our world upside down.

The last words on Leela's Physics essay stared back at me. "I like it," I told her.

She smiled brightly at me and slumped back next to Ethan, who was flicking his hair back and forth attempting to make it look right.

"Well back to what I was telling you, before I got interrupted," He began, "I could have sworn the girl was a brunette,"

"Disgusting," piped Leela. "I saw you with at least four girls at the party; I'm still unable to understand how they didn't realize one from the other,"