Dylan looked like he'd been caught off guard by my outburst, maybe even a little stunned into silence. Or maybe he just didn't have a good enough comeback. Either way, he shut up and trailed behind me without another word.
I refused to look back at him. I also refused to give up on my bike. Stubbornly, I pushed it forward on my own, ignoring the ache in my arms.
I hadn't brought my butterfly necklace with me today. Whatever illusions it had given me about Dylan had completely shattered this morning. I'd thought he'd grown more mature, more considerate—but at his core, he was still the same reckless force of destruction.
When I got to school, I parked my bike in its usual spot. Dylan muttered something about morning practice with the basketball team and went his own way.
I thought that
