Jealousy.

When I get back home, and I greet my sister, she already knows that something happened. My face proves it. "JUST TELL ME ALREADY!" I giggle, and then I tell her that I met Dylan at the café and about the whole conversation we had. "So he likes black coffee, eh? I knew it!" "Allison, you seriously stalk him way too much. You read too many facts and articles about him and how he is allergic to dogs and all those things. Stop it!" "Liv, are you serious? You stalk him even more than I do, so shut up already; we both know that you are obsessed with him more than I am!"

We both burst into laughter because she is right. If he finds that out, he would definitely not talk to me ever again. After a couple of hours, we have lunch, and then I go upstairs. I do my homework and start watching a random movie just to kill time. I ignore it because I am thinking about something else, or better, someone else.

The next day.

I wake up at 6:30. I immediately put some random clothes on and go downstairs to reach the kitchen and make some coffee. Both of my parents are already at work, and Allison is probably at her boyfriend's house, probably heading to the University as always right after. I am used to be alone in the morning. At first, I was a bit sad about it because I had no one to talk to or have breakfast with. But then I realized that if I was home alone, I could do everything I wanted, eat calmly and get ready for school without any pressure. Now I love waking up during the week knowing that I am the only one in the house.

After drinking coffee, I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and put on make-up. About 7:20, I put on my shoes, and I leave the house, being careful to lock the door. I take the usual bus that drives me to school, and I put on my headphones and start listening to Dylan's music. When I get to school, I reach Jennifer. She is my best friend, and we basically grew up together since our parents are best friends too. We are inseparable, and we see each other every day. I really don't know what I would do without her. I can't describe our friendship; it’s just amazing. She is obsessed as much as I am with Dylan, and when I went to his concert two days ago, I wanted her to come too, but she wasn't in town that day.

Since she couldn't be there with me, I took many pics and videos and immediately shared them with her. It was like she was there with me. We promised ourselves to go to another concert of his together as soon as possible because that would definitely be the best experience ever. Yesterday, I told her what happened after the concert and at the café. She couldn’t be happier for me, and of course, if the same thing happened to her, I would be just as glad since we always support each other.

She sees me very happy and pulls me in for a hug. "Hi, how is my best friend doing?" she asks me, breaking the hug after a couple of seconds. "Good, actually. I can't wait for school to finish; this is finally the last year, and I’m looking forward to going to the University with you! Allison told me that it's not easy, but she finds it very cool. What about you, Jen? How are you doing?" "You know that I can't wait to finish this last year of high school as soon as possible too. And actually, I am not doing that well since I slept only five hours. Guess what? I forgot about the math test, and I didn't study that much because I was exhausted." I know Jennifer too well; I knew that. "Don't worry, girl; I got you!" I help her as much as I can; she thanks me at least a hundred times.

After school, we agree to meet each other later at the café. I head towards the café, opening the door. I greet Sam as always and ask for a cappuccino. I take a seat, and after a few minutes, he brings me my order. I take a book from my backpack and start reading while taking a sip from the cup. There are always a few people, but they soon leave, so I am the only one in that café. After a couple of minutes, someone opens the door and what I see makes me roll my eyes. Chloe. When she notices me, she does the same, and then she walks towards Sam, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him while looking at me. She gives me a "this is my man" look. Then they start to talk, and I continue reading my book. Since today is the only one working, he has to do more jobs at once. He goes to the kitchen, and he starts to wash the dishes.

After fifteen minutes, the door opens again. Seriously? Dylan is here again! He starts walking towards me, but someone yells: "OH. MY. GOD. YOU ARE DYLAN FOSTER!! CAN WE TAKE A PICTURE PLEASE?" And of course, the only person who can shout with such an annoying and squeaky voice is Chloe, She perfectly knows about me and my obsession with him, and she is now acting like a dumb fake fan. But since Dylan is a sweetheart, he can't refuse, so they take a picture. After that, he keeps looking at me, but Chloe doesn’t want to leave his side.

She also asks for a hug, but before Dylan can say something, she’s already jumping on him. He gently pushes her away, but Chloe starts to talk with him about how she loves him and how hot he is. She is totally flirting with him. What the heck?! I mean, her boyfriend is literally in the same building, and if he appeared at that moment...Oh man, I can't even imagine what would happen. I perfectly know that she is doing this only to make me jealous, even if Dylan isn’t my boyfriend. The poor guy tries to stop her (always being the gentleman he is), but nothing works. At that moment, I get a text from Jennifer.

From Jennifer: I can't come anymore, I am sorry. I will explain calling you later.

Oh God, if she only knew that Dylan was here, I bet that she would be here in less than five minutes.

To Jennifer: Okay, don't worry.

I honestly don't know why I didn't tell her about who is here, but she hates Chloe as much as I do, so if Jen would see her flirting with Dylan, she would probably fight her. When I raise my head, Dylan is still trying to pull Chloe away, but the next thing that I see is her kissing him. I swear to God, I want to punch her right now. He immediately pulls her away and looks at me right after. The only thing that I can do right now is grab my stuff and leave the café without saying anything.

I start to walk away and suddenly realize that I am furious. Or better, jealous. How is that even possible? I am not Dylan's girlfriend; I am not even his friend but just a fan who supports him and loves his songs. While I am trying to figure out what the hell was going on with my thoughts and feelings, I feel someone's presence behind me. I get scared, so I start to run, but the person behind me is way faster than I am and is soon grabbing my wrist. I turn around and see that Dylan is right in front of me. Oh, no.