Dylan froze when he realized what he did, staying quiet. He couldn't seem to get a good look at her, but he didn't want to, like, make her mad or disturb her or anything. He slowly made his way away from the building, catching a look at her. Woah. Pretty.
Zoe straightened up after a moment, carefully zipping up her bag and sliding it over her shoulder. She kept her gaze down and started to shuffle off to her battered old car. She didn't look up to see who had sent her sprawling. She just wanted to go along, unnoticed. Invisible.
Someone called for Dylan. He watched the crowd moving and groaned when he saw that it was one of the people he couldn't stand the most: the principal. Well, it was time to run. He started off in the same direction the girl had only moments earlier, not realizing exactly where he was going.
Zoe got to her car and carefully unlocked the old van. Honestly, she didn't know why she bothered locking it in the first place. Anyone who would try to steal it was either blind or incredibly stupid. She set her backpack carefully on the passenger seat, as though she was afraid of breaking it. She turned the key in the ignition and prayed that today was one of the days when it would start up.
Dylan figured he was safe. For the moment. Maybe he could hide in someone's vehicle. Hey, look! It's Brendan's car. He always kept it unlocked. Dylan quickly ran to it and hopped inside. Hopefully, brendan wouldn't come out and find him. You never wanted a 7'2" guy to get ahold of you under any circumstances whatsoever.
Zoe chewed on her lip as she tried to start up the car again. No go. It made a few sputtering noises, but refused to start. She frowned unhappily, still biting at her lip. She climbed out of the front seat and hopped down, quickly looking down at her watch. She bit harder on her lip. She had to go pick up her brothers for dance, for sports...
For a moment, she considered calling her mom or her dad, to see if they could pick the boys up instead. But she quickly decided against it. It would've been a waste of breath.
As luck would have it, Brendan approached the car. And he looked as if he wanted blood. This was NOT a good day. Not at all. Dylan jumped into the back before Brendan could see and attempted to sneak out the back door. Wrong move. "What the-" Brendan ran after Dylan, who was taking off with the speed of a jackrabbit, wondering why he didn't hide in his own vehicle. He did so this time, opening the door, hopping in the driver's seat, and starting his dented Corolla.
Zoe jolted a little as someone practically flew into the car beside hers, someone else--someone tall, big, and angry looking--followed closely at their heels.
She jolted back, skittishly shying away from the car and the person, tripping and falling backwards on her butt as she did so.
Brendan turned a shade of red that, quite frankly, shouldn't exist under any circumstances. "Tomorrow, Finley," he growled as he got into his car and started it. He drove off a few seconds later. Dylan turned the key, switching the car off. The Orangutan was gone, thankfully. Dylan looked down and saw the girl from earlier, on the ground. He considered his options. Run away, or help her up. Running away was off the list; Dylan was NOT fast. Dylan cleared his throat quietly. "You need help?"
Zoe glanced up when she heard someone talking to her, and instantly lowered her eyes again after a glance.
"I'm fine..." She mumbled quietly, starting to climb to her feet, not making eye contact. "Sorry..."
Dylan hesitated for a moment. He wasn't about to leave her on her own. People shouldn't be lonely, right? "Are you okay?"
No. My car broke down, and I've got things to do and people to pick up and my parents don't intend to do anything to help...
Zoe took a deep breath, trying to push down everything that was starting to well up in her.
Dylan tilted his head. He was probably going to make her uncomfortable, but there was no harm in trying to help, right? "Are yoou absolutely sure?"
"I...I um..." Zoe swallowed hard, hugging herself and staring at her feet as she shuffled uncomfortably. She didn't look up, she didn't move. "My...my car..." She finally mumbled, pale cheeks reddening. She hugged herself tighter.
Okay, this girl was not alright. She was hurting. Why? What was wrong? Better question, why did he care so much? "What about your car?" Dylan softened his tone and spoke slower for her benefit.
"It...It won't start..." Zoe stared harder at the ground, gripping at her thin little arms. "I'm sorry for bothering you. I'll just..just.."
Dylan smiled. He wasn't quie sure why, but it felt nice to be near a person who didn't seem to regard him as a freak of nature. "Can I check it out for you? You're not bothering me."
Zoe blinked a few times, looking up at the boy in front of her for a moment before looking away again.
"Are you sure?"
Dylan absolutely couldn't believe his eyes. She really was pretty. "Yeah, I'll see what I can do." he gave her a smile, though he knew she wouldn't see it
"O-okay. Um...My car's just right here." Zoe said, nervously gesturing to the battered old van with one hand. The other hand was nervously running through her short black spikes.