Dylan 4

Hailey POV

I bite my nails and twirl my hair in anxiety. Curt has been trying to calm me all morning but it isn't working. Waiting for Marla is killing me. I have to warn her about her secret being out and apologize for telling Captian Douche.

Finally when my nails have been bitten down so far they hurt, she walks up. Curt scurried away and I take a deep breathe.

"Marla I need to talk to you," I whisper at her puzzled face.

"Okay," Marla says acting like I am creeping her out.

I grab her hand and tow her to the restroom. I head to the back wall while checking the stalls. I sigh when I find the room to be empty.

"Hailey, whats wrong," she asks sounding nervous.

"Yesterday Dylan came over to our table at lunch. He asked if I had seen you, I said yes but you had to leave due to an emergency. My face must have shown I was uneasy because he automatically made a joke about you. He guessed correctly on why you went home and I got upset. I told him it was a normal bodil