After our little talk in the park, Dylan decided that he needed some time to work through things. I didn’t blame him one bit. It was my fault. I decided to keep my age from him, and it backfired.
On top of us no longer being together, the dean caught word of what happened in Dylan’s class and wanted to meet with all parties involved. Until the meeting, neither Justin nor I was allowed to attend Professor Bryant’s class. I was a little upset by that because even though we were taking a break, as Dylan called it, I still wanted to see him.
Thursday finally came, and it was time to talk to the dean before classes started. By the time I got there, which was earlier than I would have attended any of my classes, Justin and Dylan were already there. If Dean Barnette wasn’t standing in the midd
