I'd also heard that his high school rival had gone with her.
That guy wasn't better than Dylan in any way, except for one thing.
His family was wealthier.
Maybe because of her, Dylan had a special resentment for people from wealthy families.
Every time I saw him, if I wore anything with a designer label.
He'd mock me mercilessly.
"Evelyn, are you so insecure that you hide behind these expensive brands?
"Evelyn, those shoes are hideous. Chanel? They make me sick.
"Evelyn, your bag looks worse than a shopping basket from the supermarket. Ugly people should study more instead of trying to stand out!"
...
Dylan's harsh words made me uneasy. His relentless taunts were so unlike the gentle boy I remembered.
When I finally found the courage to ask about the past, he blinked and smiled teasingly.
"So you were that girl who got kidnapped back then? No wonder. You were dumb as a kid, and you still are now."
His words weren't kind, but I was thrilled to know he remembered me.
He hadn't forgotten me after all.
He didn't like me wearing designer clothes? Fine, I wouldn't wear them anymore. No big deal.
I could just wear something cheap from discount stores.