AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey everybody, this is my first fanfiction ever so any reviews would be AMAZING! I thought such a great couple as Tilver deserved a little shout-out.

This is written from Silver's perspective after everybody comes back from winter break. This is an intended Oneshot, possibly Twoshot. I might make it longer if I get enough reviews so…. PLEASE REVIEW!! I'm begging :P

Much love & I hope you enjoy :D

DISCLAIMER: I obviously don't own any of the characters but I wish I did because Teddy would've kicked Dixon's a** in my 90210 world.

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I have been dreading this class every day since we came back to school after break. Why, out of all the seats in class, does mine have to be directly in front of him. And when I came in he gave me that little panged smirk from across the room. Of course, I was not about to respond with so much as a glance in his direction.

But God…why does he keep doing that…that "I'm Teddy Montgomery, look at my incredible smile that will make your heart melt"

Its infuriating.

I mean, honestly, what was his problem anyway? He hasn't even spoken to me since the winter dance. And I'm not about to start talking to him after what he did. There's been this tense silence between us ever since the dance though. He acts like he can't even stand to look at me anymore.

Ever since the dance he's been acting like a complete player too. Even more so than before, and it kind of felt like he was rubbing it in my face earlier. He was so sweet at the dance – I thought he had changed but…ugh…

I saw him with that blonde. I really should have known better then to think Teddy was ever going to evolve past using his nether regions to make any decision.

Like today, for example…who was that girl he was blatantly flirting with in the hallway? First off, she was a redhead – totally not his type – but then again she had legs and boobs and couldn't form more than 3 word sentences. Come to think of it, she probably was his type. Plus she was wearing a low cut silky shirt that had her boobs practically spilling out of her shirt, she might as well of just been wearing a bra. It seems like every time I turn around he's right there flirting with anything that moves.

But god he looks hot today. He's wearing that red plaid shirt – the one that hugs every curve of his biceps – the one he wore when he said all those things to me. Why did he even go through all the trouble anyways?

He proclaimed to the whole school that he wasn't going to date anymore. He kissed me…twice! He took care of my mom. He took care of me. Why did he even go through all the trouble? Just to get laid? Well he didn't, so I guess that was a wasted effort on his part.

I cant help but think about after my mom's funeral though, when I found him on the roof. He said he wanted to be there for me. He told me about his mom and about…everything. I thought we both felt something. And when we kissed…it made me feel like we had kissed a thousand times before…not routine but, I don't know. The feeling of his lips against mine felt familiar and exciting and just…

right.

Why do I even care anyways? I'm with Dixon now. Teddy lost his chance to be with me. He doesn't deserve me – obviously I didn't mean that much to him. It becomes pretty apparent when the next day the guy is trying to take home any girl he makes eye contact with. And my relationship with Dixon is…sturdy…comfortable…reliable…

Now I sound like an ad for a La-Z-Boy recliner…

Dixon is the one for me though. Everyone thinks so.

And after what Teddy did with Ade, I should have listened to everyone. They told me Teddy would hurt me and he did, he really hurt me. And I know that Dixon never will. I wanted to be with Teddy and he doesn't want to be with me…and I honestly don't know if he ever did.

It doesn't matter anymore though. It's over. He's moved on and I've moved on.

But I just can't shake something. The way he's looked at me lately – his glances, his smirks. Whenever he catches my gaze lately, this is probably ridiculous, but I feel like I see something. Maybe a flicker of, I don't know, it's only for a second so I'm probably imagining it but, maybe…it looks like he's in pain. But just a second ago he gave me that "I'm Too Sexy for my shirt" smirk. I swear, if I didn't know better, I'd think he was the one with bi-polar disorder. One second he's smirking at me and the next he's looking at me like I just shot Bambi's mom.

Like right now, I can feel his glance burning into the back of my neck. He should know that just because I can't see him doesn't mean I can't sense that he's eyeing me.

I guess my presence is a reminder of the one girl he couldn't lay which MUST be a major ego bruiser for him seeing as that's probably never happened before. But whatever – like I said before, it doesn't matter. He broke my heart. Just…

Screw him.