"Is it bad that I felt relieved when I started college this year? I felt like I was a prisoner for all these years but now I’m free." I asked, releasing from his grip.
He shook his head.
"Are you on a scholarship?" he asked me as he pressed his chin onto my shoulder.
"Yes, part scholarship, though. Not a full ride." I answered, "How about you, Mr. Smarty." I teased.
"As a matter-of-fact, I am on a full ride." He walked towards the fridge and poured another glass of water, smiling.
"Does everyone know that?" I was curious.
"No. Nobody but you knows that." He put the lid back on the ice cream and shoved it back in the freezer. "But the only people that know about my mother are you and Natasha."
I turned around and faced him.
"Wow," I muttered.
"I've never opened up to anyone before. I feel like I couldn't trust anyone with my secrets. You actually listen, though. I trust you" He cleaned off the spoons and placed them back in the drawer with the rest of the silverware.
"Thank you." That was all I could think to say.
"No problem." he said, leaning against the kitchen counter and running a hand through his curls as he yawned.
"I think you should go to bed, Dylan. It's getting late and we have class tomorrow." I told him, grabbing my car keys off the counter and walking towards the door.
"This again? I should start counting the times you're going to say this to me." He laughed.
"Good night." I said laughed, saying goodbye as I walked towards the door.
"Wait, Emily before you leave." He grabbed ahold of my arm and held on softly.
I stopped mid-step and turned around.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go somewhere with Natasha and I on Friday. I promise it's not a party." he explained.
"Sounds fun." I agreed, smiling.
"Good," his smile widened and I could now see his straight white teeth, "wear something comfortable. I'll pick you up at nine."
I nodded my head and closed the door behind me.
Whatever we were doing on Friday, it was late.
But something inside of me stirred with excitement.
Chapter 11
The rest of the week flew by. I did all my homework for my classes and even studied every now and then. I was alone most of the time. Jasmine was with some guy she had met and Dylan wasn't at classes the whole rest of the week. I tried to find Natasha on campus but we had no classes together. I guess she was majoring in something besides English.
Friday night I kept checking my phone waiting to get a phone call from Dylan, like he had promised.
At around nine o'clock my phone buzzed. I was dressed in a pair of jeans and a pink v-neck. I slipped on my Toms and reached for my phone on my bed.
I unlocked my phone and read the text from Dylan.
*meet me downstairs in five*
I grabbed the keys from my pocket, grabbed a hoodie and locked the empty dorm behind me. I ran down the stairs and out towards Dylan's car. His Audi parked in the front by the fountain outside.
"Get in!" Natasha smiled, rolling down the back window.
I went over to the passenger side and sat down.
"Hey, Emm," Dylan smiled, putting the car into drive and turning out of the dorm parking lot.
I smiled back at him.
"Is Leah coming?" Natasha asked from the back of the car as she rested her hands on the back of mine and Dylan's seats.
"She's meeting us there." Dylan answered, turning onto a busy street.
I was confused. Who was Leah? Did I meet her already? I wasn't good with names.
"Who's Leah?" I asked, sounding stupid.
"Oh!" Natasha sat back in her seat. "I forgot you didn't know."
"Leah is my girlfriend." Dylan answered, staring straight ahead.
I nodded my head slowly and bit my lip. Thought he didn't have a girlfriend?
"Wow." Natasha laughed.
"What?" Dylan looked at her from the rear view mirror.
"I didn't think it was that serious between you guys."
"It's really not. I just don't know what else to call her." Dylan shrugged his shoulders as we pulled into an alley.
I changed the subject. I felt sad talking about this but I had no idea why.
"Where are we?" I looked around the dark street.
"The zoo." Dylan responded stepping out of the car.
"Do you have the stuff?" Natasha asked Dylan quietly.
I narrowed my eyebrows.
"Stuff?"
Natasha and Dylan laughed as he pulled a bag out of his pocket.
"We smoke here." Natasha asked, climbing on the fence.
I felt my stomach twist into knots. My expression changed and all the color faded from my face.
"Let me guess." Dylan stepped backwards and rocked back on his heel, "You've never smoked?"
I shook my head. I've been offered it many times but never had the guts to take it.
"God, Emm. You’ve never experience real fun have you?" Natasha laughed from the opposite side of the fence.
I shook my head as Dylan began to climb the fence and jump down on the opposite side.
"Your turn." Dylan smirked, putting his hands in his pocket.
I hesitated at first as I gripped the metal fence between my fingers. Should I really do this? We could all get in trouble for this. We're trespassing.
I quickly climbed, pushing all the bad thoughts into the back of my head. As I jumped down onto the other side I saw another car pull into the alley.
"I'll wait for Leah. You guys can go by the carousel. Natasha nodded her head and grabbed onto my arm.
"Isn't there security here at night?"
Natasha laughed as we walked, still holding onto the small bag, "It's a rundown zoo. Nobody goes here anymore."
I nodded my head as we reached the broken carousel. She sat on an old horse and I sat on the one next to her. We waited a few minutes before Leah and Dylan came through the fog.
I saw Leah's smile disappeared as soon as she saw my face, but she quickly put a fake smile on before talking.
"See you've brought a friend." she said to Dylan as he pulled out a lighter from his pocket.
"Yeah. This is Emily." he said back, grabbing a blunt from his pocket and lighting it.
I usually never liked when guys smoked but something about the way Dylan held up the rolled up piece of paper to his lips looked sexy. He took a long drag before blowing the smoke out of his mouth.
Leah rolled her eyes before grabbing the blunt from Dylan's lips and taking a drag.
Natasha handed me my own.
"Try it. It's fun trust me. Helps you relax."
I grabbed it from her fingers and lit the end. I inhaled and began to erupt in a fit of coughs. The smoke choked me and I gasped for air.
Dylan leaned his head back and laughed along with Natasha. Leah rolled her eyes at me again.
I took a deep breath before taking another drag. This time, I felt all the weight being lifted off my shoulders. I felt stress free. Natasha smiled as she noticed how much I had started to calm down.
"Emm's a natural." Natasha laughed, lighting another one for herself.
I smiled. We all sat on individual horses except for Dylan and Leah. They were kissing on a two-seater. Natasha decided it would be best to leave them alone. Natasha lit a cigarette this time and stuck it between her lips.
"So how do you like NYU so far?" She asked, leaning her head against the pole behind her.
I blinked a few times, trying to remember. "It's good. Still school, though."
I looked out into the distance by our cars. I had heard distant sirens and saw a few apartment lights above us go on. It was late and I was being to get more and more nervous. My vision was going fuzzy and I felt as if I were floating off the ground.
Suddenly, I realized Leah had never turned the lights off on her car and they were shining directly into the lower apartment windows.
"I think someone called the police on us." I stepped off the horse and heard the sirens nearing.
Natasha let out a laugh. "Chill out, Emm. We come here all the time. Nothing’s going to happen."
Just as she finished her sentence, red, blue and white lights flashed in the alley directly behind us.
Natasha grabbed her bag and stuffed it in her pocket; panicking.
"Fuck! Run!" Dylan shouted, leaving Leah on the carousel.
"Emily! Get to the car!" Natasha shouted.
Natasha and Dylan turned into a short cut and I was left with Leah. She was running in sandals and was falling behind. I didn't care about her, though. I'd rather have her get caught then me.
I continued to run as the police neared me. I was almost to the fence I climbed over when Leah knocked me down onto the ground and I hit my head on the concrete. I moaned in pain as she ran past me. The police rounded a corner and pointed their flashlights at me.
I'm screwed. I thought.
If the college finds out I’ll be kicked out. I'll lose my scholarship.
"Put your hands behind your back." One officer commanded, pulling me off the ground and letting me sit on my knees.
I placed my hands behind my back as another officer wrapped handcuffs around my wrists. They were uncomfortable. The metal dug into my skin. The first officer lifted me off the ground and walked me through an opening in the fence just a few feet away. I wondered if that had been there the whole time. As I walked to the cop car I looked to see if Dylan or Natasha were anywhere in sight.
"You're under arrest for breaking and entering onto private property." He said, pushing down on the top of my head and shoving me into the back seat of the cop car. "And for the possession of narcotics."
The sirens went off again and I saw Dylan parked on the side of the road looking at me through the window with a look of sorrow.
If it weren't for his girlfriend I wouldn't be in this situation right now.
I was furious.
Chapter 12
I sat in the police station, my foot tapping the ground nervously. What if they called my parents? They would be mad but neither of them would pick me up, they were both always busy with work.
"Emily Marshall?" A female officer poked her head around the corner of the wall before gracing me with five words, "You are free to go."
I looked up from my lap and furrowed my eyebrows, confused.
The officer sighed, "A very young, handsome boy paid your bail." She walked over to me and undid my handcuffs. Once my hands were free I began to gain feeling back.
I shook my head. The bail must have cost a few hundreds of dollars. And of course, Dylan had to come and save me. Again.
She walked me out towards the front door and, sure enough, Dylan sat on a wooden bench, pressing his hands together over his mouth and tapping his foot like a maniac.
"One more question before I leave," I turned back towards the police women, "Will this go on my permanent record."
The women exchanged a glance between Dylan and me.
"He covered that for you." She tilted her head back before sitting back down behind a computer screen.
I nodded my head slowly. My anger boiling.
"Let's go." Dylan cleared his throat before grabbing my arm and walking me outside towards his car.
"What the hell!" I yelled once the door closed behind us.
Dylan pulled out his keys and pressed the button to unlock his car, "What?"
I ran my hands through my hair. "How much did you pay?"
Dylan scoffed, "You shouldn't ask people questions like that, Emily Nicole."
I shot him a look before saying confusedly, "How do you know my middle name?"
Dylan titled his head back and laughed. "I saw some files inside. When I was signing some papers your full name was on them."
"Dylan," I changed the subject.
"How much did you pay?"
Dylan narrowed his eyebrows. "If I tell you will you shut up?"
I nodded my head.
"Five hundred." he mumbled, falling into the driver’s seat.
My stomach curled into knots.
"I could have just called my Mom or something, Dylan. You didn't have to do that." I shook my head. He could have saved that money for a better purpose. Like his mother.
Dylan looked at me as if I were stupid and spoke up. "Okay, first of all, Emily." he shouted, "Everyone knows you couldn't survive a day in jail and second of all you sure as hell can't afford something like that on your perfect little permanent record."
My jaw dropped. "Don't you dare talk about me that way!"
Dylan pulled the car into reverse and pulled out of the parking lot.
"I don't give a shit what I say. I can say whatever the hell I want!" Dylan spit, picking up speed.
"Stop the car." I commanded, my voice lowering.
Dylan looked away from the road for a second, a confused look on his face, "What? No."
I sighed in frustration, "Dylan, I said stop the car."
He pulled over and put the car in park, tapping his fingers on the leather steering wheel. "Stopped."
"I can walk the rest of the way."
Dylan grabbed my arm, pulling me back inside the car.
"It's supposed to rain tonight. You're not walking." Dylan's voice lowered now and the tension inside the small area decreased.
I thought for a few seconds before I decided to let him drive me home.
"About the money, I got you into that mess so I had to get you out." Dylan turned onto the road again and back towards campus.
"Actually," I bit my lip, debating if I should tell him the truth, "Leah was the one that got me into this mess."
Dylan shrugged, "I’m the one that made you come tonight, though."
I nodded my head, "you still didn't have to go that though. You could have used that money for your mother's chemo."
Dylan shook his head, "even if I saved up my father still wouldn't let me pay for it. He says it's his money that I earn and he doesn't want me wasting it on that."
I felt my heart drop. How shallow is his father? That was the heartless thing I have ever heard.
Dylan's phone buzzed in the cup holder and he grabbed it, looking down at his screen.
He began to drive back towards his fraternity house. I was confused when he pulled into the driveway and parked his Audi.
"What are we doing?" I asked, stepping out of the passenger side door.
"You're staying here tonight." Dylan insisted, pulling out his phone and unlocking it.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because, the dean has security around the whole campus. Something about a party in your dorm complex. Natasha just told me." Dylan unlocked the front door and we both stepped inside the dark house. He flicked on a light switch with his free hand as he guided me upstairs with his right hand pressed against my lower back.
As we walked to his room, we passed a few other boys. They were getting into bed and a few had just got done showering. I felt uncomfortable knowing I was the only girl in this house. Wasn't this against the rules?
"I'll lock my door." Dylan interrupted my thoughts.
I nodded my head slowly and sat down on the edge of his full size bed. His room was dark, the walls were a medium brown and his bed sheets were black. There was a book shelf on one side of the room and a dark wood dresser on the other.
"I have no clothes or anything." I reminded him.
"You can take a sweatshirt from my closet." he said, disappearing into his own bathroom.
I nodded my head and walked over to his closet. I pulled open the doors and grabbed an NYU sweatshirt off of a hanger.
I turned around the make sure Dylan wasn't looking. I slipped off my Toms and jeans and then pulled off my top. I quickly pulled the large, oversized hoodie over my shoulders and pulled my hair out from underneath. As I turned around, Dy
lan stood in the doorway of the bathroom with his toothbrush in his mouth, smirking like an idiot.
"Didn't know you were so into lace." Dylan crossed his arms and held his toothbrush in one of his hands.
I changed the subject, too uncomfortable to answer, "Where am I sleeping?"
Dylan looked around the room like I was an idiot. "Gee, I don't know. Maybe my bed?"
I rolled my eyes. "Nope, not gonna happen."
Dylan smirked before saying, "I'll sleep on the floor don't worry."
I pulled down Dylan's covers and lay beneath them. They smelled of expensive cologne and strawberries. A weird combination.
I heard Dylan grab some things from his closet and then turn off the light. I lay in the darkness on one side of his huge bed and stared at the ceiling.
I felt my eyes start to close as Dylan lay down on the other side of the bed.
I thought about telling him to go away, but I was too tired to argue. After all, it was his bed. He could sleep in it if he wanted to.
Chapter 13
I awoke to banging on Dylan's locked door. I was too afraid to get up and unlock it myself. It could be Max, Michael, or even Leah.
I sat up in bed underneath the covers and tapped Dylan's back, "Dylan!" I whispered loudly. He rolled over in bed and grumbled.
"What?" he mumbled, laying on his stomach and placing the pillow over his head.
"Dylan someone is at the door." I whispered again, too scared for the person to hear my voice.
He moaned again and rolled over. "Tell them to go away."
I sighed and pulled the covers off of me, halfway to the door I heard the person’s voice.
"Dylan! I swear to god, open this door!"
It was Leah.
Not only was it Leah, but shit, she is going to be so angry when she figures out I slept here and Dylan bailed me out of jail last night because her little plan of rebellion failed. I saw Dylan's head shoot up from the bed and then quickly motioned for me to get in the closet.
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