Party Boy Love Story

by Grace Wilkinson

  He stared back at me. My hair wet and shirt dripping wet just like him. He was looking at my lips. Why my lips? Should I look at his back?

  "If I wasn't driving right now." he started, but stopped.

  "You would what?" I looked from his long eyelashes to his rosy lips.

  He pulled the car over to the side of the road and leaned towards me before saying, "Kiss me,"

  I stood still, my stomach filling with nervous butterflies.

  "Kiss me for real, Emily. Not for one of those stupid party games. Kiss me like you want me," he whispered, his lips centimeters away from mine.

  I felt his hand rest on my thigh as it trailed up and under my skirt. I was cold but his hand was warm.

  I felt his lips on mine and I closed my eyes. I rested my hands on his neck as he leaned over towards me. His hands trailed up and down my thighs. I leaned my head to the right as he slipped his tongue into my mouth.

  Was this really happening?

  His lips trailed down my neck, leaving marks.

  "Dylan," I said, breathlessly.

  He didn't stop. He kept his hands on my thighs and his lips on my neck.

  "Dylan," I called again.

  He finally looked up.

  "We need to get back. It's getting worse outside." I laughed.

  "Oh, right." He remembered.

  He started the car and we drove off.

  Chapter 16

  Dylan and I sat in silence in the driveway of the frat house, waiting for the rain to settle down.

  "Listen," Dylan began, scrolling through his phone, "There is a party tomorrow night, here."

  I didn't really like the idea of going to another one of his parties after what happened with Max last time.

  "I know you don't like the party scenes anymore but this parties going to be even better than the other ones."

  I stared at him, and thought. If Dylan was there I knew nothing bad would happen. He looked out for me. But I did have a ton of homework.

  "I'm sure it will be awesome but I have so much homework-"

  "Emily, stop with all the school stuff. Have some fun!" Dylan playfully hit me across the seat.

  I stared at him and laughed. "Fine. I'll go."

  Dylan smiled even wider. "Wear something tight and neon."

  I was taken back from his words. "What? Why?"

  "Don't ask questions, just wear something tight and neon." He retorted.

  I shrugged my shoulders before announcing in defeat, "Fine, I’ll find something I guess."

  Dylan looked out the window and towards the front door. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

  I nodded my head as he ran out of the car, running towards the front door. As he opened the front door another boy handed him a phone and his expression changed in a matter of seconds. He slammed the door behind him.

  Should I go inside and see what's wrong?

  Just leave him alone. You've been with him enough this week.

  I pulled out of the driveway and turned back towards campus.

  The drive was long. There was lots of traffic and the only thing I could think of was the kiss Dylan and I shared and the argument between my mother and I. Dylan actually wanted to kiss me. Not for a stupid party game that involved a paper sticking to your mouth or a bottle being spun and landing on you.

  He actually wanted to kiss me.

  He did kiss me.

  I pulled into the parking lot to my dorm and ran inside before I would get soaking wet from the rain.

  I waited by the elevator as it stopped a few floors above the ground level. As I stood looking at the doors, a boy stood next to me.

  I glanced over at him.

  He was tall, really tall. He had black hair and really green eyes. He looked lost as he stared at a map of campus.

  "Lost?" I asked, startling him.

  "Uh," he hesitated, looking around for a few seconds, "Actually, yeah, I am."

  I stepped towards him. "What room are you in?"

  "It says here room 317B."

  "That's my floor," I laughed before saying, "Here, follow me."

  He nodded his head as the elevator opened and a few students stepped out. We both stepped in and I pressed the button for the second level.

  "What's your name?" he asked, folding up the map and slipping it into his back pocket.

  "Emily." I answered, smiling.

  He nodded his head slowly, "I'm Ethan. I've heard a lot about you, Emily."

  I looked up from the ground as the doors opened on the elevator and we stepped out. What did he hear about me?

  "Oh, yeah? Like what?" I asked as politely as I could.

  "You know, stuff." he responded, curtly.

  Okay, he was pissing me off. He brought up this subject, why isn't he telling me what he heard?

  He looked over at me before pulling out his keys. "My brother is Max."

  I felt my stomach twist into knots and I took a step away from him.

  He laughed at my actions. "Don't worry, I’m not like him. He's such a jackass."

  "Yeah, I know." I crossed my arms and leaned against the door to my dorm.

  "I'm sorry for what he did to you. Thank god Clarke was there to swoop in and be a hero." He dropped his duffel bag in the doorway and turned towards me.

  I nodded my head then asked, "Did you transfer?"

  It took him a second to respond due to the change in subjects, "Yes, actually. I went to an academy for all boys. Wasn't too much fun, if you know what I mean."

  I laughed. "Yeah, I understand."

  He gave me a warm smile. "Well I’ll see you soon."

  I nodded my head and with that we both disappeared into our dorms.

  Once I closed the door behind me, I realized that Jas wasn't here. I looked around for a note but she left nothing. She must have been at the library or something.

  Since I was alone I figured I could study since I wouldn't have any time tomorrow night.

  Some part of me was actually excited for this party.

  I stood in front of my closet, throwing shirt onto my bed that I thought would look good for the party that started in less than an hour.

  I pulled out a neon yellow tight crop top and slipped it on as fast as I could then pulled on a pair of black shorts adding a pair of old black converse. I did my makeup and pulled my hair into a high ponytail that came down to the middle of my back.

  My makeup looked fine even though I was rushing. I grabbed my phone and my car keys and ran out the door towards the stairs. I didn't bother taking the elevator, it would take ages.

  I turned the corner towards the front door and ran towards my car. The rain had stopped but the air was humid. I put the keys into the ignition and drove off towards Dylan's.

  As I drove I couldn't help but wonder what theme the party was. Was I dressed okay? This was the only thing I owned that was neon.

  As I parked my car, I heard the music from outside. No lights were on upstairs but I could see all kinds of lights on in the basement.

  I opened the front door to find people upstairs holding glasses of beer and pointing towards the staircase down into the basement. I followed to sound of the music until I reached the end of the steps.

  My jaw dropped.

  Neon colors were everywhere. People's faces and bodies were painted in colors that popped due to the bright lights on the ceiling.

  I bumped into several sweaty bodies and looked around for someone, anyone that I knew.

  I couldn't find anyone. The music was blasting and people were bumping into me. There were so many people in such a tiny space.

  "Emm!" I heard someone shout, I turned in all directions until I saw Dylan standing by someone holding a paint brush and a pallet of all sorts of insane colors.

  He smiled as I approached. "You listened to me."

  I nodded my head, smiling.

  He turned towards the girl with the paint and handed her five dollars. Dylan whispered something into her ear and she nodded.

  She ha
nded me the pallet full of paint and the paint brush before moving onto the next person waiting in line.

  "What?" I asked, confused.

  Dylan smirked. "Paint my body."

  I looked around, startled. Was he really asking me this?

  He stared down at me. "Do a cool design. Something that pops."

  "I'm not good at-"

  He cut me off, "Paint me or I’ll paint you and it won't turn out very good I promise you that."

  I shook my head. I couldn't believe I was doing this.

  I dabbed the paint brush in neon orange and drew designs on the side of Dylan's chest. I didn't know what I was doing but it turned out cool looking.

  "I like it," he said adding a wink, looking to see if the girl was watching before grabbing a tube of neon pink lipstick and gliding it across my lips.

  I was taken aback by his actions but like him finish applying the lipstick onto my lips.

  "Don't you have to pay for that?" I asked, smiling.

  He placed a finger to his lips before grabbing the paint brush and gliding two lines underneath each of my eyes.

  "Perfect." He said, admiring his work, "Now I can find your lips in the dark."

  I blushed at his words. Thank goodness he could hardly see me.

  "C'mon," he urged, pulling me into the crowd of dancers and pressed my body close to his.

  The noise was so loud I felt as if my ear drums might burst.

  I felt Dylan's hands running all over my body.

  I didn't feel too comfortable and I didn't know what this might be leading to.

  I decided to sway my hips to the music. I didn't want to seem scared. I couldn't wear my heart on my sleeve all the time.

  I felt Dylan's hands on my hips as my hips moved to the beat of the music.

  His face nuzzled into the crook of my neck as his hands trailed down my thighs.

  What was with him and my thighs?

  I felt his breathing on my ear and I knew he was about to say something.

  "Come upstairs to my room."

  What the hell was I supposed to say?

  Before I could comprehend I felt the words escape my mouth,

  "Okay."

  Chapter 17

  Even though the party was specifically downstairs, not everyone followed the rules. People were on the main level playing party games and hanging outside in the pool. A few eyes met Dylan and I's as we walked towards the stairs and up towards his room.

  I had been in Dylan's room once before and everything inside of it was neat and organized.

  He stumbled as we walked upstairs.

  He was on something. He took something to make him have more fun.

  I grabbed ahold of his arm, the paint on his body didn't glow anymore. The colors were bland.

  He turned around and faced me, not wiping the smile off his face. He laughed at absolutely nothing.

  "Dylan?" I asked, concerned.

  "Yeah?" He stood a step above me and towered over me.

  "Did you take something?"

  He shook his head, "why would you think that?"

  I narrowed me eyes and stared at him long and hard. "You're not lying are you?"

  He hesitated to answer, "Fine, I took something."

  I groaned. "What the hell, Dylan? What did you take?"

  He looked up towards his room. "That's not important. Come on." He pulled my arm but my feet stayed planted on the ground.

  "Ecstasy?"

  His eyes wandered and then landed back on me as he softly shook his head.

  "It wore off already, though." He explained.

  I didn't want to act like his mother so I nodded my head and he pulled me up the stairs.

  He flung open his door and pushed me up against the wall, or lips crashing together as his hands trailed up my body. He kicked the door shut with his leg, never separating our lips. His tongue moving across mine. I realized my hands were awkwardly in the air as if I didn't want to touch him back but god I really did want to touch him.

  I let my hands rest on his neck as he fumbled with the belt on his pants. His curls brushed against my cheeks as he leaned his head down. My lips felt sore and red because of our kissing seconds ago but I shook it off, we still weren't done yet.

  He slipped his belt out from the belt loops and threw it over onto his bed sheets, and then he pressed both of his giant hands onto the back of my thighs before lifting me off the ground. I was pressed between the wall and his body as he kissed my neck and left red and purple patches all over the skin by my collarbones.

  Shit. That's going to be hard to cover tomorrow.

  Whatever he took earlier, it didn't wear off yet.

  I couldn't believe this was happening.

  I couldn't believe I was actually letting it happen.

  "God, you're so good." he whispered into my neck as his lips trailed back up towards my lips. He carried me over to his bed and threw me down onto the covers.

  I thought about where this was leading to. I had no idea what I was doing. Should I ask him for a condom?

  My thoughts were interrupted as he tried to pull off my shirt. I helped him and the only thing remaining on my torso was my bra.

  He smiled down at me before speaking, "Lace again?"

  I laughed as he scooped his neck down and left kisses from my lips down to the hem of my shorts. My mouth hung open in the shake of an 'O'.

  My heart raced. I shouldn't be so worried, he already saw me half naked.

  He pulled off his pants and struggled. I swear they were tighter then my skinny jeans and I’m a girl.

  He finally slipped them off and threw them onto the floor, continuing to kiss me.

  His hands trailed down towards my shorts and I felt his cold hands on my hip bones.

  Suddenly, I heard a bang on his locked door.

  His finger traced over the lace of my panties as I turned towards the door; petrified.

  "H-harry?" I asked, pressing my thumb underneath his chin and titling his head up.

  "Huh?" He looked up towards me, his eyes bloodshot and his lips rosy and swollen.

  The banging on the door didn't stop and a voice could be heard calling from the other side.

  "Dylan!" It was a guy.

  I didn't recognize the voice but Dylan pulled on his pants and stumbled towards the door.

  I hid under the covers since I couldn't find my clothes and I watched as Max stood outside the door holding a phone to Dylan.

  Dylan turned back towards me and mouthed the words "sorry" before taking the phone out of Max's hands and speaking into the speak.

  He closed the door behind him and spoke into the other end.

  "Hello?" he asked, concerned.

  Whatever the person on the other line was saying it was important because Dylan grabbed a duffel bag and began to throw things into it.

  "Ok, ok." he said, before hanging up.

  "What's going on?" I asked, getting out from under the covers and walking towards him.

  "It's my mom. She isn't doing too well and like I said, my dad won't let me pay for it." The words came out of his mouth a mile a minute.

  "Where is she?" I asked, trying to stay out of his way.

  "She's in the hospital."

  Chapter 18

  I stood half naked on the carpet floor as Dylan rushed out his door. He pulled a beanie over his head before leaving.

  What the hell just happened?

  Did he stand me up? Lead me on?

  No, of course he didn't. I thought. His mother has cancer of course he's going to choose her over me.

  I slipped my clothes back on and quietly walked back downstairs. I was just going to leave. I've had enough for one night.

  I walked back towards my car, looking in the review mirror as I tried to take the paint off my face.

  It would not come off no matter what I tried and, to top it off, my whole neck was covered in hickeys.

  I sat in the driver’s seat and just stared out the windshield. I had no ide
a what I was even thinking tonight. I hardly knew Dylan and I just left him do that? What has gotten into me? To make this situation even worse, Max saw us. What if he tells everyone?

  I pressed my forehead to the steering wheel and closed my eyes.

  Get it together, Emily.

  I started the car and began to drive off towards campus. I looked down at the clock, it read: 12:47 a.m.

  I parked my car and looked up towards mine and Jasmine's dorm to find that no lights were on. I felt terrible that I wasn't hanging out with her at all but, then again, she wasn't even in the dorm half the time. I woke up and she was still sleeping and when I got back from classes she was out.

  I closed the driver side door and locked my car before walking inside. I walked straight to the showers even though I didn't have a change of clothes. I guess I would just walk back to my dorm with a towel on. A few people were still outside in the halls, but they should be gone soon.

  I stripped down and stepped into the steaming shower. I washed my hair and my body, then shut off the water and wrapped a towel around my body. I grabbed my dirty clothes and peeked out the hall before running up towards the third floor.

  I slipped into the dorm without anyone seeing me and I pulled on a pair of sweats before slipping under the blankets on my bed.

  "What the hell is on your neck?" I heard Jas ask from her bed. She was on her laptop watching something on Netflix.

  "I, um, I got hit." I lied, it was a terrible excuse. You could never hide hickeys.

  "Bullshit." Jas said, dropping her laptop on her bed sheets and stepping out from under the covers.

  I sighed as she continued to figure out what these purple and red marks were on my neck.

  "Dylan?" she asked, moving my damp hair off of my shoulders and pressing her thumb across the surface of my neck.

  "Ow!" I yelled, the skin was sore and it hurt even when I moved my head from side to side.

  "Well, as much as this sucks for you tomorrow, he seems pretty good at--"

  I interrupted her, "Jas, we have class tomorrow and I’m really tired so I’m going to bed."

  She laughed. "Did you guys have-"

  I turned towards her almost screaming, "No!"