Party Boy Love Story

by Grace Wilkinson

  Dylan's Point Of View

  It was four in the morning when I heard my ring tone go off. I looked over towards Emily to see she was sound asleep.

  I looked to see who it was.

  The screen read an unknown number.

  I picked up, sliding my thumb across the screen and holding my phone up to my ear.

  "Hello?" I asked.

  The person on the other line stayed quite for a few seconds before answering, "Is this Dylan?"

  "Yes." I answered curtly.

  "Great," The person on the other end sounded like a women.

  "Who is this?" I asked. I wanted to cut to the chase.

  "This is Emily's mother."

  I felt my heart sink as I looked down at Emily sleeping beside me. She looked so peaceful and tired. I didn't like her mother at all.

  "What do you want?" I grit my teeth, my words coming out coolly.

  I looked around the room as I waited for her to answer, "Let's make a deal, Dylan."

  "Hell no." I spit. I was about to hang up when she said something else,

  "I heard your mother is in the hospital, cancer right?"

  "Yes." How the hell did she figure all this out?

  "I could help you." She said.

  "How is that?" This was so stupid. What was she getting at?

  "I know your father. I could talk to him and convince him to pay for your mother’s chemo," she started. I felt my heart best speed up.

  "Really?" I said, a little too loud.

  "One condition though," she said through the speaker.

  Great, I thought.

  "What is the condition?"

  "You stay away from my daughter."

  I heard the line go dead.

  Chapter 21

  Emily's Point Of View

  My eyelashes fluttered open and I reached my hand across the mattress to find that the other side of the small bed was empty. I looked around the room for his clothes, shoes or anything but all his belongings were gone.

  I looked over towards Jasmine who was passed out with her makeup smudged across her face and her hair in a heap of knots.

  I was still naked and I didn't even notice the blood that had spotted my sheets last night.

  Then, it dawned on me.

  I wasn't a virgin anymore.

  I lost my virginity to Dylan Clarke.

  I couldn't find him anywhere and it began to make me worry. Not if he was okay but if this was just another one of his games and I was his little toy.

  I felt tears well up in my eyes as I realized Dylan left me last night, while I was asleep, after we had sex.

  I suddenly began to cry. I don't know why I started but it just hurt. I finally gave myself to a boy that I thought would treat me right but instead he used me then left.

  I heard Jasmine roll over in bed and lift her head from her pillow.

  "Emily?" Her eyes were still closed as I looked over at her.

  "Yeah," I said, wiping my wet cheeks.

  Her eyes opened and they widened at the site of me hiding underneath my blankets naked. Her eyes wandered towards the blood and then back towards my tear streaked face.

  "Emily!" She jumped up from her bed and sat down on mine. "Did you and Dylan... Where is he?"

  I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders as the tears came back.

  "What happened?" she asked again, rubbing her hand along my bare back.

  I wiped my tears again. "We were at this bar last night because he wanted to talk. He called me at two in the morning and, being the nice friend I was, I met him there. We talked, then he called me his girl after the waiter looked at my boobs, we kissed in my car and then we got back here and one thing led to another."

  Jasmine looked at me in awe as if she never expected me to do this. Then again, I never expected myself to do it either.

  I pulled my comforter off my bed with me while I put on a fresh pair of underwear and a new bra.

  Jasmine walked over towards me, she wanted more details. I knew her too well.

  "Does it hurt?"

  I furrowed my eyebrows. "Which part? Having the guy leave after you have sex or the actual sex part?"

  Jasmine helped me carry the bed sheets towards the door.

  "Emily," She began, "You should call him."

  I shook my head, "No. I don't want to speak to him."

  "You have to see him in class, though." Jasmine reminded me.

  I looked over at the clock on my bedside table and realized class started soon. I dropped the sheets down on the ground and walked towards the closet. My legs were killing me and I had a headache from lack of sleep. I grabbed the first sweatshirt I saw and a pair of yoga pants. I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, running down the hall to the showers.

  To my luck, not a lot of girls were there right now. I quickly took off my clothes and jumped into the hot shower. My legs were so sore but the hot water made the pain go to a minimum. Once I finished, I dried off and put on the sweatshirt, yogas and converse I had grabbed.

  I looked over at the clock on the wall. I had ten minutes to get all the way to the other side of campus.

  I brushed my teeth and my hair as quickly as I could and ran down the hall back towards my dorm. I threw all my belonging on my bed and took my laptop from my desk.

  I kept dreading the fact that I would have to sit next to Dylan during the whole hour class period.

  As I walked into the building, I trudged down the hallway, trying to get to class as fast as I could. My legs were killing me and I couldn't think straight.

  When I opened the door I did not see Dylan sitting down in his usual spot. He was in the back of the room looking down at his laptop. He was even wearing his glasses.

  I felt my heart sink down in my chest as I dropped down into my usual seat and pulled out my laptop.

  I pulled the sleeves of my sweatshirt over my hands and pressed the fabric against my temples.

  God, why does this hurt so bad? Should I just go over and talk to him or leave him alone?

  He fucking left me alone after I let him take something away from me that I will never get back. It hurt.

  I glanced over at him to see him staring down at me.

  I held our gaze for a second before he pulled away and looked back down at his screen.

  The professor started class and I leaned back in my seat. I decided I wasn't even going to do anything today. Nothing important was happening and to top it off, my heart is broken when and it's still raining outside. How depressing.

  I rested my head down on my keyboard and stared at the empty spot next to me. I closed my eyes and the first thing I saw was Dylan and my body pressing together. I shook the memory away. I was on the verge of tears and didn't want to cry in the middle of class.

  "Miss Marshall!" I heard, snapping my head up to face the board, "Perhaps you would like to tell us how the book finished."

  I wasn't paying attention, what book was he talking about? We read so many this semester.

  "I-" I looked back towards Dylan and back towards the professor before I grabbed my laptop and started to walk down the stairs towards the door.

  "I need to go." I finished, "Something came up and I just-"

  He looked at me like I was crazy. Before I walked out into the hallway, I saw Dylan get out of his seat like he was going to say something but then he sat back down and turned away.

  I collapsed in the hallway, sliding down the wall onto the floor. My knees hugged my chest as I sat there crying.

  I never had liked someone so much before or given them so much of me. The fact that the first time I actually let it happen, I get my heartbroken makes me wonder if love is even worth it.

  I picked up my belongings and slowly walked down the hallway.

  I was getting in my car when someone stopped me.

  Ethan stood before me.

  "What?" I asked, it came out mean but I was not in a good mood right now so I didn't care.

  "Are you okay?"
/>   I narrowed my eyes, "How do you know-?"

  "Same class. I was put in English."

  I nodded my head.

  "Something happened last night." I answered his question.

  "I heard." He scratched the back of his neck.

  I turned around, did rumors start already?

  "Who told you?" I snapped.

  "No," He blushed. "I really heard. You guys weren't being very quiet last night."

  I blushed and sank down into the driver’s seat.

  "I saw him leave your room," he began, "He left at around five in the morning. I was leaving my room to go for a jog and he walked out carrying his shoes, car keys, and phone in one hand."

  I cupped my hands over my face and shook my head.

  "He looked kinda angry but determined. Like he was about to go on some mission."

  "Thanks for telling me, Ethan." I tried my best to smile.

  He smiled back, apologetically.

  "I just can't imagine how you feel right now. It must hurt."

  I nodded my head as I closed the driver’s side door and started my engine.

  Chapter 22

  Dylan's Point Of View

  I watched as she walked out of class, the sleeves of her sweatshirt over her hands and her hair falling out of the bun on her head.

  I couldn't help but think about how much pain I was causing her right now. I couldn't believe I made this deal with her mother.

  I was stupid but I think I made the right decision. Emily would always be around but my mother would not.

  I made her first time a living hell and I would never be able to pay her back.

  I stood up as she told the Professor that she needed to leave, I was about to tell her something but then I remembered I wasn't supposed to speak to her since it was part of the deal. I sat back down as our eyes met and she shut the door behind her.

  I was completely breaking her fucking heart and I hated this. I hated it so much. Nobody deserves the shit that I’m putting her through right now but I just need my mum to live. I want my mum to be here on my wedding day and I want her to be able to see her grandchildren just like any other mother can, but if I don't give her chemo, then that won't happen.

  Once class was over I walked back towards my car and threw my bag into the backseat. I pulled out my phone and saw a missed call from Natasha.

  I called her back and she answered right away.

  "Hey!"

  "Hey, you called?" I asked, shaking off the rain that had soaked me from outside.

  "Yeah," she sounded hesitant at first about what she was going to ask, probably because I sounded so unmotivated right now, "I was wondering if you wanted to meet me at this club?"

  I rubbed my eyes and sighed into the speaker, "Uh, maybe, I don't know."

  Natasha was silent on the other end and the only sound I could hear was distance music in the background, "Are you okay?" she finally asked.

  I slammed my forehead down on the steering wheel and took a deep breath, "No."

  "Tell you what, I'll meet you at that burger place downtown that we always go to and we can talk about everything, okay?"

  "Sounds good." I said.

  She hung up and I turned around and started towards the city. I knew I should be talking to Emily right now and explaining everything to her but I couldn't. I needed to stay away from her.

  I parked on the street and sat in my car as the rain poured down on the windshield. I was looking around for Natasha but I couldn't find her. I stepped outside and ran in to see if she had already gotten a table.

  I looked around until I saw her sitting in the corner in a booth.

  I sat down across from her, "Hey" I said.

  She turned the straw in her drink, "Hey, what's wrong?"

  I shook my head, "Nothing, just been a long past few days."

  Natasha took another sip out of her straw and shook her head, "Dylan, I’ve known you long enough to tell when something is up. Spill all the details right now."

  I pressed my hands to my face and slid them down my cheeks in frustration, "It's Emily."

  Natasha leaned forwards as if to show me that she was more interested in the conversation.

  "We, uh, we had sex last night."

  Natasha's eyes widened and she looked shocked.

  "Seriously?" Emily actually let you have sex with her?" Natasha looked like she was going to laugh. "How are you sad about this?"

  "Because, in the middle of the night I left when I told her we would walk to English together." My chest hurt at the memory.

  Natasha shook her head. "Dylan! What the hell?"

  "There is a reason why I left." I continued.

  "Why? Because you just felt like being a dick?"

  I shook my head. I didn't want to deal with her being sarcastic right now. "It has to do with my mum."

  "How?" Natasha asked right as the waiter came to our table.

  We ordered and as he walked away my polite smile faded away into a frown again.

  "Her mom hates me and she thinks Emily and I are dating. She called me at four in the morning telling me if I stayed away from Emily, she would talk to my dad and pay for my mum's chemo."

  "Dylan! You really think your mom would like this?" Natasha shook her head and I finally realized how stupid of a decision I made.

  Natasha was right. My mother would not like the idea of me borrowing money from a lady to help pay for her chemo.

  "You're right." I pressed my palms to my temples and leaned forward as my elbows rested on the table.

  Our food came and the waiter set our burgers down on the table. As I began to eat my burger Natasha began to ask more questions.

  "Was she good?"

  I coughed on a French fry and had to take a sip of my water before answering her, "She was, uh, good."

  "Where did you guys even do it?" She laughed as she took a bite of her burger.

  I wiped my face with my napkin. "Her dorm, Jasmine wasn't there when we came but she walked in drunk while we were in the middle of it."

  Natasha leaned her head back and laughed, "Lucky she was drunk!"

  If I didn't leave Emily that night, I’m sure I would have made that night something she would remember but instead I made last night a night she would try to forget.

  It hurt knowing that the whole time I was in her dorm, I was enjoying every second. I was so dumb to leave. She was laughing and smiling and worried but she was so good. I just wanted to kiss her right now and rewind back to yesterday so I could redo everything.

  "She was so good, Natasha. And I was fucking stupid to leave her last night." I pushed my food to the side and carried my head in my hands.

  Natasha stopped eating and sat back in the booth.

  "I was just scared and worried at the same time. I was scared because I never felt this way about someone before and I was worried for my mum. I don't want her to leave, Natasha."

  "How do you want to do this? Do you want me to throw a party and invite her so you can slowly forgive each other?"

  I shrugged my shoulders.

  "I'm throwing a party, you're solving this problem with her mother, and you're going to get back with Emily, okay?" She pulled out her phone and dialed Emily.

  I heard her small voice on the other end as she picked up. She sounded so sad and I couldn't help but think that that was because of me.

  I watched as Natasha talked to her and she seemed to be talking back on the other end.

  I took a few more bites of my burger before Natasha hung up and took a deep breath.

  "Well?" I asked.

  "She's coming. But I kind of lied and told her you weren't going to be there. So, if she asks tell her you showed up without an invite."

  I nodded my head as the waiter came with the bill.

  "I'll pay," I said. Natasha nodded.

  Emily's Point Of View

  I knew the last thing I needed right now was a party but my mind was spinning with things that could go wrong with the decisions I
made last night. It was normal nerves every girl had. But I’m sure not every girl has to deal with having the boy they like leave in the middle of the night after losing your virginity to him.

  I decided I would go to the party. Not for fun or friends but for revenge.

  I was going to make Dylan feel just as much pain as I did. I'm sure deep down he still cares for me and I know how much he hates it when I’m with other guys, so I have a plan. I'll grab a guy, hook up and make sure Dylan see's everything.

  I knew he would be at the party. After all, it was at his house.

  Chapter 23

  I pulled up to the frat house and it was as if I was living the first time I came here all over again. I could hear the music and see the people inside as colors from the lights flashing inside shown through the window.

  I fixed my skater skirt and pulled up my tight top up. Jasmine helped me get ready and I looked ridiculous. I had seven pounds of glittery makeup and mascara on and my hair was pinned straight.

  I walked up to the front door and let myself in. I looked around to see if I recognized anyone. It seemed like the usual crowd. I walked over to the kitchen and saw Dylan sitting on the counter. He was talking to a few girls as he drank from a solo cup.

  I blushed as soon as I saw him. Biting my nail, and then pulling loose hairs behind my ear. His green eyes looked over at me and he gave me a small smile.

  God, why did he have to do this? If he didn't leave me that night I would have just gone up to him and kissed him.

  I felt a hand rest on my shoulder and turned to see Natasha.

  "He kind of invited himself." she whispered, shrugging her shoulders.

  I shook my head and put on a fake smile. "It's fine."

  I walked over to the cooler on by the patio doors to grab a drink when I saw Leah walk through the crowd. I had no idea why she was here. Who even invited her?

  I stepped into the living room. I turned and saw Dylan biting his lip as my body turned around.

  I couldn't even believe I was about to do this plan. This was not like me at all. This was such a slut move.