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by Grace Wilkinson


  I grabbed the first guy I saw and started to dance with him. The back of my thighs swayed against the front of his. His hands rested on my hips and I threw my hands in the air while holding my drink as I swayed to the music.

  I moved the hair out of my face to find that Dylan had stepped off the counter and walked over to the foyer. He was leaning against the staircase and staring at me as he took sips of his drink.

  I stopped dancing and turned towards the boy in front of me. He wasn't that bad. He had really blue eyes but his hair was a mess and didn't dress very well.

  I couldn't do this.

  I patted the boy’s chest and then walked away, towards Dylan. As I passed him, our shoulders hit and he stumbled back causing his drink to spill all over the floor.

  I heard him mumbling swears under his breath as I walked away into the kitchen.

  I stood at the counter and grabbed a glass of Mike's Hard Lemonade. As I turned around to go outside, I saw Jasmine outside against the wall with Ethan. They were sloppily making out. It was so disgusting I had to turn away.

  I turned around to walk back inside when I hit a tall figure. My face pressed into a hard chest. The dark gray shirt smelled like expensive cologne mixed with fabric softener. I backed away quickly to see Dylan standing over me. As our eyes met and flashbacks played in my mind from two nights back; our bodies pressed together and our lips never separating.

  "Somebody's a little clumsy today." He smirked.

  I blinked and tried to walk back inside but he pulled his hand up to block the doorway. "I don't want to talk to you." I grit my teeth and tried to go underneath his arm but he grabbed me and pulled me against the wall. His hands pressed against the bricks of the house as he blocked me from ever walking away.

  "Can we talk?" He begged.

  I shook my head. "No. it's over."

  "I don't recall you and I ever start-"

  I interrupted him, "Don't make this even worse than it already it is."

  "Can I tell you why I left that night?" The look in his eyes didn't seem like he was sincerely sorry.

  "I know why you left, Dylan. I was just your next, little, target." I shoved him in attempt to have him free me but he didn't budge.

  "You weren't my next target, Emm." He looked down at me, his eyes bloodshot.

  "Don't call me that. You aren't allowed to call me Emm anymore." I spit.

  "Would you just listen!" he yelled, stomping his foot on the ground.

  I had no other way of getting out of his grip so I hit him in the groin and rushed inside. I didn't want to listen to his stupid excuses anymore.

  I walked up to Michael, the boy I had run away from a while back because of a game of spin the bottle, and pulled him into the first room I found. He seemed confused but he didn't fight.

  "Roleplay with me, please?" I pulled his shirt and turned to make sure Dylan could see me.

  He was looking and he didn't look too happy.

  "What?" Michael asked, staring down at me.

  "Kiss me." I begged, looking up at him.

  He shrugged his shoulders and leaned down to kiss me. Our lips met and it felt so foreign to me to be kissing someone else besides Dylan. Dylan's lips were softer and rosier then his. I slid my hand underneath his shirt and his hands rested at my hips.

  We didn't stop for quite a few minutes until I ran out of breathe and couldn't take it anymore. I had to stop. This was so wrong.

  Michael took deep breathes before asking, "Why are you doing this? Are you trying to get Dylan jealous?"

  I bit my lip before nodding.

  Michael shook his head, "Emily, that's not cool. I think you should just talk things out with him with whatever happened between you two. I've seen the way he's been acting the past few days and it isn't that good."

  I nodded my head and started towards the kitchen when, all of a sudden, sirens were heard from outside. You could hear police yelling to turn the music off but people were running and screaming. I had no idea what was going on. The police never crashed these parties but I couldn't afford going to jail again.

  I started to run and felt someone grab me and run with me into the forest towards the back of the yard. I knew it was Dylan. As much as I didn't want to be alone with him I needed to just keep running.

  As we ran he jumped over a log and I tripped. Blood oozed out of my shin and I winced over in pain.

  "It's okay, come on, Emm."

  Don't call me that. I thought, but continued running no matter how much it hurt.

  He was running fast but I could keep up. As soon as we thought we made if far enough, he collapsed onto the ground and I stood up, leaning against a tree.

  "What the hell happened?" I asked, catching my breath.

  "The cops came." He said between long inhales.

  I looked down at my shin to find that blood had coated my skin.

  "Shit." I mumbled, trying to scrape off the dark blood. Whatever I fell into was sharp.

  "Here." Dylan took off his flannel and wiped off the blood.

  I mumbled 'thank you' then, started to walk back towards the direction of the house.

  "Wait," Dylan stopped me, "Where do you think you're going?"

  "Back to my car."

  Dylan laughed, "Are you insane? Do you want to go back to jail?"

  "I'd rather be in jail right now then be alone with you." I snapped. That seemed to shut him up.

  I sat down on a tree stump and waited for Dylan to tell me when I was able to go back.

  We sat there for ten minutes of silence before he spoke, "Can I please tell you why I left the other night?"

  "I don't want to know, Dylan. Just forget out it. I know I wasn't good and I was a waste of time. It's okay. You don't have to tell me." I let the words slip out of my mouth.

  "No, no. God no, I think you're amazing. It felt amazing." He ran his hand through his hair and starred back at me.

  "It hurt a lot." I started, "Waking up and realizing you were gone."

  "I left because someone called me-"

  "-I don't care, Dylan-" I started, but rustling in the bushes stopped me from talking.

  Dylan and I anxiously waited for the mysterious creature to step out and show themselves. After a few seconds, Max popped out from behind the bushes.

  "Hate to interrupt your lovely romantic moment but Ethan and Jasmine are at the station and I need a little help to bail them out."

  Chapter 24

  I stood outside in the cold while Dylan and Max were inside trying to figure out how to get Ethan and Jas out of jail. I gave Dylan all the money I had on me but he refused to take it and threw it on the ground. It was cold and I had no jacket. My legs hurt for some reason and I am so nervous I want to throw up.

  After waiting another ten minutes, Dylan came outside and kicked the brick wall in frustration.

  I stood up, eager to figure out news. "Did you get them out?"

  He looked startled as I spoke. He must have forgotten I was waiting outside.

  He shook his head. "There is this really strict old guy working at the desk and he doesn't take any of our money."

  I pulled my hair into a ponytail and kept it there. "What happens if they stay here overnight?"

  "They call their legal guardians, some other stuff, I don't know."

  I took a deep breath and sat back down on the cold bench outside the police station. I crossed my arms and tried to keep warm. Dylan paced back and forth, thinking. I pulled the sleeves of my long sleeve shirt over my hands and Dylan furrowed his eyebrows at me.

  "Do you want a sweater? I have a sweatshirt in my c-" He began, I cut him off.

  "No, I’m fine." I responded, I was lying but the last thing I wanted to do right now was wear one of Dylan's sweatshirts again.

  "Seriously? Your lips are fucking purple. You're freezing just admit it." Dylan scoffed, pulling out his phone, looking down at the screen then back towards me.

  "You're right, I am cold but the last thing I want to do right no
w is wear a sweatshirt that is owned by the guy I hate." I snapped. This only made him talk even more.

  "Well, you wouldn't hate me so much if you actually let me explain what happened that night."

  "Fine, tell-" Suddenly, the door swung open and out came Max, Ethan, and Jasmine. Ethan had his arm around Jas who looked terrible. Her hair was messed up and knotted, her makeup was smudged.

  Dylan turned from me to the doorway and began to walk towards them, "How did you get them out?" Dylan asked.

  "Simple, I told them I was Ethan's legal guardian and I paid the bail for Jas." Max smirked, spinning his keys on his finger.

  "Thanks." I thank him and grab Jasmine's arm.

  I drop her down in the back of Dylan's car and let her collapse in the back seat while Ethan sat down in the passenger seat of Max's car.

  Dylan and Max talked outside the car while I sat next to Jas in the car, trying to keep her awake. She was not sober at all. I stepped out and leaned against the car door.

  Dylan said goodbye to Max and he turned back towards me.

  "Here." He handed me the sweatshirt. I decided to take it since I was freezing. The fabric smelled of his expensive cologne and it made my heart flutter.

  "Drop me off please." I told Dylan, sliding into the passenger seat and closing the door. He opened the driver’s side door and sat down.

  "Ok," he muttered, starting the engine and pulling out.

  I looked out the window half the drive. He broke the silence when he turned around towards Jas in the backseat and looked towards me, "Can I please tell you what happened now?"

  I bit the inside of my cheek and slowly nodded.

  "Thank god." He exhaled, "Okay," he began.

  I turned the heat on in his car and leaned back in his seat as he began.

  "After we had sex, we fell asleep. Then, at, like, four in the morning I got this phone call. The number was not saved on my phone but it said it was from the New York City area. I thought it was just Natasha asking me to pick her up but it turned out to be your mother,"

  I went from relaxed to stiff in the matter of seconds. My mouth went dry and my arms filled with goosebumps.

  "She told me that if I left you alone she would either, convince my dad to pay my mum's chemo or pay for it with her own money."

  I narrowed my eyebrows. "So you chose the money?"

  He nodded his head slowly. I could tell he was thinking he made the worst decision.

  "But, Emm, there is a reason why I chose it, okay?" He looked towards me as he stopped at a red light.

  I could see why he chose it, too. It was his mother. Of course he loved her more than me.

  "I was scared," he began, "I was scared because I was falling in love with someone and my mother was dying-"

  I cut him off, "Falling in love with someone?"

  "Yeah, I was falling in love with you and I’ve never felt love before, with anyone. And you are right, I usually just have sex and never see the girl again but this time it was different because you are different."

  I just stared at him. I knew he would say more.

  "After you fell asleep all I wanted was more of you. Usually, after a girl falls asleep I’m tired as hell and try to forget everything we just did. But with you I had this weird feeling and I didn't like it."

  He paused, "The feeling made me feel like I wanted you and you were mine. I tried to think of other things but I could not get you out of my head."

  "All I need to know is that you left more for your mother then me," I spoke.

  He drove back into campus and pulled into the dorm complex's before speaking again.

  "I left more for my mum, yes."

  I nodded my head as he pulled into a parking spot. I stared at him for a few more seconds before stepping out of his car and opening the back door. I pulled Jas out and supported her as her head rested on my shoulder. She was dead asleep.

  Dylan slammed his door and jogged towards me. "Let me help."

  "No, it's okay." I pressed my lips together but he didn't seem to want to say goodbye.

  "Seriously, she looks really heavy." He put his hands out but I stepped back, stumbling and almost falling. I was struggling but I didn't want his help.

  "Dylan," I began, "No."

  He stepped back, his back hunched over. I knew I was hurting him but he hurt me. I understand he made a mistake, I was madder at my mother then him.

  "Listen, I’ll see you in class." I gave a small smile and was ready to walk away when Dylan pulled on my arm.

  Our faces were close and he was leaning in. I pressed my hand to his chest and softly pushed him away, "I'm sorry, Dylan."

  "How could you be mad at me? I told you the truth!" His voice grew louder.

  "Dylan," I propped Jas's head back up onto my shoulders as I began to speak again, "I need some time to think about this. I'm not mad at you, you just hurt me. I need some space."

  He bit his lip and began to step back towards his car. "Okay."

  I nodded my head as I turned around back towards campus. I could feel the tears in my eyes as I walked towards the front doors. I turned around to see Max talking to Dylan as he leaned against his car with his arms crossed. I didn't even notice Ethan was running towards me.

  "Emily!" I stopped as he grabbed Jas out of my grip.

  I wiped my tears before he could tell I was crying.

  "Hey," Ethan furrowed his eyebrows as we entered the lobby of the dorms, "What's wrong?"

  I shook my head as I pressed the button for the elevator. "Nothing, I'm fine."

  Big fat lie.

  Chapter 25

  The rest of the week I stayed inside and studied. I caught up on the work I had missed and got all my grades back up.

  On Thursday, Jasmine dragged me into going to a movie with her and Ethan. She claimed if I stayed inside and did nothing for another day I might as well be depressed. We saw some stupid, romantic, sappy love story and it only made me worse. To top it off, I was the only one that was actually watching the movie. Ethan and Jasmine were practically eating each other's faces next to me the whole time.

  As we left the theater Ethan invited Jasmine and I to some party at this club downtown tomorrow night. He said he would get us some fake ID's, since we're still not legal, and he would give them to us on the car ride there.

  Of course Jasmine said she wanted to go. I was hesitant for a few reasons. One, Dylan was going to be there, and two, I did not want either of us to go to jail again.

  But, I decided that it was either go or be left alone with my thoughts.

  When Friday night came I sat in Ethan's car as I waited with him for Jasmine. She was still up in the room fixing her makeup. I was ready to leave. I was already annoyed with how tight my dress was and how my hair was so straight and shiny. I couldn't even keep my eyes open because of how much mascara and eye shadow Jasmine put on me.

  "You look good, Emily." Ethan complimented me, "I'm glad you're coming out tonight."

  I put on a fake smile, "I'm extremely uncomfortable but thanks."

  Just then, Jasmine opened the door and slid inside into the passenger seat. I was in the backseat alone.

  "Hey." He pecked Jasmine on the cheek. "Ready?"

  She nodded.

  "Almost forgot," Ethan smiled, reaching into his pocket. "These are for you guys."

  He handed me my fake ID. It had a picture of me with a fake name and fake information.

  Ethan put the keys in the ignition and started towards the city.

  "My name is Phoebe Price now?" Jasmine laughed.

  "Only when the bouncer asks for it." Ethan said.

  I looked down at my fake name; Scarlett Evans.

  When we arrived, Ethan parked the car and we crossed the street. My feet already hurt from my heels and we weren't even here yet.

  We saw Dylan, Natasha, Max and a few others in a line by the front. Ethan cut everyone and Jasmine and I followed him underneath the rope. I exchanged a glance with Dylan. I could feel his ey
es on me as I stay behind Jasmine.

  "Hey guys!" Natasha smiled, hugging Ethan.

  "Natasha, Emily and Jasmine stand in the front." Dylan instructed.

  I wobbled over to the front of the line, trying to keep my dress from riding up.

  The bouncer asked for our ID's and we all handed them to him. He let us all in one by one. As we entered, the sound of music filled my ears. The air was filled with smoke. I followed Natasha as she led us all towards a big table.

  "You guys can put your stuff here!" she shouted over the music. I nodded and placed my purse and jacket down in the booth. Dylan leaned over me and threw his jacket down on top of mine. I turned towards him as he towered over me.

  "I was going to cover your purse," He scratched the back of his neck. "So nobody could steal anything."

  I gave a small smile, "Thanks."

  He walked away towards the dance floor. I followed far behind. Lights flashed everywhere and it was hard to find anyone. Bodies bumped into me as I stood on the dance floor. I spotted Natasha in the middle of the chaos dancing with her drink in the air. I walked over towards her and she started to dance when our eyes met.

  "Emily you look so good!" she shouted into my ear. I still could hardly hear her.

  I smiled and thanked her by smiling as I started to move my hips to the music. I pushed my hair out of my face as people continued to shove me. I spotted Dylan on the second floor, standing on the stairs. He was drinking his drink and staring directly at me. I turned away and continued to dance with Natasha. I grabbed her drink out of her hands and took a sip.

  I felt someone’s hand on my hip and turned to find a guy that looked to be twenty. He was sweaty but his hair was dark with sweat and his eyelashes were dark and long. He looked like he had been dancing all night.

  He smiled, leaning into my ear, "Want to dance with me?"

  I smiled and nodded as we danced to the loud techno beat.

  We danced for awhile. I was having fun until the guy got a little too touchy. He must have had too much to drink. After all he did smell of alcohol. I tried to move them back up towards my hips but he would always slide them back down.

 

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