comfortable
around. It was playfully refreshing. I wasn’t sure where any of this was going
to lead between us but it was nice not to know for once. When everything was
planned for you, spontaneity and the unknown is something worth living.
I thought about Eric a
little and then shook those thoughts aside. Having wasted four years with him,
I wasn’t about to waste another moment on him. Even if it was
just thinking. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking of him and Mercedes
together. The thought was revolting.
Dylan stayed on the
balcony as I took my shower. Once I finished, I dressed in a pair of jean
shorts and a Rolling Stones shirt my mother would never approve of me wearing
and pinned my wet hair up in a messy bun.
Look at me, wearing my
own clothes, flirting, hell, I even thought of asking Dylan for a cigarette to
complete my transformation. Smiling in the mirror, I finally felt like my own
person who’d cut the strings.
When I opened the door
to the bathroom Dylan was waiting on the bed, all his stuff was neatly next to
him. I laughed and he glared because he knew then that I was aware of the fact
that he was extremely methodical. Part of me wanted to reach over, toss his
clothes on the floor, and watch the panic rise.
“Don’t be long sugar.”
I said as he pushed past me to enter the bathroom.
He made it a point to
make sure his chest brushed mine as he slid past me. Shaking my head, I stared
at my feet and of course, he grinned.
“Nice shirt.” Tugging
at the hem, his knuckles brushed against my stomach. I felt the touch through
my entire body. It was like a tickle ran wild and gave me shivers.
Dylan enjoyed pushing
the boundaries and when I pushed back, he smirked and waited for me to weaken.
It was the same game he played with everyone else whether it is the police or
teachers; he had his own set of restless rules.
Unfortunately, for me,
I was playing it with him and if I were any weaker to his rebel ways, I’d be
standing at home plate waving him in. The thought of being with him was there before
I could stop it. Maybe it was because he was here with me that the temptation
was there but it was also because deep down, I knew that if anyone knew the
real me or even took the time to know me, it would have been him.
Unfortunately, as middle school and high school hierarchy usually dictates, we
lost touch.
Throughout Dylan’s
shower, I mulled over what situation between us was and what it was already
doing.
If we couldn’t stop
teasing each other, how was this trip going to work? But was it really a trip?
Did I want to go back eventually? Did he? Could we run forever?
Then I thought about me
and Dylan together, intimately. We shouldn’t be together, right? I hated that
my mind constantly went there imagining him. After Eric, I didn’t want to rush
into anything but maybe rushing into it would be what I needed.
A good part of my
concern was what this could do to Dylan. Even only being around Dylan a day, it
was apparent he had some emotional issues, and me, well I was just looking to
rebel, right?
If I wanted to rebel
what better way to rebel than to mess around with the town delinquent?
Don’t do that
Bailey.
I didn’t want to hurt
Dylan. Yes, he was a bad boy but he did have feelings and I wasn’t looking to
use him nor was I looking to get hurt myself. This could easily go both ways.
After Dylan’s hour-long
shower, he came out dressed and ready to go and smelling of aftershave and
cologne. I finished packing up my bag which consisted of me just tossing
everything in a vintage bag I made from a quilt my grandmother gave me and a
few pairs of jeans my mom never let me wear.
I noticed then that all
I had in that bag was a few pairs of shorts, tank tops, a few t-shirts I had
bought without my parent’s knowledge, and lotion. I didn’t bring any make-up
and took comfort that I at least managed to bring some Love Spell body
spray and deodorant.
Making our way down the
stairs because I
around. It was playfully refreshing. I wasn’t sure where any of this was going
to lead between us but it was nice not to know for once. When everything was
planned for you, spontaneity and the unknown is something worth living.
I thought about Eric a
little and then shook those thoughts aside. Having wasted four years with him,
I wasn’t about to waste another moment on him. Even if it was
just thinking. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking of him and Mercedes
together. The thought was revolting.
Dylan stayed on the
balcony as I took my shower. Once I finished, I dressed in a pair of jean
shorts and a Rolling Stones shirt my mother would never approve of me wearing
and pinned my wet hair up in a messy bun.
Look at me, wearing my
own clothes, flirting, hell, I even thought of asking Dylan for a cigarette to
complete my transformation. Smiling in the mirror, I finally felt like my own
person who’d cut the strings.
When I opened the door
to the bathroom Dylan was waiting on the bed, all his stuff was neatly next to
him. I laughed and he glared because he knew then that I was aware of the fact
that he was extremely methodical. Part of me wanted to reach over, toss his
clothes on the floor, and watch the panic rise.
“Don’t be long sugar.”
I said as he pushed past me to enter the bathroom.
He made it a point to
make sure his chest brushed mine as he slid past me. Shaking my head, I stared
at my feet and of course, he grinned.
“Nice shirt.” Tugging
at the hem, his knuckles brushed against my stomach. I felt the touch through
my entire body. It was like a tickle ran wild and gave me shivers.
Dylan enjoyed pushing
the boundaries and when I pushed back, he smirked and waited for me to weaken.
It was the same game he played with everyone else whether it is the police or
teachers; he had his own set of restless rules.
Unfortunately, for me,
I was playing it with him and if I were any weaker to his rebel ways, I’d be
standing at home plate waving him in. The thought of being with him was there before
I could stop it. Maybe it was because he was here with me that the temptation
was there but it was also because deep down, I knew that if anyone knew the
real me or even took the time to know me, it would have been him.
Unfortunately, as middle school and high school hierarchy usually dictates, we
lost touch.
Throughout Dylan’s
shower, I mulled over what situation between us was and what it was already
doing.
If we couldn’t stop
teasing each other, how was this trip going to work? But was it really a trip?
Did I want to go back eventually? Did he? Could we run forever?
Then I thought about me
and Dylan together, intimately. We shouldn’t be together, right? I hated that
my mind constantly went there imagining him. After Eric, I didn’t want to rush
into anything but maybe rushing into it would be what I needed.
A good part of my
concern was what this could do to Dylan. Even only being around Dylan a day, it
was apparent he had some emotional issues, and me, well I was just looking to
rebel, right?
If I wanted to rebel
what better way to rebel than to mess around with the town delinquent?
Don’t do that
Bailey.
I didn’t want to hurt
Dylan. Yes, he was a bad boy but he did have feelings and I wasn’t looking to
use him nor was I looking to get hurt myself. This could easily go both ways.
After Dylan’s hour-long
shower, he came out dressed and ready to go and smelling of aftershave and
cologne. I finished packing up my bag which consisted of me just tossing
everything in a vintage bag I made from a quilt my grandmother gave me and a
few pairs of jeans my mom never let me wear.
I noticed then that all
I had in that bag was a few pairs of shorts, tank tops, a few t-shirts I had
bought without my parent’s knowledge, and lotion. I didn’t bring any make-up
and took comfort that I at least managed to bring some Love Spell body
spray and deodorant.
Making our way down the
stairs because I
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