Falling for Dylan Day

Distractions

Hey...so I figured that because of my lengthy absence I'd make it up to you!

Aislinn on the side --> (Her name is pronounced like Ashlynn by the way! It's just a funny spelling. And yes, she is from OITNB! I love her.)

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Chapter 5: Distractions

I've been in the studio for six hours.

I worked on Aislinn's portrait for a while, but she left about two hours ago to hang out with Jem. (He was so excited he almost peed.) Now I'm sketching Cleo, who volunteered to be my model after they left.

I'm mostly in here to keep my mind occupied, to tell you the truth. I can't stop thinking about that...stupid ass canoe.

You know who I'm talking about.

Why didn't I tell him my name? I should've told him my name, goddammit. I at least should have mentioned that his music is shitty.

I regret almost everything that I said to him. And the slaps. Oh for the love of science, the slaps.

I visibly cringed and stopped sketching for a second, which caught Cleo's attention.

"...you okay there? You look like you've just done a body shot off a hairy old man."

One thing about Cleo: she literally has no filter, whatsoever.

"I'm fine, I just made a mistake on my sketch," I replied, trying to sound nonchalante. I was actually a very skilled liar and feelings concealer. I've had eighteen years of practice.

She cocked an eyebrow and turned her head so she was facing me on the love seat I was sketching her on. Her bulky earrings and necklaces jingled when she shifted.

"I don't believe you. I know a cringe when I see one," she said. It weirded me out how observant she was sometimes. "Is it by any chance about that Day boy? The egotistical brat that's always on the front of the tabloids that you supposedly hooked up with?"

I jerked my head up from my paper so fast I felt wind rush in my ears. "How do you know about that?!" I whispered breathlessly.

She chuckled, her brown eyes glinting with amusement. "Have you not read People lately? You're on the front page getting into a taxi with him!"

I almost fainted right then and there. Instead, I put my forehead against my sketch and moaned in despair. Oh my dear lord, what have I done. I didn't even care that there was probably charcoal smudged all over my face.

She just laughed. "Don't worry about it! Nobody cares about these kinds of things. He hooks up with a new damsel every other day. Soon, you'll just be considered another one of his conquests!"

I looked up with malice in my eyes. "But I don't want to be another one of his conquests! I didn't even sleep with him, Cleo!"

"If you don't want to be another notch in his belt, then what do you want to be to him?" I hated how smart she was.

"I guess I want to be nothing to him, I don't know! I don't want to associated with him in any shape or form!" I angrily snapped my charcoal pastel in half and got up to wash all the charcoal off my face in the sink. "Does everybody think that we...you know...bumped uglies?"

She snorted at my choice of words. "Well, I can at least tell you that I know you didn't. Even if you were drunk out of your mind, you still wouldn't have wanted to face the consequences of disobeying your mother."

I shuddered at the thought of my mom's "punishments." I have scars on my back because of her. When I replied, my tone was softer.

"Okay...that's true. But I still don't know what happened that night. Do you think I was drugged?"