More Than Just 'Friends' (ON HOLD)

CHAPTER 26

ALISON'S POV

I woke up with a pounding headache, swollen body, and my memories on last night were a blur. I was laying down, trying to use all my might on remembering what has happened last night, and then the weight of the bed shifted.

"Oh my god!" I gasped, falling off of the bed.

"Wow, who are you?" The human being said, turning to face me. I know that voice from anywhere. It was dylan. Holy balls, it was dylan. You think sleeping beside dylan was bad? Do you know what's worse?He wasn't under the blanket. Do you know what's worse than that? He had no clothes on.

And neither did I.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! oh my god! What are you doing? Where are your pants? Your shirt? Oh my god! Where are your clothes? Where are mine? What did we do? Did we use protection? Oh my god! I can't believe that happened! did it happen? oh my god." I cried.

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know and you know the rest. I don't freaking know!"

My eyes wandered all over the room on the search to find our clothes, and I spotted them in the corner. I jumped off of the bed and was hit by the cold breeze, and then I remembered. I'm naked.

"Show some respect, Dylan. Don't look!" He smirked, bit his lip and covered himself with the blanket.

"Oh please. I've tapped that." Holy balls.

"get a hold of those wh*re-mones." I dead panned, as I walked towards my clothes and dressed up.

"Damn, that a$$."

"Ugh, language." I teased. "And can you please stop checking me out? Like, I know I'm hot, I already know that."

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't control myself."

"Dammit! Only cameron can say that!" I thought, but what has been done cannot be undone. "Eww." He just laughed and covered himself up.

I continued walking to the corner, and picked my clothes up. Honestly, I don't understand why I'm so calm about this. None of us knew what we did last night, but what I saw earlier, cannot be unseen.

I picked my clothes up, put them on and tossed Dylan's clothes to him.

I like dylan a lot, since i was in 7th grade, and now, I'm gonna be a senior when school starts. Quite a long time, huh? But the one thing that I kept in my mind, was that he was a player. He was a good boy, best friends with the hot bad boy, and he was slowly getting influenced by Jacob, so no.

I can't possibly date him or be together with him. It will totally just hurt me even if I know that I shouldn't be surprised, and plus, he's more into fake boob and fake tanned brunettes or sometimes blondes. He's more likely to date... Chloe, or maybe even her minions.

When we were dressed, we went downstairs to get in his car, and right when we stepped on the 1st floor, Chloe came out, still looking perfect as if she spent months fixing herself up after she was finally sober, waking up with a lots of naked boys surrounding her.

Speak of the devil and she shall be summoned. Seriously.

"What do you think you're doing?" Chloe asked me, angrily.

"We are simply walking out of a door." I answered.

"No, you're walking out of a door with dylan. My dylan."

Sheesh, that girl... she is desperate, as hell.

"Get away from him, he's mine, right baby? And by the way, Dylan, meet me at the park later, okay?" she looked at him and tapped his nose.