Age Of Innocence (AOI) [Sequel To IR]

Dylan P/3

Hey guys, I'm so sorry that I'm moving through the time so quickly but I wanted this to only be three parts, and this was the only way, sorry again. Love you.
Also I wont be updating this week or weekend because I dont have wifi.
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Matthew's POV
I had gotten so worried over this fifth month. But now it was our sixth month anniversary. I couldn't wait to go to school and see Dylan. I was absolutely ready to kiss her and feel accomplished that we made it this far. I reached school, and couldn't wipe the smile off of my face.
"Hey Matt. Happy six months." Johnny said joining me in the hallway.
"Thanks. I can't wait to see Dylan." I smiled.
"I can tell." Johnny laughed. I didn't see her at her locker which is were we usually met in the mornings. She probably had stuff to do or something, I was hoping to see her in first period. We had a lot of classes together. The bell rang and she still didn't show. I was starting to get worried.
"Mr. Espinosa. The clock is not Miss. Francis, please stop staring at it." I blushed and everyone laughed at the teachers snooty comment. I ignored him and everyone else. She should be here by now. Where could she be.
It was the end of first period. She never showed up.
"Hey Matt. Happy six months."
"Six months bro, that's tight."
"Holy shit, six months, he must be whipped or something."
"I heard she was just using him."
"She's way to good for him, what the hell." I heard all of the comments from bystanders as I walked through the hallway. Hoping to find Dylan somewhere.
"Hey. Have you seen Dylan?" I asked one of her girlfriends.
"Sorry Matt haven't seen her." She answered.
"What about you?" I asked another one of them, she shook her head 'no'. What if she's hurt or something.
"Matt. I heard she was in the locker room." One of the jocks from our school informed me. I sprinted to the locker rooms. I went into the boys locker room first. Luckily gym was my next period. So I had to be here anyway. I walked in going to find my gym locker when I passed a row of lockers. A girl and a guy were eating each others faces, nasty. But then I noticed the girl. I noticed her tan thin skin. Her model like figure. Her brown hair. Even the purple bra she was wearing, I had recently taken it off of her last month. I gave that girl everything. Literally. My breath hitched and I couldn't move. I wanted to cry so badly.
"Dylan." I spoke softly clenching my jaw to keep from crying.
"Hi Matthew." She said awkwardly. Then I noticed the black haired boy, Zach Minsfield, the biggest dick in our whole school. So how was he better than me Dylan? How?
"H-How could you do this to me?" She walked over to me in just her bra and shorts on.
"I'm sorry Matt. But you had to see it coming. I'm popular now. I'm beautiful and gorgeous. I could get any guy I wanted. So honestly, why would I choose you. Over everyone else here. You honestly think you're the one I would choose. I'm sorry Matt. But I'm just too good for you now."
"You said you loved me." I felt a tear roll down my cheek.
"Matthew honey. Don't cry. Love is only temporary, it was bound to end anyway." She smiled. As if she thought this was okay.
"Fuck you." I said as more tears spilt. I raced out of the locker room bumping into someone. I had never seen her before. She must be new.
"I'm so sorry. I'm new. And I'm so lost." She said. I looked up at her. She was beautiful as well. Definitely not Dylan beautiful. But still beautiful. "Oh my gosh, your crying is everything okay?"
"Yeah... No." I decided there was no point in lying.
"I'm Kenziya, do you wanna talk?"
"I'm Matthew. And I'm okay."
"Are you sure?"
"No."
"Come on. Let's go." She dragged me outside were we sat in the grass I told her everything. I just strangely trusted her. We were talking when Dylan ran out of the doors crying.
"Matthew!" She cried. "Zach was... I told him to stop... He wouldn't... He tried to-he tried." She was full on sobbing and she didn't need to say it out loud, I knew what she was saying. He tried to rape her. That sounded like a typical Zach move. She ran into my arms sobbing. I couldn't help but hold her and pretend like nothing happened. "Please forgive me. I'm sorry, I have no idea what I was doing. I can't live without you. I love you." She sobbed.
"I'm sorry. It's okay, I promise. I love you too." I gave in.
"Please, never leave me."
"I promise." I watched Kenziya leave with kind of a disappointed look, like as if she had failed herself or something. But I didn't care about her, the love of my life was broken right now. I had to help her.

It turns out that day she ran to me after what Zach did, wasn't the last day she cheated on me. But I was too in love to do anything about it. I just let myself go numb. Every time I would secretly catch her kissing another boy I would go more and more numb, it hurt less than the last time. And my heart was already broken it couldn't break anymore. This girl had literally broken me. She thought she was sneaky kissing other boys and doing God knows what. But she wasn't I caught her so many times, she just didn't know about it. Because then, every time I caught her, I didn't feel a thing. It just seemed normal.
"Matthew?" Kenziya whispered, her desk was next to mine in history class.
"Huh? Sorry what?" I didn't realize how zoned out I had been.
"I asked if I could borrow a pencil?"
"Oh yeah sure." I reached into my backpack and pulled a pencil out for her.
"Thanks." She smiled.
"Wanna get out of here?" I asked. "After this class, we can just ditch."
"Uh, yeah, sure." She smiled. We left and went back to my place. We talked for maybe two minutes until I kissed her. I wanted to feel something, but I didn't feel anything, which made me mad so I kissed her deeper. Still nothing. So I took it further. Nothing. Even further. Still nothing. And finally the furthest I could go. And I felt something, it was little but it was something. And I liked it.

The next day at school I felt more refreshed. Finally the tables were turned on Dylan. Seven months. And I have no idea why I was still tied into this. But it wouldn't last much longer. I walked into the building and was immediately smacked in the face. Dylan stood there furiously.
"I know what you did with that slut. Kenzoya or something."
"Her name is Kenziya."
"I don't give a damn. I still know you fucked her. We're dating Matt. That's not cool. I can't believe you did that to me you asshole." I stayed silent showing no emotion, the whole school was circled around us watching the most popular girl in school and her unpopular boyfriend fight. "I'll have you know I have fucked way more guys in the time we've been dating than anything you've ever given me. And every time was better than you."
"Cool."
"Don't cool me. I'm breaking up with you." Why was I so devastated to hear these words. I hated her. She broke my heart. She continues to break my heart. I can't even feel anything anymore. She's dragged me to parties just so I could watch her grind with other guys and retreat up to some bedroom to betray me again. So why was I so upset. I dont know. It's that simple. I have no idea why I cared.
"I'm sorry." I said to her genuinely.
"No Matthew. It's time I actually go for someone who is good enough for me. Sorry. But you're not even that cute anyway." She turned to some boys and smiled at them. "He's all yours boys." I was beyond confused, they smirked and came over to me, picked me up and carried me to the boys locker room, there they tied me up and beat me to a pulp. For what reason? None, absolutely none. I sat there tied up bleeding, yes they left me there. I had no idea who they were because they were wearing those ski masks that cover your face. I finally, after so many hours of crying and burning from the tears on my wounds, was found by the gym teacher and Johnny who apparently had reported that I went missing to the faculty. Now imagine, having to wait in the office while the nurse is carefully tending to your cuts and bruises and the principal is calling your parents having to explain that their youngest son was beat up, badly. And imagine being the parents, having a normal day at work, then getting a tragic phone call informing you that your son was beaten.
And that Dylan, that ruined my life. And it ruined Kenziya's too, because I continued to use her, to feel something. Until I discovered she was only driving me more numb. And I haven't felt anything.
Anything but Kenziya, and her warm body in my bed, every Friday. And the pain Dylan Francis caused.
Dylan, you ruined my life. Congrats.