I'm Gonna Miss You

Chapter 27: Old Fashioned

"I hate that he did this to you." Dylan said, his face inches from mine as he observed the healed scar on my cheek.

"It still hurts, so be careful." I say, wincing under his hand. 

His hand drops to my chin to lessen the pain, his gaze still directed at the mark. "I hate your dad."

"What's done is done, right?" I asked.

Over the past few days, the cut from his ring began to heal, it was barely visible amidst the slightly faded bruise. Tonight both our families were going to meet each other for the first time, gathered around a dinner table. Dylan was wearing a light blue button down underneath his dark blue sweater, the sleeves and collar of his button down sticking out from the sweater. Earlier, when we first came out to the roof, I had to help him fix the collar and fold the sleeves upwards so he didn't look like a mess. His reddish brown pants and shoes matched each other nicely, all in all he picked a good outfit.

For some reason, my grandparents had insisted that we wore proper dinner attire. I didn't really want to dress up considering it was just a dinner at my house, but I forced myself to get all dolled up for Nan. I didn't want her to come in, take one look at me and regret having her son be in my company. I wore a white top with a black collar, its sleeves running over my thumb. I tucked it inside a black skirt that rested above my knee. I didn't have them on, because it was dangerous to wear them on the roof, but I was going to wear my black strapped heels. I had my hair in an elegant rose bun, one that took me hours to do since Kyan couldn't do it for me. I even painted my nails a pearl white color to match my outfit. I had a pair of diamond dangling earrings and a pair of rings that stuck to each other with a delicate chain. 

"I swear, if he wasn't your dad, I would've laid him out." I giggled at Dylan trying to be threatening.

To anyone else he would look scary, but to me he just looked cute. "Dylan..." I started. "Please don't do or say anything about this." I motioned to the bruise.

"What? Why not?" 

"Also, don't say anything bad at all. If you can't fake a smile, then just don't smile. Please?" He let go of me and sat up straight, the warmth from his body leaving me. "I'm already stepping way over the edge by coming out here and risking getting caught, I don't need another reason for them to yell at me." Dylan groaned, clearly agitated at my request. "Please? For me?" 

"Fine." I smiled even though he still seemed mad.

"What time is it?" I asked, pointing at the watch on his wrist.

He looked at it for a second before meeting my eyes. "Quarter to seven." 

"You should get going. I'll meet you downstairs." I stood up, barefoot on the roof.

"Okay." Although he agreed with me, he didn't move from his spot.

I tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear as I looked down at him. "You planning on heading in or what?"

"I'm waiting for you to go inside." He smiled, standing from his place.

"Why?" 

"No reason." I shook my head at him. 

I nudged him with my elbow as he stepped away from my window. "You're such an idiot." Dylan laughed but he still stood there, his eyes glued to me. "Will you just go?" I chuckled as I was halfway through the window.

"Alright, alright." He held his hands up as he moved over to his roof, laughing at me.

I shut my window, shaking my head as his gorgeous smile got caught in my thoughts. Ever since I got grounded on Tuesday, I hadn't talked to anyone outside of school. Every day my parents would drive me to and from school, making sure I was obeying the policies they had set. The only things done in my room were studying, answering homework and drawing. The only bright side to living in confinement without anyone to talk to, was I got to catch up on my drawings. Something I had always done in class, but it was different when you were drawing out of pure entertainment instead of boredom.