Electricity

Electricity - Part 4

You stumbled forward, the impact of the body causing you to lose your balance. You fell face forward and out of the corner of your eye you saw Dylan lunge to catch you but he was too late. Someone pushed him as your head connected with the coffee table.

   You groaned and stayed on the ground checking to see if you were hurt. You slowly brought your hand up your body to your head where it immediately throbbed at your touch. You had connected somewhere near your temple.

   You felt drained in terms of energy but shifted nonetheless so you were on your back. It crossed your mind why Dylan hadn't tried to help you and you felt fleetingly disappointed but brushed it off. You attempted to sit up but nausea flooded your system and you groaned and fell back against the carpet. You were vageuly aware of a red stain near your head. Someone must have spilled their wine.......

    Your vision came into focus a little and you studied two figures who seemed to be wrestling. Not fighting exactly but it seemed one boy was trying to hold the other back from getting to you.

    Realization hit you a little too hard and it hurt emotionally as much as your head did physically. Dylan was fighting to hold back Jason. Jason was the one who had slammed into you from behind. On purpose. He wanted to hurt you. He HAD hurt you. The stain wasn't wine it was blood. Your blood.

You slumped back limply against the floor as a fresh wave of nausea washed over you, enveloping you and clouding your senses.

   You focused your hearing and heard Dylan and Jason yelling at each other. You noticed the music had not stopped and a lot of people were still dancing as if nothing had happened. The pulsing lights just added to your feeling of nausea. The room seemed to literally be rotating on some unseen axis, whirling around so colors and people all blended together.  You felt sick to your stomach as you became aware that some of the yelling Jason was doing was directed at you. You squeezed your eyes shut and listened to him.

    "YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST BREAK UP WITH ME AND START LIKING THIS PIECE OF CRAP TWO DAYS LATER?!?! YOUR A SLUT IS WHAT YOU ARE!" You forced your eyes to flutter open and take in the scene. Dylan was holding Jason back and Jason was struggling very hard to get to you. He must be really drunk. You felt the tears on your cheeks before your mind registered that you were crying. The room was still spinning and tilting on its imaginary axis and black had started to rim your vision, unconsciousness hanging over you like a black cloud.

   "I don't know if you realized this," you hear Dylan begin, fairly calmly for the situation. You allowed your eyes to shut as Dylan continued. "But you were heavily making out with that girl over there so I hardly think you are allowed to yell at Y/N for dancing with me. Kind of hypocritical don't you think?" Dylan had just the right amount of sass and sarcasm inflicted in his voice and even through your delirium and dizziness you felt a smile tug at the corners of your mouth.

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   You used the last of your remaining strength and opened your eyes to see Jason march away in a huff and Dylan run over to you.

    "Oh my God. Thats a lot of blood. Okay I'm taking you to my house to clean you up. I swear I'm not a terrorist. You may just have to trust me on that one." Dylan talked as you heard him rip part of his plaid shirt and press it on your head. You winced instinctively and the pain sent even more queasiness into your stomach. Good thing you hadn't been drinking or you'd have puked all over.

   Dylan's arms reached under you and scooped you up. Your eyes were glazing over and the impending clouds were moving over your vision quite fast. You attempted to hold your head up so it would be easier for Dylan to carry you but you didn't have the strength left.

   The clouds closed in over you completely and the last thing you registered before going unconscious was Dylan's steady footsteps and the constant sound of his beating heart.

  You opened your eyes and immediately squinted at the brightness. Your forehead was cold and wet and so you assumed there was a washrag there. As your eyes adjusted to the light you were able to open them all the way, taking in where you were.

   You were laying on a nice leather couch in a nice living room of a nice house. The leather was cool and soft against your palms and you pushed yourself up so you could sit. Sunlight filtered in through white curtains and you could tell by the brightness it was easily around noon. Your head ached a little from sitting but it wasn't unbearable.

   The washcloth slid off your face and into your lap. You picked it up and set it on a nearby end table.

  You scanned the room wondering where you were until you saw a sleeping Dylan curled up in a chair. His hair was touseled and he had dark circles under his eyes. He had taken off the plaid shirt and was left in a solid gray tee shirt and the same pants he had worn at the party last night. You assumed you were at his house.

   You stood up slowly, not wanting to provoke your head but you were okay. You brought your hand to your forehead and felt around. Dylan must have put some neosporin and a bandaid on over your hair and you couldn't help but giggle quietly.

   You glanced over at Dylan. You were hungry and were sure he would be too but he was so cute when he was sleeping. His mouth was slightly open but not much. You really didn't want to wake him so you decided to make him some food to thank him. You could wake him when it was done.

   You made your way down a hallway into a nicely furnished kitchen that looked like it wasn't used very often. You opened the fridge and scanned the shelves, looking for something decent to make.

   You finally decided on some basic spaghetti. Hopefully he liked that... Now that you thought of it, you really didn't know much about him. Huh. After last night you felt pretty close.

   You set to work boiling water and cooking noodles for spaghetti. "Something smells good." Dylans deep voice was huskier than usual due to the fact he had just woken up. You turned your head over your shoulder to see him walk lethargically into the kitchen.