one more night (h.s)

Chapter 5

Bea's pov

Dylan and I head out so he can take me home. I send Jessica a quick text saying I left. The car ride is silent so he put music on. I hear a familiar voice and I soon realize who he was playing. The Fray. I loved The Fray so much. I didn't even know he listened to them.

"Dylan?" I ask.

"Hmm?" He mumbles loud enough for me to continue my question.

"Since when do you listen to The Fray?" I laugh as I realized how rude that sounds. "Sorry I didn't mean to sound rude. I'm just curious." I smile at him.

He laughs along and then answers."Well I don't know not long though. They are really growing on me. Their music puts me at ease I guess."  I nod and go back to thinking of the events that happened at the party. My mind can only think of Harry. I can't believe we slept together. But I can't believe he just basically used me. Why is this making me mad? Like I don't even have feelings for this guy. Do I? I shake the thought out of my head and think of how the hell I'm going to explain why I'm late.

"I'm totally going to be grounded." I groan.

"Relax Bea, if your mom ask I'll just say it was my fault don't worry." He says to calm me. What would I do without him? He's such a great friend. I smile to myself. "What were you doing anyways the whole time you were gone?" He asks seeming curious.

I debate on whether or not to tell him what happened between Harry and I. I decide on just telling him because he's my friend and what's the harm. "Well.." I begin to say,"Harry and I were outside talking and I had a few drinks. I leaned into him and kissed him. Then we went upstairs and had sex. But he basically told me this was a one night thing and how I shouldn't expect a call or something from him." I sigh. I look at Dylan for a response. His eyes are focused on the road and the faint sound of music is playing from the radio.

He opens his mouth to speak but then closes it again. Probably deciding what to say about my crazy night. "Well I can see him saying that I guess," he says," Harry has always just used most of the girls in school. He never ever dates them because he thinks it's too complicated. So he just messes around with them and once he gets what he wants he kind of ditches them." He says and I feel a slight sting in my chest once those words leave his mouth. "Oh" is all I manage to say.

"I'm sorry Bea, you deserve so much better than him." He whispers something else to himself but I can't make out the words. I decide to check my phone. It's already 3:30 and my house seems farther then usual. Five minutes later we arrive to my house and I practically fall out of the car. Dylan walks me to the door to make sure I'm safe and to take the blame for me.

I take a deep breath and open the door. I see my mom asleep on the couch with the tv on. I decide to let Dylan come in since I'm going to have to wake my mom. When I shut the door I hear some grumbling and movement from the couch. She's awake. Okay Bea don't panic you got this. Just relax. Dylan notices how nervous I am and grabs my hand and gives it a quick squeeze which sets my nerves at ease.

"Bea?" She mumbles. "You're late. I got worried and stayed up to make sure you would get home safely."

"Mom I know I'm sorry it's just-" I'm cut off by Dylan.

"Ms.Robertson it's my fault that we're late. I was the one who lost track of time and I wanted to have some fun since I've been dealing with some personal issues." He states. I can't see how my mom feels about this and then she opens her mouth to speak.

"Well," she sighs, "I guess it's okay but why didn't you text me Bea saying you were going to be late?"

"I know mom I should have sent you a message and I'm sorry." I practically whine. I'm relieved that I'm off the hook with this. I really need to make it up to Dylan.