Constrictor

Chapter 6

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I choose not to respond back, considering how confused I am. I wouldn't even know what to say. Did Mr. Cole really just hand me the lead role on a silver platter? Why would he do that? That's extremely odd of him. Was this another friendly thank you for me being super early?

"Heather?" Dylin brings me back to reality. "Is everything okay?"

"Um, yeah" I look up at him to assure him I'm okay.

"Well since your gonna be a party pooper and sit this one out tonight, I guess I'll head out" Dylin stands from the bed and makes his way to the doorway.

I sadden as Dylin leaves our small dorm. Why couldn't he have just stayed with me? Didn't he want to spend time with me? Has he got someone else to see at the club? I begin to imagine numerous thoughts of different girls that would love to have kissed him in the parking lot of the night club, it sickens me.

"So.."  Makayla lays back on her bed still facing me.

I lean back and prop myself on my elbows. "So, what?"

"Whats been going on with you and Dylin?"

I blush as I remember Makayla catching me and him kissing that  night. "I don't know what your talking about."

"Oh but you do Heather Marshell"

I laugh and throw her pillow back at her that was still laying on my bed from when she threw it at Dylin.

She dodges my blow and puts it behind her head. "Come one, just tell me. Please"

"Okay, Okay. So we just, ya know.... um-"

"Made out!" she smiles as she tries to fill in my sentence.

"Did not! It only lasted for a second, Just a normal kiss" I play with the ends of my hair, remembering my wonderful kiss with Dylin. He smelt so good and tasted like mint.

"Yeah right a second times thirty, I totally saw tongue action" Makayla tries to mimic what she believes was making out. I laugh and shove my pillow over my face.

"You. Are. Something." the pillow muffles my voice as I talk through it.

"So are you going to let him-" she stops her sentence. I remove the pillow off my face and i can tell im even redder then before.

"What?"

She grins at me. "You know" she raises one eyebrow. "Go for second base?"

I cover my face again with my pillow and laugh again.

"What?" Makayla giggles.

I remove the pillow so
she is able to hear me this time. "I just met him, I at least want to know if he's not crazy, or has some sort of secret drag queen fetish"

Makayla laughs at my attempt of a excuse. "Oh come on, Just try it. And if you turn out to not like him, then hey, your not pregnant and hes still happy"

"Oh my god, Makayla!"

"Heather!" she says in a preppy white girl voice.

The rest of the night we talk about makaylas teen years and how much trouble she got in just in her freshmen year in high school.

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I slept pretty good that night. I wasn't tossing and turning like usual. Maybe I'm getting use to the college life.