Broken Embrace

Chapter 7

"I think there's a fly somewhere here, you better close your mouth before you choke on it," he said with a smirk on his face. Now the reason for my gaping was the way he looked, as much as it pains me to say -he looked hot. He was wearing a burgundy shirt with the top couple of buttons undone and his sleeves were rolled up, he was wearing black jeans and black loafers. He literally looked like he was some kind of God.

"What are you doing here Dylan?" I asked, quickly closing my mouth so that I don't make more of a fool out of myself.

"Did you hear that Xavier, she knows my name. I told you I'm good with the chicks," he said turning to one of his jerk friends who was standing behind him.

I was about to tell him to stop acting like he doesn't know me but then his friend came and put his arm around my shoulder.

"So beautiful, what's your name?" He asked me, I could already smell the alcohol from his breath and like a normal person would I shrugged his arm away from my shoulder.

"Stop acting like you don't know me Dylan just because you're with your friends," I said pushing past them and walking back to the living room where the main party was.

"Wait!" I heard him yelling after me, I thought about just walking on as if I hadn't heard him but then that wouldn't be so polite would it.

"What Dylan?" I asked as he approached me with his friend who wouldn't stop looking at my body.

"Um, excuse me, my eyes are over here," I said pointing to my eyes.

"Look babe, I'm sorry if I can't remember your name. I was probably very drunk or very high when we hooked up, don't take it personally. So would you mind reminding me of your name?" he asked, now I was certain that whatever Megan did to my face made me look unrecognisable, which I wasn't too thankful for.

"No, you were neither high or drunk because we never 'hooked up'," I replied disgusted at his choice of words.

"Are you sure? Because I think I would remember your beautiful face if I wasn't drunk or high," he said in a cocky tone, taking a step closer. As he took another step closer I took two steps back because the look in his eyes wasn't a look that I liked. It was full of lust.

"Really so when you and your friends laugh and make fun of me in school you think about how beautiful my face is, right?" I said frustrated.

"Dude, I know who it is, it's that geeky girl that's in your math class. What's her name again, it's like Lucy or something," his friend yelled now looking at me with disgust.

"Lily?" Dylan asked surprised, stepping back before giving me an up and down look.

"Wow, thought that you'd never guess!" I said with fake excitement. I couldn't help but smile from the inside, his face was priceless.

When his eyes stopped roaming up and down my body they landed on my eyes. His eyes didn't look like they were filled with lust anymore, they weren't filled with disgust like his friends eyes were either. He just looked at me as if I was the only girl in the room. For some strange reason, it gave me a weird feeling in my belly. Maybe it was just me exaggerating or reading too much into nothing because after a second his eyes turned cold and were a solid color. They didn't hold the slightest bit of emotion in them.