Saved by the Bad Boy

Chapter Five

Dylan's car^^^

Ugh school is finally over. As I'm walking out to find Dylan, I feel someone's grasp on my hand. Just as we stop running, I see a black Lamborghini sitting in the parking lot.

"Where is your motorcycle?" It was really starting to grow on me, I loved the wind blowing fast on my skin.

"Well, we are going to go somewhere tonight, and I didn't want you to get to cold since you are in shorts and a strapless thing...which is very hot by the way shortcake."

I couldn't help but just stare at him...I mean Dylan Anderson cares about me (in a way.)

"Oh shortcake, if you want something to stare at, stare at this..." He said while taking his leather jacket off and lifting his shirt to reveal his abs.

"I've seen better..." I lied. I really haven't.

"You haven't seen better when I go a little bit south of my equator," he said smirking.

My cheeks burst into flames...I don't know why he has this effect on me.
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While we are on our way to our "date," my song comes on and I can't help but sing.

"THIS IS GOSPEL FOR THE FALLEN ONES....IF YOU LOVE ME LET ME GOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Panic! at the Disco is my favorite band of all time.

"What if I don't want to let you go," Dylan said smirking.

"Guess you don't love me then," I accidentally said.

Shit, why did I say that...I mean of course he doesn't love me...this is all fake, right?
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"We are here shortcake."

After a hour of driving, we pull up to a drive in theatre. They don't have a lot of these anymore, but I really love them.

As we make our way to the concession stand, Dylan orders a large popcorn, some boxes of candy, and two drinks. Just as I start to pull out my wallet, Dylan hands the guy his credit card.

"Are you sure Dylan, I have money?"

"Don't worry about it shortcake."

The guy hands us our food and drinks, and proceeded to slap my butt from over the counter. I was ready to rip his head off.

"What the fuck did you just do?!?!" I yelled at him.

"Nothing...I don't know what you are talking about..." He could tell that Dylan knew what he did.

Just before I can tell Dylan that this asshole isn't worth it, Dylan grabs the guy from over the counter, and throws him on the ground, and starts to punch him. As I'm trying to pry him off of this cinema worker, I feel a hand jerk me away...its Tyler.

I'm screaming as loud as I can, but Tyler is covering my mouth, and Dylan isn't noticing, while he's punching the worker. Tyler grabs me forcefully and throws me in his car.

"Looks like I got you forever now Rose..." He was saying as he sped off the lot.

After about a hour of driving, I check my phone, and I have 20 calls and 50 texts from Dylan. While Tyler is driving, I quickly text Dylan.

"Tyler is out...he took me while you were punching that worker, add me on the iPhone default app Find My Friends, and you'll see where I am."

I can't help but begin to sob.

"You know Rosy, if you just came back to me when I asked, none of this would have ever happened..." He gives me such an uncomfortable vibe, I don't know how I ever fell in love with him.

"Tyler, what happened to your arm?"

"I thought Dylan broke it cause I heard a crack, but the doctor said that nothing was wrong with it, it's just sore."

After about a half an hour, we pull up to a candlelit dinner in a secluded park...this is where we had our first date. I knew exactly what to do.

"I'm so sorry that I didn't take you back right away, but do I still have a chance?"

"You will always have a chance my sweet Rose."

If I acted like I wanted him, I knew he wouldn't hurt me. I just had to keep the act up for about an hour and half before Dylan showed up.
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"Oh Tyler, I can't believe I would ever break up with you...I mean you are just so hot." Who knew I could say that to him without puking. Just then, I felt my phone buzz, while I was talking to Tyler, so he didn't hear it.

"I'm about a minute away...when you see me coming, run away as far as you can from Tyler, I'm going to make him hurt."

What is he going to do?

Just before I can get my thoughts straight, I hear tires screech. It's Dylan in his Lamborghini. He's running over to us, and tackles Tyler to the ground. He starts to throw punches at his face.

"Call 911 shortcake."
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After about ten minutes of Dylan beating the shit out of Tyler, the police show up. When they looked into Tyler's records, they noticed how he actually escaped prison, so they handcuffed him and shoved him in the police car. While this was all happening, Dylan was just holding me in his arms.

"I'm so sorry that I didn't hear you shortcake, if I didn't beat up that guy at the cinema, I could've prevented this whole thing," he said sincerely.

"It's not you fault Dylan, we didn't even know that Tyler would escape."

"Will you stay with me tonight, I just wanna make sure that no one takes you...and since we weren't able to eat our popcorn and candy, we can order some food in, and maybe watch some Netflix and Chill..." He said grinning widely.

"Just when I thought you were changing," I said laughing.
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Once we arrived at his house, I ran over to mine to get a few things, and I came back to his living room filled with blankets and pillows.

"What's this Dylan?"

"Well I thought since you are going to stay the night, I thought we should sleep down here, cause my room is messy."

We sat down and started scrolling through everything on Netflix.

"Do you wanna watch a comedy or horror?"

"How about horror," he said. "In the scary parts, you can hide in my arms."

We decided on "Scream," and Dylan called in a pizza. Just as someone was murdered, the doorbell rang, and I screamed in Dylan's ear.

"Holy fuck shortcake, I think I'm deaf now."
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This pizza is so good.

After we finish eating and watching the movie, we turn on the newest episode of "The Flash," and cuddle.

"Night shortcake."

"Night Anderson."

I slowly start to drift to sleep...