The nerve of that girl! Some friend she is. She thinks I'm taking Dylan away from her. I don't even like Dylan, even as a friend. I better explain what happened to make her feel better.
"I better get to school." I said, getting up from the couch.
"Uh, no you're not. You're going to stay and rest, you've had a rough night and you got hurt. I will go and get the work and lessons for you and me." He insisted.
I stare at his rippling muscles, realizing he still didn't have a shirt on as he made me sit back down.
Knowing he'd put up a fight, I reluctantly agreed.
"Fine, but put a shirt on for god's sake." I said.
"What, I'd thought you'd like the view." He said, starting to flex. I laugh, roll my eyes and push him away.
When he leaves, I feel like I can finally do whatever I want.
I run to my room and jump on my bed. I want to enjoy this me time while I've still got it.
I go and turn my favorite music on. Latin/Pop and club hits. I let my hair down and start moving to the rhythm of the music. I sing to the lyrics. I don't want t Dylan to see this side of me. Music and dancing are my two passions. Sometimes I just can't hold back.
***
I've been dancing and singing for about an hour. I'm sweating. I wonder what's taking Dylan so long.
"You know, even when you start to sweat you still look sexy when you're dancing. You're a good singer too."
I turn around and it's Dylan. My face flushes at his words.
"I didn't hear you come in." I said. I go turn off the music.
"You look sexy when you dance." He repeats.
"Thanks." I reply. I can tell I'm blushing at his words. "I'm going to go take a shower."
"Ok" Dylan said. "Here's your work." He says, handing it to me.
"Thanks." I replied.
I start heading to the bathroom, and get into the shower. When I finish I go back in my room and start to get dressed.
Dylan walks in on me without knocking.
"Dylan! What are you doing?!" I yell.
"What... oh." He looks up. He runs out of the room and shuts the door.
I can feel my cheeks flush.
When I get done, I call Dylan into my room.
"What?" I ask.
"I didn't mean to walk in on you like that." He says. I can see the heat in his cheeks too.
"Its ok. What was it you wanted?" I ask
"Nothing. Just wanted to check your wound, see how it's healing up." He replied.
He stands up and reaches for my head. He moves some of my hair around. I can feel his breath on my neck which sends tingles through me.
"Its being up pretty nicely." He said.
He sits next to me on my bed. He lifts my chin and stares deeply into my eyes.
"Do you still have a big headache?" He asks.
"Yeah just a little bit, and I'm tired. I think I'm going to have a nap." I reply.
"Ok." Dylan says, leaving the room.
I lay in my bed and go to sleep.
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(A/N: Sorry it's been a while. I've been busy. Right now it's 11:00 at my house and I'm sore from a defense class I just finished today. Who do you imagine Katrina and Dylan as? Give me some of your imagination. Send pics to my kik. User is Kittyshera. Hope you like my books so far. Special thx to all my followers.)
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