Me and Mr Bad Boy

Finding out... a lot

I woke up when the sun hit my face, gahhh, I need to stop leaving my window open. I sat up and memories of last night came back flooding into my head. Blake and Alec's bet, me nearly losing my virginity.

I felt so helpless last night, like I couldn't do anything to help myself or save my self from that monster. We are so done. I checked my phone to see that I had a text from Dylan and a few lot from Blake.

I opened Dylan's first.

Dylan- I don't think you remember anything from last night but I was the one who came into the room so by the looks of your condition last night I think you need a refresher. I'll pick you up at 12 pm SHARP.

'DYLAN WAS THE ONE WHO CAME FOR THE RESCUE?' I screamed out loud. How the hell did I get home, how did I get into my bed, most importantly why am I wearing DYLAN'S TSHIRT???

I decided to call up Mel and Laura and I told them the whole story and they felt really bad for me so they offered some girl time but I refused. I decided to stay and hang out with the rescuer.

I got out of bed and went straight into the bathroom, I had a nice, long, hot bath, it relaxed me and I let go of all the memories from last night.

I got out of the bath and rummaged through my closet to find a nice but comfy outfit, I really wasn't feeling it today. I picked out some black tights and a white oversized t shirt and I paired that with some black combat boots. "Yay" i muttered to myself.

I threw my hair up in a presentable messy bun and pulled out a few strands so I didn't look bald. As for makeup, some concealer, mascara and lip gloss did the job pretty well. I took a look at the time and it was already 11:56pm, dang I had 4 mins. I quickly packed my purse and rushed downstairs, made it just in time and undoubtedly there was a knock a the door at exactly 12. I opened it to see Dylan standing there, he was wearing some chino pants and this t shirt, looked good on him, like always.

"Hey, you look way better than last night" Dylan said examining me.

"Why thank you" I said.

"It wasn't a compliment but anyways let's go" he said smirking, I just went along with it because his bothered to argue with Dylan Collins? Yeah no one.

"So where are we going?" I asked, honestly I wanted to go and have breakfast because I'm fucking starving.

"Waffle House" Dylan replied simply. Well I'm not gonna say anything till Dylan does so I'll just keep quiet.

The whole car ride was silent and the whole time I was staring out the window daydreaming about living in a house made of food, yeah yeah, I have no life. We reached Waffle House pretty quick and we both got out I the car an walked inside. We found a table which was isolated from all the others and say down opposite each other.

Since that guy would not start the conversation, I will. "Sooooo, isn't it a little late for breakfast?" I asked. Legit, that was the first thing I sort of, oh gosh.

"We'll call it brunch then" he said and I nodded.

This guy brought me here to talk to me and now he's sitting like a depressed and constipated statue.

"Are you gonna talk or nah" I asked hoping to hint that he should probably talk about last night.

"Oh yeah, yeah um what happened last night?" Wasn't I meant to ask you that? Regardless, I told him the whole the story and he just stared at me with a blank expression for the whole time.

"That Blake kid needs to be set right" Dylan said annoyed.

"Wait why do you hate him so much and how do you know him and Alex and also why do you hate Alex and why do you get so angry every time I mention them and-" Dylan cut me off before I could ramble on for any longer.