Sins of the Brother (On Hold)

First Date

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Chapter 7 - First Date

Payton P.O.V

God, I hate Law! I let out a frustrated sigh, as I rubbed my eyes. It was just after 4 pm on a Saturday afternoon and I was starting to see squiggly lines on the pages in front of me. I've been at the university's library for the past 5 hours, trying to pull information for an assignment for Business Law. I was sitting surrounded by a mountain of law books and everything looked like gibberish. Law was so fucking boring and complicated! I felt sorry for actual law students and lawyers who had to deal with this on a daily basis.

My stomach growled loudly, reminding me that I hadn't only eaten breakfast. However, I made up my mind that I wasn't leaving until I've finished my question for Monday's class. I bent forward and closed my eyes as my right cheek made contact with the cool pages of the old law book opened in front of me. I let out a sigh and my mind replayed the past week.

A week has gone since the bon fire at Ruby Beach. Saturday and Sunday was two of the longest days of my life. I found myself constantly looking at my phone, as I thought of Dylan and his kisses. He had not called or messaged me since the party. Things were so bad that Abby took my phone and hid it, so I would stop looking at it every couple minutes. I knew I shouldn't expect to hear from him but I couldn't help myself. It's not like we're together or anything, I told myself for the hundredth time. We just kissed. Twice. And what a kiss it was. His lips could make me forget my own name.

Abby finally took pity on me and gave me back my phone Sunday afternoon. I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, when I felt my phone vibrate on top of me. I picked it up and looked at Dylan's name on the screen. I was instantly nervous. A hundred form of rejection ran through my head. 'Suppose he thought Friday night was a mistake. Suppose he don't want to have anything to do with me. Suppose he is texting because he doesn't want to tell me off in person.'

I finally got irritated with my thoughts and decided to just check my message.

'Hi Payton, it's me Dylan. How are you?'

'What? What does he mean by that?' I asked myself. I decided to take his question at face value.

'I'm ok, I guess. How are things with you?' I clicked send and a couple seconds later another message arrived.

'Right now, I couldn't be better,' he messaged back with a beer icon.

Was he drinking? Was he drunk?

'Um Dylan, I don't mean to pry but, are you drunk?' I finally asked

I didn't get back a message. A couple moments later my phone rang and Dylan name showed up on the screen again.

"Hello?" I answered hesitantly.

"Hi Payton," his deep voice whispered. It still startled me a bit how similar his voice is to 'Joe's'. But I reminded myself that this was Dylan. He wouldn't hurt me.

We remained silent for a couple of seconds before I decided to break the ice. "So how are you?"

I heard him swallow a couple of times.

"I'm great." I knew he was lying. Something was bothering him.

"Dylan, why are you drinking?" I asked hesitantly.

"Liquid courage and to forget," he told me instantly as I heard him take another drink.

'He wanted to forget Friday night,' I instantly thought. I felt tears prick my eyes but I held it back. I should have expected this reaction. No one wants a girl with baggage like mine.