A soft hand grabs my shoulder, making me cringe. I glanced back to see Dylan standing there soaked in sweats. He gives me a warm smile and kneels down so he's in my eyes level.
"Are you okay?" He asks with a half smile. He seems different, more pained and reserved.
"I'm alright." I reply, once again with a delirious smile. A tear streams down my face, and I could tell he knew I wasn't alright.
"Do you need somewhere to stay?" Dylan asks reaching out his hand.
"I wouldn't want to bother you." I said once again with that damn smile. I swear to god it never ends. The pain never seems to end.
"You could never bother me." Dylan says with a cheeky smile. He's honestly gorgeous as hell. It helps me get my mind off Lucas, and I need that badly.
I crave Lucas. I crave Everything about him. Being able to sleep next to him with his arms around me. Tasting his lips whenever I feel like it. Waking up barefoot on a Sunday morning and drinking coffee on the grass.
Riley, stop. He doesn't like you. This won't ever help your case.
"Ready?" Dylan says breaking my thoughts, as I grab onto his hand that's still extended. He helps pull me up and then takes off his coat, wrapping it around me. What was that for?
I just smile and hold the coat wrapped around me. We begin walking back to his dorm, and soon enough he was reaching for his keys and unlocking the door.
"Welcome." Dylan says holding the door open and bowing. I just laugh it off and walk in.
His dorm is smaller then mine, and covered in paintings and photos. It was very artistic, organized, and well put together - unlike my room which was covered with basketball posters on one side and inspirational quotes on the other.
"It's nice." I say slowly walking in and sitting on the edge of the bed - as there's no where else to sit. Dylan sits right next to me, not too close but not too far that it's awkward.
"So, what happened between you and Lucas that you were out in the rain?"
Dylan asks with a smirk. He has an awkward half smile, but it's cute. Very welcoming.
"Why do you assume it's between me and Lucas?" I ask, forcing a delirious laugh in between and looking down.
Dylan raises his eyebrow smiling at me, making me break out in laughs.
"Okay, yeah it's between me and Lucas.. It's always between me and Lucas." I say looking down. Every time I say his name there's pain in my eyes, it's embarrassing for others to see that.
Lucas Friar, Why do you do this to me? - He always leaves me in pain.
"What happened this time?"
"Well, I'm not blonde, blue eyed, or skinny." I mutter looking back up. That smile creeps back on my face and I can't help but want to cry.
"You love him?" Dylan asks looking my eyes. His smile is immediately gone, and the tension became more serious.
"I didn't try." I whisper shakily smiling, as a tear escapes. The warm water drips down my cheek and Dylan uses his thumb to wipe it off.
When he was supposed to remove his thumb he froze. Looking into my eyes, close to my face. Hormones took my body but I wasn't gonna let him do this to me again.
I turned my head and grabbed his hand, pulling it off my cheek.
"I thought you wanted-" he muttered trailing off, and looking away.
"Well I didn't. I don't, and I never will."
