I fell for the bad boy

Ch 24

(Layla's is the blue one, Ems is the red one and Kiera's is the purple one.)

I see Dylan and we make eye contact. He smiles so big as I make my way towards him. "Holy fucking shit Layla you look ho- great! Absolutely gorgeous. Stunning even. I'm speechless,"Dylan complimented and all I did was blush. God this boy is so sweet. Instead of walking for him I walked over to my mom who was standing in the kitchen around the corner with the camera. "It's a good thing we got that on camera so we will never forget how cute you guys looked when we came down,"I said as I returned to Dylan. I reached up and kissed him. "I love you babe,"I said. "I love it when the girl I love calls me babe,"he replied.

"Alright dayla stop being lovey dovey so we actually take photos,"my mom interrupted. I furrowed my eyebrows and she rolled her eyes. "Dayla is Dylan and Layla, Dayla. Get it?"she explained. I rolled my eyes as we went outside to the back so we can take some photos.

We spent 30 minutes taking photos before I basically had to force my mom to let us go. When we walked out front there was a limo. Mine and girls' mouths dropped. "You guys got a-"I was cut off by Dylan. "A limo? Yes,"he said confidently. I rolled my eyes as we all made our way to the limo. It was so nice inside. "Believe it or not it's my first time in a limo,"I confess. "Are you serious!"everyone exclaims and I nod. They all start laughing. "I think us guys get a gift before prom since we did get this limo,"Jones said with a wink. We rolled out eyes and started kissing our boyfriends which soon turned into a make out session.

We were interrupted by the limo door being opened by the chauffeur(limo driver). Fancy. We got out one by one, boys first. The boys led us out of the limo, Dylan grabbing my hand, Jones grabbing Ems and Vic grabbing Kiera's. One we were out they wrapped their arms around our waists and then we walked over to the gym where prom was being held.

        I took a look around and literally lost my voice at the sight. It was breathtaking. It was a magical theme. There were like streamers everywhere as well as colorful lights.

"Wow,"I gasp. "I agree,"they all say in unison. I chuckled. I was just looking around at all these elegant beautiful dresses I didn't even notice that all eyes were on us girls and who were our dates. I actually didn't even notice that Dylan was calling me before he nudged my shoulder.

          "Babe!"he exclaimed and I finally turn my head to look at him,"do you want a drink?" I stare at him blankly and say nod. We walk over to the punch bowl,which is most likely spiked now, and get some punch. After I take a sip I say,"yup definitely spiked." That caused a few laughs from my friends. "Princess lets go dance,"Dylan tells me as soon as All of Me by John Legend comes on. I agree for a dance and he leads me to the dance floor so we can dance.

We stop and he rests his hands on my waist above my butt while I wrap my arms around his neck. He leans down placing his lips on mine. "What was that for,"I ask. "Just cause I love you,"he responds. I smile and kiss him. Not a short kiss either. A nice long passionate emotional kiss. Not sad emotions. Happy and loving emotions.

        We break apart and I whisper into his ear,"my house or your house after prom?" I heard him chuckle then whisper,"let's do my place." He then bites my earlobe which causes me to gasp.

The song ends and go to find our friends. We find Jones and Em in a heated make out session. I'm so happy that they finally found each other's love for each other. We walk up to them and I make a fake cough which causes them to break apart. They give us an innocent smile and Dylan and I just start laughing.

"Let's go find Kiera and Vic before they start the prom king and queen thingy,"I suggest and they agree. Something I wish never happened was that I was nominated for some apparent reason in which I did not know. The other nominees are Jessica, Kiera and Em. The king nominees are Dylan, Brayden Ducher(a jock), Jones, and Adam Holmes(another jock). I hated being praised for something unless it's my dancing.