Stale Coffee | Dylan O'Brien

28.

*re-read last chapter if you're confused*


kora;

9:28 pm : October 19th, 2015

continued:

I got in my car, placing my head on the wheel. Then, i took a breath and began to drive. I hit the phone button on my wheel. "Call Tyler P."

I ignored the bad thoughts going through my head, and after a few rings he picked up. 

"Kora?" I'm sure he's wondering why I'm calling him this late. "Tyler, hey. Uh, I know it's late but do you think I could stop by. I kinda need someone to talk to." I ended quietly and he said yes right away. We hung up and I drove to his house.

I knocked on the door and he opened it, he was wearing a white tank top with baggy sweats and I was still wearing my dress from tonight. "Hey, thanks for letting me come over." "Yeah, of course.. So what's wrong?"

I paused sitting next to him on the couch. All of a sudden I began crying as I told him the whole story. After a few minutes he was wiping my tears and telling me it's okay.  By this point, my make up is all the way down my face.

"Kora, it's alright. You know Dylan just gets jealous. Don't even worry about it."  He dragged his thumb across my cheek and my eyes met with his. Tyler's eyes were dark like Dylans, but they didn't comfort me like his. Next thing you know, my lips met with his. I don't know who went in first, I don't know why. But all I knew was it was wrong and I couldn't help it.

Shortly after we separated, I looked at him and bursted into tears. He wrapped his arms around me and calmed me down. "How about we just ever speak of this night, because I don't feel like losing my boyfriend." I gave a slight laugh as he joined along. "Agreed, I don't feel like getting the shit kicked out of me."

"Thanks again, sorry for crying all over you." He smiled and brushed it off. He gave me a quick, friendly hug before i left. He shut the door and I went to my car.

"What the fuck just happened." I muttered, getting in. I checked my phone, which I left in the car.

11:49 pm and 15 texts from Dylan. A voicemail saying how much he was sorry and how much he loved me- as I kissed his best friend. Worse than a silly accident- but no one has to know, right?