Walk In My Stiletto Shoes!

Chapter Nine-

I woke up during the late afternoon. I had a missed call from Drake and a text from Dylan. 

"Dylan: Maybe we should talk. Can I come get you tonight at 6?"

"Me: Sure"

I really wasn't sure if I wanted to deal with all this boy drama. Getting closer to Dylan would just mean I would have to explain everything to him too. Including the new Drake apparently trying to ruin my life. Realizing this put doubts in my head that Dylan would still want to hangout and stick around. I mean, guys don't go for this kind of drama. I honestly didn't even know what I wanted to with Dylan. Hopefully talking to him tonight while we are both sober will help me decide.

I grabbed my sweater and went downstairs. All this thinking made me hungry! As I felt the cold air from downstairs it hit me that I was wearing my comfy short shorts. 

Once downstairs I decided to make a pizza. This is when I realized James was in the kitchen but my mother was no where to be found. This was a problem for me. She knows i'm not comfortable with him being here let alone her leaving him here with my alone. I put my pizza in and went to the living room. Completely ignoring James. I was hoping he would ignore me as well.

"I think it would make your mother a whole lot happier if we tried to get along." James said as I went back into the kitchen to get my pizza. So much for avoiding him.

"That ain't going to to happen. I hate my mother for what she did to my father. You should feel ashamed moving into a mans house not even a week after he gets killed! Let alone touching a married woman." I grabbed my pizza and started for the door." I'm going to avoid you, and you just don't bother trying to talk to me. Problem solved!" Then I headed back upstairs.

After eating I went to my mini fridge and grabbed a chocolate milk. Then I decided I should start getting ready as it was 5pm. I headed for the shower.

After I got out I decided I was going to wear a dress. I kept these in a special room inside my closet. It wasn't anything fancy, just basically a closet inside a closet. I kept most of my shoes in here too.

I settled on a nice purple dress. It was one I bought for my grade nine homecoming dance. I never wore it because Drake as my date for the dance had bought me a dress for that dance that I loved twice as much.

Once dressed I quickly did my makeup. I was ready for 5 minutes before Dylan texted me and said he was here. I grabbed a granola bar and headed out the door. 

"You'd think you're going on a date by the way your dressed." Was the first thing Dylan said as I got in his truck.  "You look nice though." He winked at me.

"You wish this was a date!" I said sticking my tongue out at him.

We sat in silence for a while.

"Okay so what is your deal with Drake?" Dylan asked breaking the silence.

"Nothing." I said. This was not the first thing I wanted to talk about. "Anymore."

He looked over at me confused. "Did yas use to date or something?"

And that's how it got started. I gave in and told him everything. It took about an hour of talking him hardly saying anything.  Just asking occasional questions. After I had told him everything we just sat there in silence once again. "There." I thought in my head." I scared him away."

"I don't know what to say." Drake said finally. "I am sorry though."

Could he sense I had a bad feeling about how things were going to end between him and I?