The One Who Shot Me - Sequel To Bulletproof Love

I Can Assure You, I Am Perfectly Okay

~Dylan’s P.O.V~

I groaned as my alarm clock went off, and I rolled over to hit the snooze. Satisfied with the fact that the clock radio had shut up, and also with the fact that I now had ten more minutes to sleep, I buried my face back into my pillows.

It couldn’t have even been two minutes after I’d fallen back asleep – which I believe I’d done so right away – that my phone rang. It rang and rang and rang. “Fuck!” I exclaimed and hit the pillow before I snatched up my phone. “Hello?” I tried not to sound aggravated.

“Good morning, Dyl!” the high-pitched and overenthusiastic voice practically screeched into my ear.

I checked the caller ID on my iPhone screen before I responded. “Good morning, Jessica,” I said to my intern. I tried to match her enthusiasm, but I knew I was coming off a bit short.

“Are you up? Did I wake you?”

I cleared my throat. “No, you didn’t. I was already awake. What’s up?”

“Well…I was wondering, can I give you a ride to the shop today? I just got a new car and…”

“That’s fine, hun.” Her request actually managed to put me in a bit of a better mood. I loved cars – new cars especially. “I like to be at the shop kinda early, so come and get me in about an hour, okay? Do you need my address?”

I gave Jessica my address, and when we hung up the phone, I sat up straight in my bed and wiped my eyes with my fists. Before I stood up completely, I reached over to my bedside table and clicked off my alarm clock.

I got in the shower, then I put on some simple clothes – black skinny jeans, a black tank top, and black and white low-top Converse. I decided to skip the makeup, which I’d been doing the last six months or so. I was letting the hair on the sides of my head, which were previously shaved, grow out, so my curly hair was always put up in a ponytail.

My phone chimed again.

“What?” I yelled at no one in particular before I snatched my phone up, for the second time that morning. “Hello?” I tried to sound sweet again.

“Are you ready, Dylan? I’m outside…” Jessica’s voice carried a little worry in it, but I decided to ignore her.

“Yes, Jessica, I’m ready. I’ll be out in a minute.” I grabbed my purse and other necessities on my way out of my home, which had felt more empty than it ever had lately.

When I stepped outside, I was instantly blinded and annoyed by the sun, whose beams decided to assault my eyes. I groaned and made my way over to Jessica’s car after I locked the door.

“So…” Jessica said when as I put on my seatbelt.

“So…?” I responded, confused by what she’d meant.

“Do you like it?”

“Do I like what?”

“My car, silly!”

Honestly, I’d barely even noticed her car before I’d stepped in, but judging by the inside, I could somewhat tell what it was. “Dodge charger?”

“Yes!” We stopped at a red light and she clapped her hands in amusement.

“What year?” I asked, inspecting the inside of the vehicle.

“2014, baby.” Jessica caressed the dashboard. She really loved this car.

“It’s nice. My dad has an earlier version of this back in Boston.”