What's Done is Done

Chapter 4

Author Note: I know I haven't written in a while....sorry. Things are getting CRAZY. I'm getting to the good stuff.. I PROMISE.. just stick with me and hopefully, you'll love it as much as I love writing it.

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As soon as we got to Sharla's house, I went upstairs to my new room to find it was spotless. My bed was made, my floor was clean. Everything back where it was originally. I didn't question it. I just laid down in my comfortable bed and slid open my phone. I turned it on. 

Beep. 

I looked at the screen to find a new message from an unknown number. 

'Hey it's Dylan." I clicked reply, wondering how he had gotten my number.

'Hey, uhm...jw... how'd you get my number??'

'Well, I've seen you talking to Amber in English... so I asked her. I told her we had a project to do.'

'Oh lol okay. Whats up.'

'In math...wait why aren't you here'   I pondered for a moment. Should I lie and tell him I was sick? Or tell him I had family problems. 

'I had family problems last night and kinda ran away from home. I moved in with a family friend. She let me stay home from school to get situated.'

'Oh. I'm sorry you ok?'  It took me a couple times to actually process what he was saying since I wasn't used to him actually caring.

'I'll be ok.'

'Carly...what's wrong'

'Nothing Dylan. I just hate talking about it. Isn't school over now?' i asked him, looking at the time.

'Yeah. Where do you live, I wanna pick you up. We can... hang out.'  I literally ran down the stairs almost tripping over my face. 

"Sharla. What's your address?" I asked hectically between breaths.

"Does it have to do with your father?"

"No. I promise."

"Uh...9387 Farvile Lane."

"Okay thanks." Just as I stepped up on the first step, Sharla stopped me. 

"Why Carly?"

"My friend might pick me up later to hang out."

"Okay." She said smiling, and went back to baking her pie. I climbed the stairs grabbed my phone and texted dylan the address. As soon as the message was sent, I completley regretted it. Dylan had probably done this to a million other girls and then dumped them after he got his 'pleasure'. He was new and had a reputation as a player when he had come here two years earlier. But his actions with girls didn't live down his reputation. So he was using me, to get close to me, have sex with e then make fun of me. Good. Stupid, gullible Carly. I had a crush on Dylan when he first moved here. But that slowly faded as he got more popular and my crush was no longer attainable. It didn't matter anyway, he didn't even know I existed up untill, well, yesterday. My phone vibrated on my dresser, snapping me out of my train of thought. 

'Okay, well I have to drop something off at my bosses house then I'll pick you up in about 10 minutes ok?'

'KayKay.' Again I regreted my decision. But it was sent. What could I do? I looked down at my flare jeans and grey t-shirt. I knew I had to change. Looking through my closet, I had an Idea. What if I looked so hot, he would feel so bad for trying to use me, that he wouldn't play me. Yeah. It would work. It could work. It might work. I put on a deep blue, floral, strapless dress and a jean jacket. I walked into the shoe area of my closet and grabbed some black,ankle-botted heels with a gold buckle. I looked in the mirror. I felt a little chubby. My thighs were just a little too...wiggly per-say? I grabbed a pair of jeans instead and a dark blue flowy top. I liked the way the dark blue dress had looked with my hair so I was sticking to that theme. I grabbed the jacket again and put on the shoes. Realizing I had 5 minutes untill he'd get here, I ran to the make-up vanity to throw on some eyeliner and mascara when I heard a knock at the door. I glanced around the room for my phone but dismissed the thought. I put on the make-up quickly and smeared some lipgloss on my bottom lip. I ran downstairs to find Dylan and Marty talking.

"Dylan?" I said, shocked. He turned around.

"Do I know you?" He looked at me confused. I opened my mouth to say something but Marty cut in before I could.

"Dylan, that's Carly. She just moved in with us." Dylan turned back around to look at me.

"Carly W-Wilson?" He said taken a-back. 

"Yeah. How do you know Marty?"

"He's my boss."

"How do you two know each other?" Marty cut in again. 

"We go to school together." Dylan replied, not taking his eyes off of me.

"Well, I'm gonna go. You guys look like you need to... talk." And with that Marty left the room.

"Is that really you?" Dylan whispered.

"Yeah." I couldn't help but blush.

"You changed...like overnight!" He laughed. 

"Yeah...these past 24 hours have been...Insane."

"A good insane...just look at you." He gestured toward my body.

"Thanks...I think." I laughed a little. It was a little awkward for a moment. "I forgot my phone upstairs...I'm gonna go get it."

"I'll come with you." 

"Okay..." He followed me up the stairs keeping his eyes locked on me as if I was an alien or something. I opened the door leading into the bedroom I was staying in. I wasn't exactly used to calling things 'mine'. 

"Woah." I heard slip from Dylan's lips. I grabbed my phone off the bed and slid it open. I felt weight sit down next to me. 

"So... tell me Carly. What made you...change?" He whispered into my ear. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and his arm resting gently on my waist. It sent tingles up my spine and made my neck melt beneath his touch. He was very intoxicating.  I turned to look at him, to speak, he pulled me closer  and my eyes locked with his deep green eyes. My body almost melted under his look. I stayed silent. Not knowing what to say or what to do, I felt very jumpy. Then he tilted my chin up with his finger and closed his eyes. He gently pressed his lips against mine and my eyelids closed in response. I kissed back, falling under his spell as he moved his hand onto my neck, behind my ear. I felt his other hand under my jaw, keeping me where I was, but I didn't mind. His tounge brushed over my bottom lip, asking for entrance and I gladly accepted. Our tounges met and his taste bursted through my taste buds, sending a slight smile to the corners of my mouth. His tounge back off little, too get more lip action, was my guess. But when it did, I took control of the kiss. 

*DYLAN'S POV*

I laid off the tounge for a while. She didn't seem to be very respondant to it, but as soon as I did, Carly took over the kiss. She brushed her tounge against mine teasing me and I moved my hand down to her shoulder, stopping myself there. I didn't wanna get ahead of myself. She broke away with a slight smile on her face and her cheeks flushed with pink. Her light brown eyes beamed. I had to admit, she looked beautiful. Before she wasn't the prettiest girl and one of my friends dared me to have sex with her for a thousand dollars. Easy money, I thought a week before. But now, I didn't know how easy it would be, now that she was hot.

"Damn." She giggled. Her laugh was adorable. DYLAN. STOP. A THOUSAND DOLLARS. NOT A GIRLFRIEND.NO STRINGS ATTATCHED. I had to remind myself. I'm here for the money and nothing else. I could still feel sparks where Carly's tounge had brushed over mine. 

"Well, you came here to pick me up. What do you want to do?" Carly asked me with a gleam in her eye and a slight smile on her face. 

"I have an idea."