"Kensington? Kensington? KENSINGTON!"
I opened my eyes to find a very distressed looking Chanel standing over me in a pink satin robe and fuzzy slippers.
"What?" I groaned, rolling over into Dylan's chest.
"What? What? What the hell are you doing in my bed? With my cousin?"
I quickly pulled out from under Dylan's arm. Dylan stirred beside me, sitting up. I quickly pulled on my clothes trying not to trip on the bottom of my pants leg. Chanel is still ranting and giving me a lecture on this whole situation. Not paying attention to either of their reactions, I stomped out of the room, leaving Chanel shouting behind me.
Stumbling a little on the stairs, I realized I probably should've listened to Dylan about drinking so much last night.
Chanel stopped at the top of the stairs. I could see Dylan peeking out of the door way trying to zip up his pants.
I looked up and couldn't believe these two people. One I almost slept with and the other is yelling at not that I'm paying any attention to either, but I don't see a resemblance.
Dylan finally walks out and paces down the rough carpet. He, like his cousin, stops at the top of the stairs and whispers into her ear. She stopped babbling as he pulled his head back from her.
I padded my way up the stairs into Chanel's bedroom and exchanged shoes again. I slipped on my shoes and sat Prada's heels on the carpet. I walked out of the room and they were staring at me. Dylan hasn't said a word. He's probably judging me right now but I wouldn't know.
You never know what boys are thinking.
They stepped aside as to let me down the stairs but I stopped in front of them. They looked at each other. Dylan sighed and started to open his mouth when Chanel beat him to it.
My head hurts and I really don't want to deal with Chanel right now. I just want to go home.
" I can't believe you slept with my cousin. I didn't introduce you to him for you guys to hit it off. I'm so-"
" Nothing happened Chanel!" I practically yell in her face
My face turned red. Not because I am blushing but because I am infuriated.
"Sure, you did. I always knew you were a slu-"
" Ladies, ladies...let's not fight." He said to calmly. He must have a little alcohol in him.
"Why not, Dylan? I think we all know that Chanel's just been dying to get this off her chest."
" Yeah, Dylan. Why not?" Chanel spoke " I'm sure she has a few things to say of her own." Chanel piped in a second answer
"You bet I do-"
"Kensington, why don't I just take you home?"
He didn't give me anytime to answer. He grabbed my arm and swung me over his shoulder so my head was towards the ground. I lifted my head and saw Chanel standing at the top of the stairs with a smirk on her face. How I'd like turn that's smile upside down with my fists.
" I'm taking you home right now." He said as he opened the door.
" but-"
" No but." He cut me off before I could say another word
He put me down outside his car.
" Thanks for the ride." I say sarcastically
" that's very funny."
I hop in his car and he sits down in the drivers seat.
I rest my head on the window with support from my arm. We finally pulled into my driveway. We made small talk along the way.
