October rolled around and it was time for Hoot-a-ween. Dylan was almost in Nashville and I was beyond excited to see him. Peyton had already arrived and was taking Brandy out to eat. When Dylan gets here, they were gonna meet him and bring him to the dorm. I was finishing my hair when Matt walked in. He had a beer in his hand, and you could tell he had already had a few too many.
"Matt, go to your dorm. You're drunk."
"No, I'm not baby. I'm just fine." he said as he stumbled over to me.
"I'm not your "baby: . Just go, okay?"
"Not until you kiss me."
"I have a boyfriend, and I would never do anything to hurt him. Now leave."
"Well he's not here," he says while pinning me against the wall.
I was screaming, kicking, slapping, anything I could do to get him off of me. It didn't work. He was much to strong. He leaned in and kissed me. I still tried to get him off of me, but he had a death grip on my wrists. I didn't kiss him back. I sat there, motionless, crying, and I felt so hopless. That's when I saw him,
~Dylan's POV~
I sat there thinking, "this elevator couldn't go fast enough". I was so ready to see Lexie. It finally opened and then Brandy led us to their dorm. As soon as she opened the door, I saw them. I didn't know what was happening, and I didn't want to. All I knew, was I was hurt. I walked over and punched the faggot and just stared at Lexie. She ran over to me to give me a hug, but I just brushed her off.
"Dylan, let me explain."
"Just save it," I said as I ran out the door. I knew I was probably overreacting, but I was hurt, mad, upset. I went back to the hotel and layed there. Replaying the stomach turning events I had just witnessed.
~Lexie's POV~
I sat there, watching him leave, not being able to say anything that would make him stay. I hated myself for letting this happen. I sunk to the floor and cried. Brandy and Peyton tried to tell me things were gonna be okay, and they would help work things out. I knew things weren't gonna be okay though. I let them have some alone time, even though they really wanted to help. I grabbed my phone and went to the bathroom. I left him 20+ texts and called him , over and over and over again. I knew he wasn't going to anwser, but I needed him to. I needed him. I cried until there were no more tears, and I just sat there. I looked like a raccoon with all my makeup smeared. I didn't care. All I cared about was Dylan, and how I was gonna get him back, and explain to him what really happened.
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HI. Thank you so much for reading. DEENA MADE ME MAKE THAT THE TITLE. I will probably go back an change it later. It's the truth though.
xoxo, Maty.
