Glowing in the Dark

Chapter Three

Inspired by the song Die Young, by Ke$ha

Scarlett

It seems like we reached his apartment coz he stopped. It's a brick building. It's bot run down, or pristine, to be honest, it's something in-between.

We started walking again to the door. Dylan held my hand tightly, as if I'm gonna leave, but I'm not. I have to trust him, he's my only chance of surviving. And if he does something to me, I'm gonna kick his ass. I know how to defend myself, I'm not that vulnerable, I can be strong if I need to. We walked inside, where an empty lobby with strairs in the middle greeted us. I looked at Dylan, I expected him to be smiling, happy to be back home, but instead, he's frowning, but why though? He looks alert and vigilant, as if he knows that someone will attack him. But what if that really is the case? I held his hand tighter, getting scared. He looks calm when he looked at me. Our pace slowed down a bit. When we reached the second floor, a hallway with doors greeted us. The scent of alcohol lingered in the air, it made me frown. I never liked alcohol, I'm still not allowed to drink one, but I hate the way it smells. It's too strong. I know it's not from Dylan, so where is it coming from?

Dylan stopped in front of a door with the number 8 on it. He took out keys and started to unlock it. Hm, so this is where he lives., I thought to myself. When he opened the door, a voice shot through the quiet hallway, I jumped. Dylan stayed calm, and turned around quietly, I turned around too. I saw a man, he's at least in his late 20's, with black hair, gray eyes, and toned body. He's not wearing any shirt and he has a bottle of beer in his hand. He looks like the guy you know you can't trust, but would still trust because of his appearance. He has a stubble, and he looks like he just had - I have to stop myself. Oh God no…

“So. You finally got a girl to your apartment huh?” He stirred his beer and took a huge gulp. I cringed and turned to Dylan, who stayed calm. “She's not here because of that. I'm just gonna let her stay for a while until she gets enough money to rent her own apartment.” The guy snickered and took another gulp of beer. “Oh come on Dylan! You should get yourself a girlfriend! You're so lonely in your apartment…” Dylan clenched his fists. Good thing he's not holding my hand anymore, coz that looks like a death grip… I thought to myself. “I don't care Jake. I like being alone, that's it. Now just go back to your prostitutes.” My eyes widened when I heard the last word. But Dylan only held my hand and took me inside. He locked the door and sighed, he leaned his back on it and stared at the ground.

“I'm sorry if you had to see that… It's just. Jake… He's a f*ckboy…” I'm still in shock, but I still nodded. I get it… Even if you're free, there are still challenger in the way. I'll understand that sooner. “It's fine. But, are you okay?” He straightened up and nodded. He looked forward and signaled me to follow him, so I did. His apartment is somewhere in-between messy and clean. It's not too big and not too small either… He really knows how to choose a home, only, Jake has to ruin it. He doesn't have that much stuff. He gave me a tour around his home. “Here's the living room, where the TV is, and the couch. There's also my old PS2. There's the kitchen with normal kitchen stuff. The fridge has leftovers so yeah… Over there is the bathroom, just don't forget to lock it. And also, knock before you enter. Since I'm so used to being alone, I always forget to lock it. Over here is my room. There's my bed, the dresser, and… the carpet, coz why not.” The entire time, he scratched either his nape, or his head. I laughed in some of the things he said.

We both decided that I sleep on his bed, while he sleeps on the couch. I insisted that I'm fine sleeoing on the couch, heck, even the floor! Coz if I managed to sleep up in a tree, then I can definitely sleep anywhere. But he said I am his guest, so for his own satisfaction, I will sleep on his bed.

I placed my backpack on the floor, I took out a tank top and a pair of jeans. I changed my clothes, then got out of the bathroom with my backpack. “Hey, I'm done.” I sat down the couch and turned on the TV. I switched through channels until I settled for E! News. Huh, Taylor Swift broke up with a man again… I'm not really surprised. I took a bag of chips from my bag and started eating while watching Captain America: The First Avenger. I'm not joking when I say: Chris Evans is sooo cute! Yep, that's called fangirling…