Jacee's POV

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      I arrived at Dallon's house like 30 minutes before anyone got there because he said he needed to talk to me.
     I was walking up to the front door and before I could knock, Dallon imediatly opened the door. He eyes were puffy and he looked like he was crying?
      "Dallon are you ok?" I said worried, I've never seen him cry. IT broke my heart seeing him cry.
      "No not at all but I kinda feel better now that you're here, come inside" My mind was screaming but I quickly turned my head around so he didn't my tomato red face.
      We both went in and sat down across from each other.
      "So what'd you want to tell me?" Dallon didn't answer he just kept staring at me with something in his eyes I've never seen before.
     lust and a hint of love
     He walked closer to me and sat next to me slowly leaning in. I did the same. Then the gap was broken in between us.
     5 minutes passed and we didn't even brake the kiss except to breath. The kiss was becoming more heated but we were interrupted by a knock at the door. Which was followed by several more but louder.
     I could feel my face growing red as Dallon grunted to open the door.
     "WE'RE HERE BITCHES!!!!" Yells Josh and Tyler at the same time. Lately I've learned that Tyler has a thing for Josh. I always knew he had a crush on the boy by the way he looks at him.
       Tyler blushes for saying a cuss word. After all he is innocent.
       A lot of people went to the party. Even the bitchiest of bitches Brezzy and Sarah. They are inseparable best friends. Which is even better (note the sarcasm).
      After the party which ended at 4:30 am, Josh Tyler and me stayed to help Dallon clean before his parents came home which is at 7:00 am. There was a lot o repeat a lit of trash all over the place. People everywhere on the roof, pool, outside, basically anywhere you can think of.
       Thank goodness it's Saturday. No school. No Mr. Urie. I don't think I can handle a day with his and my awkward conversations.
   

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