One Drunken Night

Chapter 3 (History Project)

I walked towards the front doors of school, holding onto the note in my hand and stuffed it into my pocket.

I was actually thankful to Dylan since he managed to leave without being caught and also since he didn't disturb my peaceful slumber. Honestly, I expected him to at least roughly wake me up and ask me why the hell he was in my room.

I grabbed my books from my locker for my next class. I shut my locker and jumped when I noticed that a someone was standing beside it.

"I forgot to say thanks in the note." Dylan said, casually leaning against the locker next to mine, his eyes on the note in my hands. I stuffed it in my pocket.

I clutched the books I was holding tighter against my chest. Yes, I was scared of him now, unlike the day he bumped into me, why? I have no idea. "Yeah, n-no problem." I stuttered.

He pushed himself off the locker and faced me. "Was I an *ss to you last night?"

No, not really, all you gave me was a hickey so that's no big deal, was what I wanted to say. But instead I said. "No, no trouble. You just...sorta...passed out and I just helped you." Why was he even talking to me? The last time we talked when he's sober was when he called me a clutz, and now we're talking like nothing happened.

"Why?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Why what?"

"Why did you help me?"

I swear Axel asked me the same question last night. "You just looked like you needed some help, seeing as how drunk you were."

People passing by were staring at us, probably wondering why Dylan was talking to a girl, not to mention without glaring. He narrowed his eyes at me and snapped his fingers, I could practically imagine the light bulb popping up from his head. He pointed his finger towards me. "Now I remember you, no wonder you looked a little familiar, did I bump into you the other day?"

I nodded and he chuckled, wow, Dylan actually chuckled, in front of me, a girl. "You're the clutz?"

"Wow, thanks for bringing that up again." I mumbled.

He grinned. "I'm not gonna lie to you, you are one Steph."

I raised my eyebrows, did he just call me by my nickname? I didn't think he'd ever call me by my nickname. Scratch that, I never knew that he knows my name period.

I was about to voice out my question until the first bell rang, making Dylan sigh. "Gotta go." He turned around and called over his shoulder. "See ya later Steph."

I stood there frozen as other people, mostly girls, stared at me for having a full conversation with Dylan. Fuck, I even saw him chuckled, which is a first in my life.

Someone gripped my shoulders and spun me around so I came face to face with El who was grinning at me. "I saw that Steph."

Still dazed but what the f**k just happened, I asked her. "Saw what?"

She playfully let go of my shoulders by giving me a slight shove. "You were talking to Dylan! Not a single girl has ever gotten to talk to Dylan without him glaring at her."

I raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"What do you mean and?! Are you right in the head Steph?" She curled her fist and gently knocked on my forehead.

I slapped her hand away. "We were just talking El, chill." We started walking to history.

"What were you two talking about anyway?" She asked.

I started to tell her about what happened while I was upstairs at the party, leaving out the part of Dylan giving me a hickey by telling her I just ran into him the same time he passed out and helped him to my house with Axel helping me.