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8 | POOR GIRL.
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"Aw Dylan got laid!"
"Shut up Khylin."
"Come on! Tell me about her!"
"Look at the articles."
Khylin sighed and groaned as he flopped onto Dylan's bed. Pulling out his phone, he went searching for the girl that was all over his twitter news.
"She's pretty." Khylin mumbled, scrolling through her instagram.
"I know," Dylan said. "I remember her."
"I'm surprised you did something like that. I wouldn't take you for a one night stand person," Khylin told.
Dylan sat him next to Khylin, watching him scroll through Isabella's socials. Unlike Isabella, he remembered everything that happened that night.
"I'm not. I wasn't planning on having sex. I only went with you because you asked me to go. I saw her, I thought she was pretty, and one thing led to another." Dylan said.
"You must have been drunk off your ass."
"Yeah a little," Dylan lied.
The truth was, Dylan was only a bit buzzed, but he was never full out drunk. Her charm had just managed to lure him in.
"Poor girl."
"W-What— Why would you say that?"
"Because she had her privacy invaded. You guys spent one night together and the internet now thinks your in a relationship. Your 'fans' are not going to leave her alone."
"And why would they not leave her alone?"
"Are you kidding me? Half of them are obsessed with you! Can you imagine how jealous they probably are?" Khylin explained.
"Well, it will all blow over soon so she doesn't have to worry anymore." Dylan said.
