When He Noticed Me

Chapter 11

"Get up. Evie, get up." I heard faintly.

What? I thought. Cassy sounds like a guy. 

It... can't be... dad. Maybe I'm still dreaming. Mmmm, dreams... sleep... sounds good.

"Eveleah get up."

Now it was just annoying. 

I stuck an arm out towards the sound of the voice and tried to silence it with a well-aimed smack. My hand made contact with warm flesh. My eyes snapped open and I sat up, finding Dylan on the floor. I stared at him confusedly.

"Finally, you got your fat ass up." He accuses, massaging his cheek.

I narrow my eyes.

"Wanna repeat that, Tides?" I growl, rolling off the bed and landing on him in straddle-position.

"No." He mumbles, pushing me off.

We both stand and he shoves me towards the bathroom. 

"Hurry the fuck up, Devyn will be here in three or less." 

I lazily wave my hand in response, before gracefully walking into the door.

"Genius." Dylan snorts. 

I glare as I rub my nose, then speed up and stand before the mirror, quickly wiping down my face with a warm cloth. As I swish mouth wash around my teeth, I begin to brush through my hair. As I'm doing this, I can hear Dylan expertly rummaging through my closet and picking things out. 

He goes to use the bathroom himself as I strip and switch into yet another set of my undergarments. This time it was a white lace bra and a matching thong. I throw on the gray mid-thigh length sweater that Dylan picked and played with the small slit on my left side. 

Dylan comes out of the bathroom and tosses me my small, black Vuitton shoulder bag and I zip up my thigh-high suede black boots. As much as I hate to admit it; I was really looking forward to seeing Devyn. 

Only to make my planned vision come true, of course. 

I'd never want or need anything to do with the his perfect smirk, which was totally a front. I'd know a real smile any day. Nothing to do with his amazing style, gentlemanly charm or alluring player facade. 

Nope, nada- absolutely nothing. 

It didn't impress me at all. 

Because I was a girl with a plan- to break his heart for what he did to all those undeserving girls. 

Outside, it was freezing. Remembering yesterday, I carefully walked over the icy snow, not wanting to slip again. Devyn's car was already parked in front of the gate. I opened the door and sat down, crossing my legs. The warmth engulfed me and Devyn greeted me with a smile on his face.

"Why were you tip-toeing down your driveway?" He asked me.

"I may have... kind of... incident, yesterday." I mumble.

"What? I didn't quite catch that," He says.

"Are we going or not?" I demand with a huff.

Devyn starts laughing, probably imagining what could have happened yesterday.

"Maybe I should call you 'klutz' from now on?" He asks cheekily.

I shoot him a cold look that makes him chuckle to himself.

"Aww, your widdle nose is red!" He cheers, poking it.

"Not because of your teasing! I ran into a door a few minutes ago." I shout.