Chapter 4

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"I'm Dylan." He sticks out a hand and for a second all I do is stare at it before I realize how stupid I probably look and reach out to shake his hand. "Alexis." I down my shot and can feel the burning sensation go down my throat. He does the same and then smiles back at me. God, that smile is just... what's the word? Amazing, gorgeous, incredible. All those and more.

I can tell he's talking by the way his lips are moving but I can't hear a word he's saying. "What?" I lean in a little bit to try and hear him but it seems the music has been turned up even louder. The walls are practically shaking from the bass.

Dylan pulls out a paper from his wallet and borrows a pen from the bartender before beginning to write something down. I can't see what he's writing because he's turned the paper away from me. I sit patiently as he finishes writing what ever it is and slides the paper in front of me.

"It's too loud in here why don't we meet up for coffee tomorrow? 10:00? Meet you at Sanhose Coffee Shop."

I look up from the paper and give Dylan a smile and a nod as my answer and much to my dislike he gets up getting ready to leave. Before he makes his leave he bends down and places a soft kiss to my cheek. I try not to blush at his touch but I know it's no use.

I just met Dylan O'brien and he kissed my cheek. Leslie will never believe it. Speaking of which, where is Leslie? I take a look around and spot her in the corner making out with some guy. A huge sigh leaves my body as I walk over to her.

"Leslie it's time to go." I pull her off the guy and she gives him one last smile before leaving with me. "Guy number 1, complete." I roll my eyes and call a cab using my cellphone giving the fact that neither one us are under conditions to drive. Leslie leans her shoulder on me and I can tell she's completely wasted. "Alexis you know I love you right?" Her words are slurred and I can barely pick up what she's saying. "I know just relax." I wrap my arm tighter around her waist so I have better control of her body so she doens't fall over.

The cab finally arrives and I push Leslie all the way in before I climb in myself. I give the cab driver the address and he shoots Leslie an annoying look before pulling off the curb onto the main road. "She better not vomit in my car." He spats angrily and I do my best not to roll my eyes. "She won't sir I promise." Hey I still need a ride home.

When we finally reach the house I pay the driver and carefully pull Leslie out making sure her weight is evenly distributed so I don't fall over as well. I pull out my key and quietly open the door praying that we don't wake Jenny or Morgan up. "Where are we?" Leslie comes too as we reach the stairs and I cover her mouth with my hand before she can say anything else. "Shhhhh. We're home just help me get you down the stairs." Leslie grabs onto the railing and barely makes it down the stairs with out falling face first.

But as soon as her foot hits the bottom step she takes off running towards the bathroom. I can hear the disgusting noise of vomit hitting the toilet and the caughing coming from Leslie. I walk over and push open the door seeing Leslie bent over the toilet still spewing her guts out. Pushing her hair away from her face I kneel down beside her rubbing circles on her back. Taking care of a drunk Leslie was not what I had planned for the night.

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The beeping of my alarm clock wakes me up the next morning. My eyes flutter open taking in my surroundings still not used to waking up in this strange enviornment. "Turn it off!" I hear a grumpy Leslie yell beside me and I giggle as I reach over shutting it off.

"Well someone's grumpy." I get up pulling out my towel and clothes from the closet.

Shut the fuck up." Leslie places the pillow over her face and goes back to sleep. I walk into the bathroom turning on the shower. After seeing what Leslie looked like I'm scared to see myself. But I reluctantly look into the mirror and man I wish I hadn't. I look horrible! I have make-up smeared on my cheeks and my hair is sticking straight up.

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