Chapter Eight:Last night was amazing or lit as the kids would say

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Chapter Eight:Last night was amazing or lit as the kids would say

Abbie
I laid on the beach letting the sun warm my body.

James finally got everyone out of the house and Dillion is coming out somtime.

Shit I hear him!!!!!

I put my arms above my head, showing off my lingerie.

"A-Abbie?"Dillion asked.

"Yes?"I ask smiling.

I stand up and walk over to him.

"Dillion?"I whisper.

We collied.His lips tasted like-no Abbie they are tasteless.Tasteless lips.I run my hand through his hair and it was-crusty?

Wow Abbie crusty?CRUSTY?His hair is soft as hell!

I groan, not from the kiss but from knowing I had to make this mean nothing to me.How?

He smiled.

He slides his hands around my waist and pull me in.

His hands were cold against my bare skin and a shiver went down my spine.

He grabbed my hand and lead me inside.

We went into our room and laid down.

He slid his hand up my thigh.

I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He smiled against my lips.

After this,he will out of my life and fucking Haley.

~~*~~

I opened my eyes to the darkish lightish  room. I looked over to my side and Dillion was sleeping.

His hair was messy (but fine af), and he looked so peaceful.

I sat up and held the blanket around my body.

"Morning gorgeous,"Dillion whispered.

"Morning,"I whispered blushing a little.

"Last night meant the world to me,"he whispered in my ear lightly brushing his hand on my cheek.

I couldn't help it, "it meant more then the world,"I whispered.

"Yes,"he whispered, "it was the one thing I needed,"

I was waiting for it.

"It didn't mean anything you bitch!" Or "Now Fraz will get me that date with Haley and I can fuck her sooooo hard!"

It never came, instead he started kissing my neck.

I was frozen in shock.He didn't even look upset.

I stood up and grabbed the black lingerie and then threw on one of Dillions sweatshirts and sweatpants.

"D-Dillion,"I stuttered.

"Yeah?"he asked.

"When you d-do l-leave me, I'm going to k-keep your sweatshirts,"I whimpered.

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