Broken Into Pieces (EDITING)

Chapter Twenty Two- I Must Be Dreaming ( Breath )

Chapter Twenty Two- I Must Be Dreaming ( Breath )

P.S- Ship name for Snow & Dylan is Snowlyn! Thank you to the person who suggested it, I really appreciated it!

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Lizzie xoxo

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I stared at Dylan a little too shocked to move. He had just asked me to kiss him. HIM. Dylan Wood. The boy bad, street fighter, of my school.

Holy shit.

My mind was turned to blank paper again. I couldn't move, talk, or even breath. All I could do was feel my heart beat faster then normal. And soon I realized that I needed to breath so I sucked in a breath and let it out. I bet I looked like a complete fool. Honestly, this is so embarrassing. For what seemed to be a minute passed by, that I noticed I was just staring at Dylan, with eyes as big as golf balls. I had been looking into his eyes so much I became lost in them and now I was paying for being silent and unmoving. Because Dylan had an amused smirk on his face. I didn't fail to see the glint in his eyes that said he was indeed enjoying himself.

"I-uhuu-" I stuttered helplessly.

I didn't know what to say. I wanted to say something to him. I wanted to tell him how much I liked him and how much I needed him. But that all flew out the window when I saw Dylan's smirk deepen at my sad attempt of speaking. I was beginning to get even more nervous than before. My palms grew clammy and my chest was rising and failing more quickly than I intended it to. What exactly did I do now? Did I actually kiss Dylan or do I reject him and say no. But what if I did kiss Dylan. He doesn't even like me and it would ruin our relationship, I just know it. I took in another deep breath, still staring straight into his eyes. I leaned in and turned my face to kissed him on the cheek. I could feel the warmth of the blush on my cheeks now as I leaned back onto the door. I stared at Dylan, who was still smirking down at me.

"Why did you kiss my cheek?" He asked me.

I played with the fabric of my shirt as I thought of a lie to tell him. I looked away from him and then back. He was looking as amused as ever and I was one moment away from wiping that smirk off his face.

"Because I have a boyfriend." I blurted out before I could stop myself. Great I'm lying to him again.

Dylan on the other hand didn't look like he believed me. He was smirking at me but snorted when he heard me say what I said.

"No you don't, lair." My breath hitched in my throat and I knew Dylan heard it. I had just given away that he was right in his assumption.

He grinned at me with a glint in his eyes that said he knew something I didn't. Truthfully, it frightened me that he did. And even more what it was he thought he knew that I didn't. He leaned a little closer to me, until his forehead was almost touching mine. This only made me back up into the door more to try -and fail- at getting a bit more space between us. I didn't know what it was but every time I was closer to Dylan than I was usually, I became a nervous wreck. I forgot how to do the simplest of tasks and even thinking was near impossible with him so close.

I took a calming breath and thought of something else other than the gorgeous specimen in front of me.

"How would you know that?" I asked as a futile attempt to cling to my lie. But unfortunately, I was just oh so badly fucked.

"You just gave it away, baby girl. And I know for a fact that you don't have a boyfriend because if you did, I'm more than positive that your step parents would know about him AND he would have showed up at the hospital to see you when you were in a coma. Call me nosy -I don't care at the moment- but I did in fact ask your step parents if you did have a boyfriend and not to my surprised they said no."