My Bad Boy's Diary

~Twenty-Seven~ date night

Pic: I feel like this is the girl who Brooklyn is trying to become, for better or worse.

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The rest of the night, I was just sort of shut down.

For Kensi and Samoane's sake, I put on a good face and pretended I was okay.

Carmella and Cole seemed to have left the party already and Dalton was in a good mood again.

I couldn't get what he had said out of my head.

'I own you.'

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Samoane ended up winning Best Dressed, which Kensi and I were ecstatic about. She really deserved the honorary award; her shimmering teal dress had the depth of the sea and the way it fit her body made her look like a French runway model.

The guy in the fedora won Worst Dressed.

Kensi and Samoane wanted to go to the after party. We usually didn't get invited, but because we were with Dalton, we had finally received the coveted invite.

I didn't feel like being around Dalton any longer than I had to tonight, however.

They were bummed, but they agreed to leave in time to actually make curfew.

They filled the silence that would have existed between Dalton and I with their excited chatter until we dropped them off at Kensi's.

As soon as they were gone, that thick silence descended over us.

We rode like that all the way back to my house.

When we finally pulled up, I got out myself and started walking towards my house without saying anything to him.

"Brooklyn..."

"Goodnight, Dalton." I said, and he let me go.

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The next day, I was alone in my house.

My parents had taken off early that morning for their romantic getaway, Tabitha was staying at a friend's, and so was Georgie.

It was just me and Styx, who spent most of her time in the backyard.

Mitch had had reservations about leaving me alone in the house, but my mom insisted that they could trust me, which I appreciated.

Maybe she just thought I didn't have any game.

I sighed as I picked at my pop tarts as I watched Sunday morning cartoons. And wasn't she right?

I had received plenty of texts from Kensi and Samoane about the dance last night and one came in just then from Matheson.

I braced myself as I read it.

'Heard u had a great time @ the dance last nite w DP.'

Just when I'd thought I couldn't feel any worse.

I put my phone away from myself then jumped when I heard a tapping on the glass.

I whipped my head towards the patio door to see Dalton standing on the back porch, grinning at me.