Hijacked.

Wavy(continued.)

Selfie of Brit in a sheer top and bikini bottoms.

Selfie of Brit on Dylan's chest.

Selfie of Dylan and Brit kissing.

I dropped his phone and caught my breath. I couldn't imagine Dylan doing all this but there were the selfies to prove it.

Picture of Brit in a Balenciaga mini strapless dress on Dylan's Bentley.

Picture of Brit on Dylan's back at a concert.

"Seriously?" I muttered.

"Stop looking through his pictures, you'll kill yorself." My dad popped out of nowhere into the room.

"How encouraging," I said rolling my eyes.

"Seriously, looking at those won't help you forgive him. And it definitley won't help you feel less like ripping his head off. You need to ward off everything that can let biterness linger in your heart."

"Preach pastor." I joked.

"Seriously. Get ready, he'll be here soon." He left the room because he had some business assignments he had to complete. I was glad to see my dad back to his normal self, that is, minus the preaching.

Several hours passed before I heard a light tap on the door. I arranged my hair in a top bun, pulled on my Zara sweatshirt and put a bit of lipgloss on.

Why am I trying to impress him?

"Come in," I said

Dylan walked into the room.I could tell he had gotten a haircut. He smelt great and had a crisp white shirt and burgundy trousers on. He took off his Ray-Ban sunglasses and semi-smiled at me. He looked at me for a few minutes not knowing wether to speak or not.

"I don't know where to start," he finally said.

"How about we start here?" I replied holding up his phone with a picture of Brit on it.

"I will like to start off by saying I'm sorry. I really am. When you were in the hospital I couldn't do much without thinking about you and what we had planned. The thoughts came so frequently and it hurt because each time I snapped out of it I realized you weren't actually there. The only thing that could take them away or soothe the pain was the alcohol. The first time I tried it was at Cole's party and I ended up hanging out at his house quite often, and then I ended up meeting Brit. Having someone hold me, and kiss me made me feel less lonely. But she never really made me stop missing you. I honestly didn't realize it got this far and I know I was such a mess when I saw you last night, but I meant it when I said I loved you," he said.

Brit had been calling all morning and just then a text message dropped from her.

Brit: I'm pregnant Dy.

"SHE IS PREGNANT! BRIT IS PREGNANT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME?" I screamed.

"What are you saying? She is? I don't remember us..." Dylan said before trailing off.

"I don't even know what to say." I replied with my hands cradling my head.

"I don't either." he said and walked over. "I have to speak to her Annie. I need to sort all of this out. "

"What do you want from me?! If it's to steal all my joy then fine, you win." I said crying.

"Please don't say that, I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry for being such a jerk." He said before dialing her number.

Dylan's POV..

"Hi Dylan," Brit said

"What do you mean?! When did you find out?! Why? When? And how did this happen?!" I said into the phone.

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A/N: Major drama guys.

I can't even deal.

What do you all think is going to happen?

-your author who is sorry for putting them through this xx