He Found Her.

Chapter 13.

Dylan's Pov

Mom and I sat down at the kitchen table. It was really big, and it felt like we were in a conference room discussing government matters. It intimidated me.

"So, what's the matter honey? You seem troubled."

"Troubled? No. Mad at myself? Yes. Just let me explain. Okay, you know I love Vin. I really do. And we ended up...losing our virginity to each other. I broke up with her hours after it happened. I don't know if I'm ready. I mean, it seems to serious."

"So, your telling me your not ready to be in a relationship?"

"I don't know what I'm trying to say. I don't even know how I feel. See, it's this girl Veronica.."

Mom gave me this look.

"There's another girl in play??"

"No! No, not at all. I'm saying, I like this girl. She's the popular type though, and she would never go for a guy like ME."

"OKAY. You broke up with my daughter because of another girl."

We heard the door open, and Vin came in startled.

"Oh, hi mom. Dylan..did I interrupt something?"

"No honey. Dylan..was just telling me about his excitement of going back to school."

"Yeah, I guess. Dylan, upstairs."

Vintage changed over a matter of a day. Not even a full day, more like 8 hours. She had this savage feel to her. She looked goth. She had on a black leather jacket, with her hair pulled back. She looked pale too. It was a scary look, almost a serial killer type look.

"Excuse me Ms. Delerose."

She looked at me. I didn't call her mom in front of Vin after what happened. Hopefully she didn't think I was being funny.

I followed her upstairs. She opened her door fairly rough, threw her keys on the dresser, and snatched her jacket off, and threw it at the closet.

"What did you need to talk about?"

"Well, my mom..." I stuttered.

"I'm listening." she gave me this dead eye stare.

"Well, me and her "guy" got into a scrap. Well.. He got into a scrap with me. I did nothing."

"By scrap, you mean? And who's this guy?"

"She's marrying him."

"Okay. How is this my problem?"

That took me back.

"It's not.. I mean, I thought I could talk to you about these things."

"Not anymore. Get out."

I was getting mad.

"No, I'm not leaving. I'm not done talking."

"Look, I'm not your counselor. I don't get paid for hearing your irrelevant bitch problems. Go talk to your mom about this, because, I'm not listening."

"My bitch problems?? Sorry, but your acting like a REAL BITCH yourself right now. I know I hurt you, and I'll only explain myself if you let me. But this...? You aren't going to start acting like this."

"Okay, good to know. You can't tell me what to do. This is MY room, Get out."

I walked over to her dresser, got the picture I made of us, and threw it on the floor and smashed it. It hurt me to do that, and I instantly regretted it.

"DUDE!!" she came over to me and pushed me out the way.

"Keep your hands off of me. I'm stronger than you, and I'm capable of beating the fuck out of you."

She walked in my face, and pushed my forehead back. That ticked me off, and turned me on.

"Do it O'Brien."

She's cute when she's mad. I've never seen her THIS way though.

"Well, aren't you gonna do it? Hit me."

"I'm not gonna hit you Vintage. Shut up.."

She turned her back to me, and was going to sit on her bed. I couldn't help myself. I snatched her up and kissed her. I missed her. I missed the taste of her lips, the feeling of them. I missed holding her.

She engaged in the kiss, but ended it short.

"Dylan..don't. I don't want to force you into anything."

"You can't force me. But I have something to tell you. It's not how I feel now, but it's why I felt weird."

"I'm listening."

"Don't be mad."

I started to explain.