"Stop." Sarah looks up from my mouth. "What?" She looks puzzled. "I don't want this anymore, sorry." I get out of the bed and collect my clothes. "Col, you're kidding, right? You're fucking kidding me!" without talking, I keep on dressing. I just want to get out of here. I'm not quite sure what made me stop, but what I know for sure is that I want to go home. Still buckling my belt I rush out of Sarah's room. I hear her screaming, insulting me, calling me a fuckboy, but I walk on. Surrounded by some boys from the soccer team I spot Tom and head towards him. "Tom, I'm leaving." Ignoring his questioning look I storm outside. My head is pounding. Usually I am the last to leave the parties but today I seem to be the first. I can hear Tom behind me. "Col, stop!" He reaches me and grabs my arm to stop me from walking. "Colson, what the hell?" I shake my head. What should I explain? "Bro, tell me what's going on." Tom knows everything about me. But what I realized tonight I might not be able to tell Tom. Saying it out loud would just mean it's true and I don't want it to be true. "Bro, if you're not answering, I'm assuming you're on some bad drugs and that's freaking me out. I'll find Sarah and see what she gave you." Just before Tom turns around I answer. "I'm not on drugs." This seems to have confused Tom even more. "I was making out with Sarah and then..." "Wait, did you guys...?" He raises his eyebrows. "No we didn't. And look, if it's okay I'll just head home." He's thinking, I can see it in his face. "I'll come with. I'll meet you here in 5."
5 minutes later Tom and I are waiting at the bus stop. Tom clears his throat. "You can tell me, I won't judge." I know Tom since the first day on this planet. Our moms shared a hospital room for pre-birth. I am one day older than him, but we feel like twins. "We didn't, you know..." With a confused expression on his face, Tom looks at me. "So you two didn't have sex? Why did you storm out then?" Now is my chance. Now I could talk about everything that's going through my head, with Dylana, my mom, everything. But I don't. I just nod. "It wasn't right.", is all I say.
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It's been a Year
RomanceDylana and Colson broke up over a year ago, but they still cross each other's minds daily, no matter where they are. Currently Dylana is in Cape Town with her family and Colson is in Italy roaming between four (or five? Maybe six?) different girls.
