Forbidden//Dylan O'Brien

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Dylan and I have been together for a few weeks now.

It had been nothing but a beautiful blissful experience.

Today I am meeting his parents. And sister.

Pretty freaked out about it.

Brit was over helping me get ready.

"Azalea, I can tell that you are really nervous about this.

But, I promise. They are the sweetest group of people." She told me.

I sighed.

I knew that they had to.

They raised Dylan.

And he is one of the best people in the world.

"And his sister. I just love her. Even after Dylan and I broke up we have stayed friends."
Sometimes I just found it odd that I was so close with my boyfriend's ex.

"You are thinking about again." Brit said

Why must I be an open book.

"Yeah, sorry." I said feeling a bit ashamed.

I knew that I shouldn't think of it.

But she is so much prettier than I.

And she could easily get Dylan.

"Don't be. It's human. But Dylan and I ended things on a good note. We just thought it was the best for the both of us. And I don't want him." She told me.

Fuck!
She was such a good person.

Only if I was half of the person she is.

"I just think how easily you can have him." I confessed to her.

"I would never do anything like that to you. I care for you to deeply. Plus Dylan loves you way to much to even give any other girl a second glace." She told me.

I really like having friends that are good to me.

I even managed to tell her about Harry.

That was a long night.

Cried way to much that night.

Hell I cry to much every night.

I still manage to bring myself to tears about my horrible trip to New York.

Only good I got out of it was the locket my granddad gave me.

I have not taken it off since.

As I was waiting on Dylan to come and get me so I could meet his family, I got a call.

It wasn't a number I recognized.

I answered anyways.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Azalea?" I heard on the other end.

It sounded oddly familiar.

It sounded like Riley.

But I don't know why she would be calling me.

Last time I talked to her she unfriended me.

"Yeah." That is all I managed to say.

I didn't know what else to say.

"I am sorry." She said to me.

I was a bit confused.

"For what sweetie?" I asked

"For not believing you about Harry. He raped me. Last night." I heard her begin to sob. "I am so sorry. I didn't believe you." She was crying harder now.