Summer of Boys

Chapter 19

After getting yelled at by Tyler I decided to drive around and clear my head before going back home. I find myself at a park, where when you walk down a row of trees you find yourself at a clearing. In the center there's a bench and I take a seat enjoying my surroundings. I can't believe everything I found out about Leslie. I mean I thought she was my best friend. This is sure going to make an awkward rest of the trip. Which is still a little over a month.

I pull out my phone and once again I get Dylan's voicemail. This time I decide to leave a message and when I hear the familiar beep I let it all go.

"Dylan I never meant to hurt you. I was against that stupid competition from the start and now that I know it was Leslie who told you about it I feel sick and angry. Not just at Leslie for telling you but at myself, because I should have been the one to tell you. Right after we had our first date when you showed me all around the city and we almost got caught by the cops I should have told you about the stupid game or what ever you want to call it. I truely am sorry and you deserve better than me. I just want you to know I-"

The message ends not giving me the chance to tell him how I truely feel. The truth is I love him, and I never got the chance to tell him.

Dylan's POV

I've been sitting here for the last two days and I can't get myself to move off this couch. Tyler and Hoechlin keep trying to get me to go out but I don't want to. If Alexis isn't here to enjoy it with me I don't want to do anything. And I know that's wrong, she used me and I shouldn't be waiting around for us to be together. I just can't get her out of my mind. Her smile, her laugh, the way she never failed to swat at my arm when I said something inappropriate or something she didn't like. Just the way we could tease one another and always be laughing. Part of me wants to believe what she said, that she really had no part in the contest but then the picture of her kissing that guy comes into my mind.

I hear my phone beeb next to me telling me I have another missed call from Alexis. This time however I see there's a voicemail and a huge part of me is telling me not to listen to it because I know it's not going to help me stay away from her. I know this might seem dramatic to some for how little time we've had to be together but something about her just draws me in.

Before I have more time to think I hit play on the voicemail and bring the phone to my ear. "Dylan I never meant to hurt you.."

I can tell she's crying by the constant sniffling on the other end. "I just want you to know I-" The massage ends and I can feel my eyes beginning to water, not fully crying but close to it. What was she going to say? Hearing her voice again and what she had to say has just made me even more confused and I knew it would. I hit play again just to hear her voice.

Alexis's POV

When I get home the family's just getting ready to eat dinner. "Oh there you are Alexis, we were beginning to get worried." Jenny says as I take my seat across from Leslie. I can feel her staring at me but I refuse to look at her. "Sorry I just went for a drive." I take the plate of food from Jenny and begin to eat.

"Can you guys believe you only have a month left? Time is just flying by!" Jenny says trying to break the slience. "I know it's crazy! This has been amazing right Alexis?" Leslie adds looking at me causing me to roll my eyes. "Ya just amazing." I say with a slight bit of edge to my voice. I think everyone realized there was something going on between us because it remained quiet through the rest of dinner.

By the time it was time to go to bed I was exhausted, physically and emotionally. I change into sweat pants and the t-shirt Dylan gave me the first night I spent at his house. It still smells like him as I bring it up to my nose. I can feel the tears start to form on the brim of my eyes ad it takes everything I have not to let them fall. Hoping that staying busy will keep my mind off of everything, I head to the bathroom to do my night time routine.