Good boy goes bad- Dylan Hartman

5. Don't tell mom

Desiree: Daddy I'm hungry
Dylan: Desiree it doesn't work when I'm not horny
Desiree: but daddy
Dylan: Desiree it works (he smirked)
Desiree: i knew it
Dylan: what do you want
Desiree: Burger King
Dylan: ok
Desiree: you taking your car or your moms
Dylan: preferably mine
Desiree: why yours
Dylan: because i know how you get Desiree
Desiree: what do you mean Dylan
Dylan: you know exactly what i mean and I'm not having sex in my moms car (he got out the car) wait here
Desiree: why
Dylan: just stay in the car
Desiree: fine (five minutes later Dylan came back with his cigarettes and his lighter) Dylan why do you have those
Dylan: you want one (he offered her one)
Desiree: yeah (she took one and Dylan lit it for her and she blew smoke into his face and he kissed her and they started to play music)
Dylan: (he started to drive and held the cigarette out the window) girl you know i want youuuu (he sung and looked at Desiree and they pulled up to his moms house and he put the cigarettes in his back pocket) hey mom

(Dylan mom was waiting for them in the house)

Anna: Dylan where were y'all
Dylan: out getting food
Anna: you smell like smoke
Dylan: i got into a small fight, a guy tried to touch Desiree
Anna: ok Dylan just go to bed (she turned the tv on)
Dylan: goodnight mom (he went to the alcohol cabinet and grabbed the tequila and snuck it upstairs) shhh (he looked the door and signaled to Desiree and he took a few swings of alcohol and 30 minutes later he was drunk)
Desiree: Dylan calm down
Dylan: (he ripped his shirt off and pulled her close to him) I'm going to fuck you up Desiree (he took her shirt off and she pushed him away)
Desiree: Dylan stop
Dylan: no (he ripped her shorts off her and she stopped him)
Desiree: Dylan
Dylan: please baby, i just wanna feel your wet p-
Desiree: DYLAN STOP
Dylan: ughhh (he took his phone out his pocket and was texting someone)
Desiree: who are you texting
Dylan: Ashley
Desiree: why
Dylan: why else would i be texting her
Desiree: Dylan no
Dylan: I'm asking her to come over so can you sleep in the spare room tonight (he smirked at her)
Desiree: (she took his phone away from him) ok Dylan I'll do it (she took her bra off and put Dylan's phone on the floor)
Dylan: (he smirked and went inside her and she gasped and he pounded into her not caring about her feelings and he pulled out and she laid her head back) that's what i needed (he put his basket ball shorts on and drank more and he rolled over into Desiree and put his hands around her neck)
Desiree: Dylan
Dylan: (he let go of her) your no fun (He pouted and he drank more)
Desiree: Dylan where's your mom
Dylan: Downstairs why
Desiree: i just need to talk to her
Dylan: don't tell her I'm drunk Dessie please
Desiree: ok ok i won't
Dylan: (he got close to her face and was about to kiss her)
Desiree: (she tried to pull him closer to her) please
Dylan: you know that i love you right
Desiree: i know that you do just not when your not a hot mess