*a week later*
dylan and i have been dating for a little over a week now and so far things have been good.
i haven't really talked to joey, other than saying good morning to him but all he does is ignore me.
tonight i'm going to dylan's to watch a movie. i'm really excited. every time we hang out we always do something different.
he's picking me up in like 20 minutes and i'm so happy i get to see him.
joey has been hurting my feelings a lot recently. he's had a girl here every night. the same one quite frankly and it kinda really annoys me.
i hope he knows his walls aren't fucking sound proof.
dylan arrives at the house and we leave and go to his house.
"so are you ready to watch a movie?" dylan asks me.
"yes," i say and smile.
dylan goes and turns on the tv and i sit on the couch.
he turns a movie on and sits next to me.
i watch the movie and he puts his arm around me. i lay on his chest and he puts his other hand on my thigh.
i don't mind it at first but then he slowly starts to move his hand up. i look at him, "what are you doing?"
he doesn't say anything, he just grabs my face and kisses me. he gets on top of me and moves his hand up my shirt.
"dylan," i say between kisses.
"hm?" he says and starts leaving hickeys and wet kisses on my jawline and neck.
"stop." i say.
he doesn't stop.
"dylan, i said stop," i tell him and push him.
he grabs my waist and kisses my lips and i don't kiss back. i don't want to kiss him anymore.
i push him off me, "i don't want to kiss you," i say.
he looks at me, "you're joking," he says and starting kissing my neck again.
i push his face away, "dylan i'm deadass. i came to watch a movie, not do this," i say.
"what a mood killer," he says, but doesn't move.
"can you get off me? i want to go home," i say.
"why?" he asks.
"i want to go home," i repeat.
"no." he says.
"dylan seriously i want to go home," i say and look at him.
"no one is here it's fine," he says and starts kissing my neck again.
i shove him off of me, "i'm going home," i say and grab my shoes and run out of the house.
i grab my phone and dial joey's number, it goes straight to voicemail. shit.
i try calling tayler and he didn't answer either. what the hell? is it ignore anna day?
i try sam;
"hello?"
"sam oh my god. please help me," i say almost in tears.
"anna what's wrong?" his voice softens.
"can you pick me up, please. i want to go home. now."
"what happened?" he asks.
"please just come and get me," i say.
"where?"
"i'll text you the address," i say.
"okay i'll be leaving as soon as you do," he says.
"okay bye." i say and hang up.
i go to messages and send him dylan's address.
i see dylan run out of his house and i run into the bushes.
"anna!" he screams.
"please, baby come back inside," he says.
i stay quiet.
"baby, come on i was only trying to have fun," he says.
i see sams car. i just out of the bushes and and dylan sees me and starts running towards me. i just into sams car and start to cry.
he drives off, "what's wrong bub?"
i just cry, "take me home please."
he nods and turns around. he drives home and i run inside, crying.
i run past joey and run to my room, slamming my door shut.
joeys pov
anna runs past me, crying, with hickeys all down her neck and jawline.
sam comes running inside after her, "what the hell happened?" i ask.
sam looks at me, "i don't know. she asked for me to pick her up since tayler NOR you, answered her."
oh shit.
"aw no," i say.
"yeah so now i'm going to go talk to her," sam says and walks to her room.
what the fuck happened over there.
and why do i even care?
