One Drunken Night

Chapter 15 (His Phone)

"I'm bored, entertain me, Steph." Dylan whined as we walked to my locker. "Keep me entertained so I can stay awake."

I gave him a flat look. "Like hell I'll do that, find someone else to talk to."

He rolled his eyes. "Geez, all you had to do was make a funny dance and let me record it, is it too much to ask?"

Everything's pretty much back to normal after yesterday. Dylan's back to the five year old I knew, whining about useless stuff. At times like this, I wonder if Dylan really is just a five year old stuck in an eighteen year old body.

Everyone was still hyped about the game yesterday, some people congratulated Dylan as we walked to my locker to get my Chem book. He either smiled back, thanked them or just nodded. At least he's a bit less of a jerk now.

I opened my locker. "Sure, as if doing a monkey dance for the whole internet to see is called simple entertainment. And you still owe me a gummy." I gave him a stern look.

He scratched the back of his head. "You just can't seem to get over that, can you?"

I grabbed my Chem book. "Duh, you were able to get your skittle, I thought it was a trade, not some dumb giveaway. And you promised." I slammed my locker shut.

"Promise isn't in my vocabulary, I have an obsession with gummy bears, I can't help it. So don't expect me to waste my gummies on you." He smirked.

I don't know why, but I remebered when I was with Natasha last Thursday and when she said she used to be best friends with Dylan. I was going to ask Dylan but I completely forgot yesterday. "He–"

"Can I go to your house? I've never been there and you've been to my house lots of times. I only went to your house to pick you up once but I've never been inside, honestly, your house is pretty big." Dylan suddenly said as we walked in the Chem room.

"Why all of a sudden you wanna go?" I asked, taking a seat.

He sat at the table behind me and shrugged. "Just bored at mine I guess. And Dalton is gonna have some of his friends over so he told me to get out of the house." He grinned.

I laughed. "Wow, now that's what I call 'tough love', but I don't think I can invite you over, my parents might be home, although I'm not sure if they have some place to go."

He raised an eyebrow. "Why, your parents might not allow me?"

"You know, I sometimes find inviting people over frustrating whenever my parents are around." I said, scratching my head.

"Why's that?"

"You guys have it easy, I mean when a guy invites a girl over or goes to a girl's house, his parents are like 'whatever, go ahead and have fun' and when it's vice versa, the girl's parents will say 'who's this person? I wanna have a word with him' and they think your a slut already."

Dylan rolled his eyes. "If your dad thinks of whatever I'm planning, he's wrong. Believe me, the last thing I wanna do is have sex with you. And take my word for it, you're not a slut."

I scrunched my nose. "Even hearing the word makes me sick."

He spun his stool and faced back at me, he smirked. "Which one? Se-"

"Shut it, don't even think about saying that word in front of me." I glared at him.

He rolled his eyes. "You're so innocent, Steph. You can't even say the word when you're gonna do it some time anyway."

I spun my stool so I face in front. "I don't even know why we're talking about this in the first place."

"You were the one who started it by saying what you parents are gonna think when I come to your house."