That Night..

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That night I dreamt of him.

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I was walking down the dark hallways of the school. Why am I here? Why so late? I saw a shadow and I tensed up. The person finally appeared from the shadows. It was him. Dylan.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

He was still giving me that intense glare. He didn't say anything he walked up to me and pinned me against the wall. He grabbed me firmly so I couldn't move. I wanted to break free from his grasp but I was so focused on his body pressed against mine I didn't want to move. I could feel his body heat on mine. He slowly stroked my face and then leaned in for a kiss. I closed my eyes. When I opened them he was gone.

I heard an echo bounce of the walls.

"Andrea."

"Dylan, were are you?" I called out.

"ANDREA GET UP!"

I woke up and found my mother shaking me awake.

"Andrea get up you're going to be late." she said and left my room.

I flopped down onto the bed.

It was just a dream.

I sighed. Dylan was like a drug to me, addictive and always ambitious for more.

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