High school Bad Boy's Secret

Chapter 7

~Ashlyn~
I've never been to a hospital before....well except for the the time I was born in one.
Ok. Jokes apart.
I really feel wierd in here.
I feel bad for Callum, he has to spent half of his time here.
And to visit someone really sick or terminal is.... I really can't find the right word for it.
It took his mom about five minutes to recognise him as her son.
She kept refering him as someone called Dylan.
And wierdly enough the first thing she said was-
"Dylan?"
Callum didn't respond at first but then he kept telling her that he's her son.
"Mom, I'm Callum your son."he kept saying.
Finally she seemed to recognise him.
"Mom there's someone who wants to meet you" he said pointing at me.
I smiled awkwardly at her.
She looked at me all pleased.
"Is she your girlfriend Cal?"She whispered to him all happy.
Then she turned towards me and asked me to sit.
"What's your name?"She asked.
I told her my name.
"Well Ashlyn do you love my son?
Do you keep him happy?"she asked me abruptly.
"Uhh...." I can't tell her the truth that's gonna tear her apart.
"Mom!!!" Callum cut me in.
"What? I'm just making sure you are not rushing into things" she said.
"We're not " he assured her.
The three of us talked about a lot things.
She even showed me a family album she took here with her.
"This is Cal and that's Dylan"
She said pointing at a picture.
A little boy was sitting in a chair and by his side was another boy probably a year older than the other, that one was Callum.
"Cal you didn't tell me where's
Dylan?why didn't he come to meet me?"
Callum became all quite at the mention of Dylan.
"You need sleep mom, we'll get going now" he said after a while.
"But..."she started to say something but Callum grabbed the album and told her to take rest.

~Callum~
We left the hospital as quickly as possible. I didn't want mom to think about Dylan nor did I wanted her to remember what happened to him.
Dylan was my younger brother. It was all his fault.My dad.....he kept pressuring us about stuffs. Dylan and I started learning basketball since we were kids. Dad pressured us a lot about it too. Since I wasn't that good I always sat at the bench . Dad insulted me a lot about it but I just didn't care. When Dylan's team lost that day dad told us that he was ashamed to have kids like us.He even beat Dylan up. That night he committed suicide.That was two years ago.Dylan was a very sensitive kid. I held my dad responsible for Dylan's death. My dad left us after he died. My mom suffered from depression.The extreme depression was causing memory loss. She hardly remembers anything but she does remembers small details like the food Dylan liked to have or the flavour of my 6th birthday cake. But she sometimes mistook me as Dylan. The doctor said she still believes that he's alive, She said that my mom is at a delicate stage where she'll loose all her memories.Losing memory is like living death.
She will live like a dead person.
I shudder to think what will happen if she forgets me. She's all I have.

We booked a cab ,since I was not gonna risk taking Ashlyn in my Harley.
"I know I should not ask this but is Dylan dead?" She said
"If you know you know that you shouldn't ask this,then why are you?" I said tartly.
"I --umm" she looked embarrassed.
No one knows about Dylan except Tyler and Jake.
I didn't want her to find another reason to pity me.
I was looking for a way to change the topic.
"Um..my neighbour Riley's having a party" I said "do you wanna join me"
"Uhh sure" she said after few seconds.

~Ashlyn~
Damn! I just got invited to a party. That too by the most popular guy in school. I've never been to a party before,except the one that Nat and I hosted.only nine people turned up and that was all because of the food.
But I know the only reason he changed the topic was because he didn't want to talk about Dylan. And I respect that.
So I didn't say anything about Dylan who seemed like he was Callum's younger brother.
I wonder what has happened to him.
The cab stopped in front of a large house with a garden. There was a lot of people dancing around, kissing... probably making out.
"Come on that's his house" Callum said as we got down.
I felt stuck up all of a sudden.
I am shy.... that's true. But here I just feel wierd.
I don't know any of these people here,and it's not a High school party, certainly not our High school.
I knew almost every one at school but it's a different thing that no one knows me.
Suddenly Callum grabbed my had and pulled me into the crowd.
"You need to loosen up, baby" he said.
Baby!did he just call me that?

This party is exactly opposite of what I had been to before.
People were kissing here and there. There were fist fights, people playing beer pongs, people getting drunk in the pool.
It was terribly awesome.
Callum introduced me to Riley,a tall guy with wavy hair. He seemed nice.
Well 'seemed'.
Callum drank a lot of beer and I, trying to avoid that , had a few glasses of fruit punch.
We started hitting the floor soon.
Yes I danced with Callum.
And weirdly enough I enjoyed it.
But soon we got tired and I started feeling dizzy.
"Maybe we should go to my house,it's just across the street" he said
I nodded.
I felt like puking.
Now that I think of it, it wasn't fruit punch at all it  was something else.

~Callum~
I supported her to my home and made her sit in the couch.
Maybe there was something in that fruit punch she drank.
I got her some cold water.
"It will be ok" I whispered.
"Callum what happened to Dylan?" she asked suddenly.
I was taken aback.
How can she be still thinking about my brother?that too in this condition.
I sighed.
I told her everything and she was a quiet listener.
She sat up slowly and moved closer, I didn't back away.
Then all of a sudden she pulled me into a hug. I put my arms around her and slowly kissed her neck. Slowly we pulled away. I looked at her soft lips. I moved closer to her and she didn't back away like the locker day. I don't know if it was right but it felt right when our lips met.
It was heaven.
I'm in love with her.
Then I suddenly pulled back.
No I can't be doing this.
I can't be taking advantage of a drunk girl.
It doesn't matter if I love her because she doesn't even like me.
"I'm booking you an  uber...you need to go home" I declared.
She nodded without any questions.
She left as soon as the uber came.