Don't make the same mistakes again

Homecoming

Dylan

When Emily told me today was homecoming, I literally freaked out. I realized I had nothing to wear but she told me, "Don't worry, everyone's eyes will be on your girlfriend they won't even notice you." I shot her a grouchy look, "Now don't be grumpy---" I burst out laughing, "She's not my girlfriend, stop being annoying will you?" She crossed her arms in a cute way, "Fine!" My mind had wandered off to other places. 

Last year's Homecoming had been wild for me and Delilah. We literally got drunk the whole night and kissed the entire night away. In the morning, we both ended up throwing up on her bed and in her toilet causing a lot of work for her helpers. I laughed at the thought. I still recalled the dress she wore. It was a long flared swirly dress and I recalled my hands tracing it down to her high heels. 

Here's a pic for you to guys to visualize;)

I began to think of how Brayleigh would look like, I mean it wouldn't be that irresistible, would it? I prepared for the worst, but I was pretty sure if good looks could kill, hers wouldn't. Would it? I followed Emily into a cab. We stopped at her house first, she changed into a cute white dress, but not amazing enough to take my breath away, so I decided to wait till I could see Brayleigh and allow my eyeballs to have more memory for her not--- I cut myself off, Bray sure knew how to drive guys mad. 

For a fact, she's ripping my brain apart. 

As I got home, I tried to look for the nicest outfit I had. I figured we were probably going to have to dance, so a tight suit wouldn't be a wise choice, so I decided on a chiffon. Once I was settled, we set off to Brayleigh's house.

We got off the car towards Brayleigh's house and it surprised me that the door isn't locked. I was forced to sit on the couch with Carlo while Emily got to enjoy all the fun. Carlo looked at Bray's room and said, "You know that girl Emily has a sister right?" I nodded. "You like her? I think she's one year older than you." He nodded and stayed silent leaving my question unanswered. 

I don't know how long we stayed silent, but it didn't matter, because Brayleigh sashayed in and all I could think in that moment was, "Oh shit!"

Brayleigh

Emily was helping me with the make up. She would first apply some foundation all over my face to give me a more even look, also helping to hide the flaws on my face. Then she would apply glittering eye shadows and a little eyeliner. After that, she would layer on some mascara and finish with a lipstick the colour of pomegranate seeds. Before, moving to my eyebrows and finally declaring, "Done!" 

By then, my hair was completely curled and it fell in waves around my shoulders and I smiled at Ems. Even though she is begging for me to look in the mirror before going out, I decided against it and stride out of the door.

Carlo seemed like he had something going on in his mind, but the moment he saw me, his jaw drop and I could have sworn Dylan's eyeballs was going to pop out any moment. Carlo sounded like he was suffering from asthma, "You look... mum and dad... that's short... who are you and what have you done with my sister?" 

Emily burst out laughing from behind me, "I told you to get a good look at yourself before swaying out! I swear Mark is going to murder me. I doubt your parents would even recognize you if they were there, so don't worry about getting busted or disowned." I gave an 'oops, sorry not sorry' look and she smirks back. 

I noticed Dylan hasn't said a single word yet, his eyes probably still scanning the flaws on my looks. I looked at him and he quickly mentioned, "I'm not used to girls wearing short dresses, and you look so damn white." 

I made a 'pf ft' sound and argued, "I was pretty sure Delilah was much whiter than me last year. I'm telling you a secret, just between you and me. Behind my back, I swear she probably poured one of my entire containers of foundation on herself just because she didn't want to look to tanned. I heard boys prefer white girls." I crossed my arms pursing my lips and shrug. He laughed, and asked, "Why? I like tanned girls, tan like Theresa. Anyways, shall we start heading to the party?" 

I nodded and smiled. He took my hands and led us out.

It only took us a while to get to the location and even quicker to get into the party because we were all freshmen except for Carlo, but we managed to smuggle him in anyways. The party was filled with hundreds of high school kids and I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I just shook off the feeling, hoping I'd get used to it one day. We sat down at a table and ordered drinks. 

In a distance, I spotted my partner searching the room for me, and when our eyes locked, his face lit with a broad smile. The moment he made his way over he commented, "Hey gorgeous, who did this magic to you?" I looked over to Emily who was grinning cheekily, she shouted back, "It's my pleasure, you're welcome, asshole!" 

I smiled and scanned him from head to toe, "You look equally handsome I'd say." He smirked and says sweetly while kissing my cheek, "All for you." 

That was when my eyes caught sight of Dylan's bottles of wine laid out neatly in front of him and he was taking huge swigs of wine and chugging it down his throat. I wondered if I ever saw him like that before, his face an unreadable book. It was as if he saw me looking, and he looks over as I continue staring into his eyes. Sorrow was now written all over his face and I knew why. 

Sometimes, I really wish I could rewind time, before I knew what I was doing, my stupid legs leads me over to him. I sigh, "You're drinking a lot." He looked ahead and keeps quiet, I decided to leave and turn to say, "If you need a ride home, I will ask Mark to drive you home along with us." He nods slightly and I turn to walk away. 

I have only walked about three steps, when I heard someone following behind me, strong hands grabs me by the hand and yanks me out of the crowd into a room. "Hey!" I yelled. He shushes me and pushes me onto a bed. Dylan. No! "Dylan... please." I begged.

My eyes were frantically searching for his but he wasn't even looking at me. He was looking at my dress all the way down, farther down until his eyes seemed like they were shut, and he breathes, "You can't expect me to let you get away so easily, dressed like this." I squirmed in his grip but he is too strong. The scent of alcohol swept in and I knew he was beyond drunk--- his decisions converted by alcohol, his mind fuzzed with jealousy. Of me and Mark.

Someone save me!🤣🤞Sorry if the next chapter is short, but I promise to write longer ones. Let's go!