Don't make the same mistakes again

Night out

Brayleigh

"So she can't join us?"

"Sadly, no." I slammed the pillow in my face, "Ugh, I could sure use more girl power right now. Did you see Dylan? He literally cursed and left!"

"Ye, for the fourth time I'm replying this, I was there and I saw. Whatever, it's her loss anyways, remember this is all about making sure Dylan comes back on his knees begging with regret."

"Ye. Whatever, you're so dramatic." I rolled my eyes at Ems and she glared in return "Gosh, is that boy ever going to show up or he really means it when he said 'that's it'?" She grumbled. "Maybe you should try getting his attention." I suggested. "Me?" She stared at me, her eyes widen to the maximum, because they seemed ready to roll. 

"They see me rolling. They hating patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty!" She yelled. "Ems!" She loved doing this to get me worked up, I myself couldn't figure why I got so pissed with her every time she sang this song, probably because I end up having to bite back the temptation to repeat 'trying to catch me riding dirty'. "You know what, I'm going then." 

"YES! Wait! Where to?" I wasn't going to do as she said, it'll only ruin the prank plan.

"To the beach!"

"You're no fun!" She mimicked a little kid's voice and crossed her arms. 

"Bye Ems, I hate you!" She giggled, like a kid and said, "Bye! I know you love me, bitch!" Ems may fool others to thinking she's sweet and innocent, probably because of her dainty looks, but no doubt her language was tainted. "Have fun with Dylan! I don't care what you're going to do with him, or to him." I hesitated, unsure if that was a lie but I went and look for the key to the door.

"Looking for this?" A voice behind me made me scream in shock and my heart skipped a beat. I swirled around to find Dylan with the keys dangling at his fingertips, jangling at the unstable movement of his hands. "Hand it over." I huffed in his face, eyes squinting. He chuckled, "You look adorable every time you do that, you know that right?" 

"Shut up!"

"Are you really leaving me with Emily to do what we want?" He sneered.

"Ye, I don't give a damn, I'm leaving my house, now." He chuckled and said sarcastically, "Oh dear Lord, you are funny! God sure gave you an awesome sense of humor."

"Shut up!" I blushed in anger and embarrassment. I took the chance and snatched the keys from his hands and unlocked the door, before he could say or do anything, I shouted, "I am  done, hands off me!" He looked hurt and I gave myself a mental compliment. Well done, girl.

Girl I heard that. My phone buzzed. I replied. Great, that's your cue;)

Dylan

I was so frustrated I could practically throw up in anger. "You're such an idiot!" Emily appeared behind me. "Ye right, thanks for stating the obvious and giving me such a splendid advice." I growled.

"Whatever, she doesn't need you, when will you realize that? Only Mark fully satiates her depressed soul." I was taken aback, "You and your mouth better watch out."

"Or else what?" She grinned devilishly, "You'll kiss me again?" I growled in a low manner, "Get the f*k out!" I opened the door for her to leave. She groaned, "I'm going. First thing you say today that I am able to acknowledge and adhere." She smirked and added grouchier this time, "Can't believe you're treating me like a different person right now, compared to the last time."

"Because you are a different person right now, get out!" I shoved her out and slammed the door, sitting on the couch debating whether to go after Brayleigh or stay and wait for her to get home. In the end, I did the second texting her during that period of time.

Brayleigh

"Hey, girls." Helena waved as she paced down the beach with Theresa, I was actually hoping that Sasha could come, but she had to meet up with Paul's parents. "How did it go?" Theresa asked the two of us, I shrugged and said, "I trashed him." Ems shot me a thumbs up and said, "I definitely made him feel---" A phone beeped and we were all taking out our phones to check, they all said, "Not mine." in unison, placing their hands in the air. "It's mine, calm down." I assured. 

They were all from Dylan. 

Where are you? 

I'm sorry, come back.

I know you've seen the messages.

"Wait you're still texting him in Instagram?" Emily asked in shock. 

"Yes, why?" 

She choked as she was laughing, "What? You both haven't even exchanged numbers? Gosh, that is so weird!" The others laughed too and I shot them a frustrated look and groaned, "Come on, I want to go to the bar already."

"You're not replying him?" Helena stared at me. I shook my head. "The girl has spoken." Helena announced. Theresa shrugged, "That time I bought her brain controller I thought I was in control of her mind, but I guessed it's spoilt." They laughed harder as we made our way to the bar. I said, "I didn't even understand what you said, Theresa."

We easily stepped into the bar because somehow Theresa flirted her way in along with us shooting them simpering smiles. People were singing-shouting, overpowering the jukeboxes, seductive girls were swaying their hips along to the music, boys slapping each others' backs, flirting, drinking and betting.As normal. 

I moved over to the counter and ordered a whiskey for myself and the others. The bartender was a male, his hair ruffled, his eyes reddish and  sore, he looked like he was in his early twenties. "Hey, sir. Are you okay?" I asked concerned. He looked up and our eyes held for a good ten seconds and I blushed and turned away. He finally replied, "Not really."

"What's wrong?"

"Ex girlfriend rejected me for the second time, haven't slept well for a week." I threw him a sympathetic look and told him, "Hope you find the right girl soon." He smiled at me gratefully as I grabbed our tray of whiskeys. "Wait." He called my name. "What's your name?" 

"Brayleigh."

"Sounds sweet, a little familiar too." He rubbed his chin. 

"Thank you, how about you?"

"Levi, Levi Conner Thompson." He smiled.

"Hope to see you around." I nodded at him and walked away.

"You too! Maybe I'll join ya later." He winked and smiled sincerely since the time I saw him. 

As I settled down on our table, I noticed the girls' mouths opening and closing as if some inexperienced person was controlling them with a remote, they all looked like pop-eyed dolls, looking absolutely hilarious. 

"What?" I settled down with them. "How did you do that, girl? Tell me your secret." Theresa was the first to speak.

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