Don't make the same mistakes again

Wave of worries(1)

Dylan

I can't believe her. I can't f*king believe her. She reads my message without replying, heads off and gets me worried out of my wits. Who does she think she is? I am so pissed with her right now I couldn't even think straight. I ran a hand through my hair and let out a stressed sigh. 

Emma and Carlo had just left the house in a worried state, Emma seeming like she was already at the brim of tears when I tried to figure out what the hell was happening. 

What is with everyone running in and out? Now I'm really, seriously, alone.

At the times Bray did things that reminded me of Delilah, I would find memories of our good times together, when I wasn't a being a total jerk. I would force my eyes to remain dry and focus on her, absolutely glad that someone could feel my emptiness, but that was only to show outer strength, but it was only to embody our way forward together and keep the pain and grief from her also tender heart. 

At times I enjoy her company, but today, I just had to mess it up so bad. I had no idea when she was going to come back, I can't believe myself. Thank goodness Brayleigh's parents had went off on a business trip and will not be back for four more days. I had to make the best of my time unless I want my ass ripped apart my her snappy parents. 

I flung on my jacket in a swift movement and made my way to the nearest bar. It was one of the craziest, nothing like the one I worked in. It was filled with drunken people, perfect environment for me to blend in. Get drunk, forget tonight, kill time. 

Who knew Brayleigh just had to be in this bar, and it so happened that she was not alone, and even more frustratingly, not upset at all. I let out a low growl as I noticed a drunk Levi looming over their table, obvious lust filled his eyes every time he looked at Brayleigh, hips, a moving threat. 

I moved over and shoved him away. The girls were obviously not going to be pleased with this action, but no one gets to look at my crush that way. No one. Not even you Mark. The growl escaped my lips and Levi slurred, "Yo... boy... ya... chi...ll a lit... tel..." I rolled my eyes, "I don't understand you and don't want to either, get your ass away from my girl, you have yours."

ya He seemed to have been hit in a soft spot because he snapped back into his consciousness and scowled, "I don't give a f*k about he... r any... more, she's a slut!" He yelled and I cupped a hand over his mouth, "And you are drunk, I'm getting you home." 

When I passed the girls' table, I groaned in frustration when I realized that neither of them were there. Not again. I'm beginning to hate this wild goose chase, not to mention I still have an extra loan behind my back. 

The moment I tucked  Levi back into his bed, I rushed back to my car trying all the girl's number. 

In the end, I even called Emma and Carlo, but none picked up. I was only left with one number to call, and I had no choice, I called that number too. She picked at the first ring, "Make this quick." She hissed, "You are interrupting."

"OOO what am I interrupting?" I teased.  She griped, "I'm tired, and I am in the middle of  a meeting, I'm going to hang up if you are playing dilly dallies." 

"Right." I told her the situation, and she answered without hesitation, "No problem, I know where they may be, not too sure but they actually planned this before hand, no time to explain but thanks for getting me out of this place, feels like hell." She groaned. "Meet you at Ems in five."

"Alright, thanks Sasha." I hung up the call and drove to Ems. 

Surprisingly, she was there quicker than me. Paul was driving, "Bro." He grunted the minute he got out, "Whatever  bullshit the girls are pulling better be worth yanking my ass out of my house." I smirked, "You mean bed."