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Cool off -Presley's POV

Presley's POV-

I wasn't trying to turn Dylan into a bad kid, I really and truly wasn't. I wasn't trying to be a bad influence on him to make him rebel against his family or anything of that sort. I just wanted to show him that he can have fun. Life is pointless without the sweet and fun parts in it. He was eighteen, not thirty. He was acting like his life was already over and it hadn't really even began yet.

The boy was heading to a life full of severe debilitating depression and an early grave. At the rate he was going, he was either going to die from an early heart attack from all the stress he puts himself under or one day he'd finally decide to kill himself to get out of the real life hell that he put himself in. Dylan was far too good for that. He was a good guy and he had so many opportunities before him... If only he'd open his eyes and realize that he deserves more than to be his parent's robot.

In all honesty, Dylan reminded me that life can be better. Life can be sweet and precious; it doesn't always have to be so bitter. Dylan embodied the good in the world to me. He was a good guy who needed help. I was not a good girl, but I still needed help... Dylan seemed to be holding out his hand for me, so the only thing that I could do was extend my hand similarly to him.

As I looked in the mirror, I traced my eyes over my figure. My eye was still swollen and bruised but with the decent amount of sleep that I had gotten, my dark circles were faded and in turn it made my black eye less grotesque looking. My pale skin was sickly looking and would definitely benefit from the beach trip.

The outfit I had on was simple, at that moment it just consisted of some denim shorts and I was trying to decide on what shirt to wear over my black bikini. When I bought the bikini, I was unsure if I'd ever even wear it. I never really ever went to the beach and my lack of real friends meant that I wasn't really invited to pool parties or anything. I was supposed to be just the girl to invite to wild parties and do illegal things with, not to have fun and splash away a day in the water with.

That being said, since I wasn't sure if I'd ever get to wear it, I hadn't put too much thought into the design of the suit. I should have stuck with a one piece or tankini. The bikini was much more modest than most of the other ones that I could find at the time. It was designed more of like a tank top that was tied up in the front to reveal my abs. It even had thick tank top like straps. Even though it was more modest than any other bikini that I could find, I was still nervous to wear it. In fact, I was downright uncomfortable with the prospect of wearing it at the public beach.

I might have been known as the 'whore' of the school, but in all honesty, I was still a virgin. My daddy issues and the fear of getting close to anyone because of my crazy mom, made me too terrified to let anyone even touch me... much less, fuck me. I was unsure of where the rumors started and how they got so crazy, but they ran wild and now apparently I have fucked almost all of the guys in school...

Same with the drugs, you try pot once with some stoner kids and now apparently I'm addicted to heroine. Oxy, sure, I'd definitely take a couple pills just to mellow out, but actually shooting up hard drugs? No thanks. I wasn't sure how or when my reputation got so out of control, but all I know was that according to them, I was one fucked up girl. To be fair, I was a fucked up girl... just not in the ways they were saying.

The truth didn't matter and sometimes even I'd forget that I was more than the things that had been said about me. Just like Dylan... I turned into exactly what people told me to be. Even when I wasn't a wild child and didn't do things to get into trouble, I was taking the fall for half the shit that other people did or framed me for. In my view, if I was going to get into trouble anyways, might as well do something to get in trouble for. I might say that I do what I want, but that's not true. I was exactly the same as Dylan except in the exact opposite way. I was a fucking hypocrite and poser.