Chapter 19 Dylan
Dylan
The way that Rocky is wrapping his stick has me concerned, but I know better than to say anything.
Scott gives me a death glare, so I know whatever the fuck is going on with those two, I need to stay the hell out of it.
Westley never has drama, so I nod at him.
He just looks at me, too, and I don’t think I want to know what the fuck is going on anymore. I focus on putting on my gear and hype myself for the game.
I have a bit of downtime, so I check my phone, surprised to see Cecily has texted me.
Cecily: Coming to Rocky’s tonight
Cecily: See you there
That’s not fucking normal, but I don’t think much about it.
Maybe she wants to suck my dick again. The thought of coming in her mouth again makes me put my phone away.
I shake off the thought, leaving the locker room to hit the ice and do some stretches.
My ankle’s not fully healed, so I’m warming the bench for the night.
I can tell Rocky has some shit going on. During the game, I watched him throw punches with a few guys and score three times. He’s on fire, but not in a good way. He’s got demons, and I know we’ll see them come out to play at the party tonight.
Just as I assumed, Rocky is screaming for the entire party to hear. He’s taking body shots off of Michelle Swift, and when he starts munching on her cleavage, I drink the rest of my beer and ignore it.
Hands cover my eyes, and instead of panicking, I relax. I smell her perfume, the softness of her palms.
“Guess who?” she whispers.
“A cow,” I say, and she pushes me. I laugh, turning around. “Hey, Moo.”
She has a tall blonde friend analyzing our interaction, unamused. Then our eyes meet, and she smiles.
“You must be Dylan,” the blonde says.
I glance at Cecily, then back at her. “Want a drink?”
“Yes.”
“Ce?” I question, raising a brow at her.
She shakes her head, and her friend tugs on her hand. “Ce, you promised one drink!”
Cecily closes her eyes. “I did, but I’m breaking that promise.”
The blonde moans. “No! No! You swore!”
Cecily looks at me, but I’m not saving her. Then she pleads with her eyes, so I say, “You don’t want to see Ce drunk.”
The blonde scoffs. “So, hockey boy gets to see you drunk, and I can’t.”
Ce pleads. “You know why, Alix.”
“Fuck it!” Alix says, turning to me. She grabs my arm and tugs me through the crowd. “Is Ce always this much of a prude?”
I don’t reply. I walk her to the table of drinks, and when Scott and Rocky see a new face on my arm, all their attention is on me.
“Who’s this?” Rocky says, eyeing her tits.
“Who’s your new friend, Dylan?” Scott asks, licking his lips.
Cecily walks up from behind us. “Everyone, this is my best friend, Alix. Alix with an i. And this is Rocky, Scott, and Dylan.”
Alix releases me and says, “Is Ce always this much of a party pooper?”
Rocky glances at Ce now and takes a swig of his beer. “Listen to your friend, Ce. Take a shot.”
Cecily shakes her head, leaning on the table. Fuck, she looks hot. She’s wearing low-riding jeans and a crop top, accentuating her tight, small frame. Her tits have no bra, and her hair lies past her ribcage.
“Come on, Ce,” Scott taunts.
Alix grabs two shots from Rocky, and when Ce refuses the shot, Alix takes both of them.
Rocky puts an arm around Alix and pulls her away. Cecily’s eyes track them as they cross the living room through people. I stand beside Cecily and watch them.
“You brought your real best friend,” I say.
She nods. “Is that a problem?”
I shake my head, my eyes meeting hers. “No.”
She watches me with those pretty brown eyes. “But?”
“You don’t come to these things,” I point out.
Cecily shrugs. “Alix does, and look, mission accomplished.”
Alix glances over at us while talking to Rocky. Alix makes a face when our eyes meet.
“She knows, doesn’t she?” I ask, sipping my beer, turning around. I don’t want to see Alix’s face right now. The girl definitely knows Ce and I are fucking.
Ce shrugs. “I told her that it was a one-time thing and that we are good friends.”
I look at the ground. “That’s good to know.”
“No, idiot. That’s just what I told her. I don’t need her thinking there’s anything here.”
I shrug. “There isn’t.”
“Exactly.”
“Is she the type to hook up?” I ask, knowing that Rocky is about to kiss her.
Cecily shrugs. “She does have daddy issues.”
“So, you bring your best friend, and she ditches you. Now what?” I take another sip of my beer and watch her eyes roam the party.
Then they land on me as she says, “I’m hanging out with you.”
I smile, finishing my beer. “I’m about to walk away.”
“Okay.” Her eyes flick to mine again, and I shrug. Can’t have her counting on me to entertain her all night. I came for a beer, to hang with the guys, and I’m probably going to head out soon. I’ll wait to see if Rocky takes Alix upstairs.
Scott claps my shoulders, raising his brows. I don’t acknowledge his silent question about Cecily. Instead, I walk away from her. Scott eyes her down and then squeezes my shoulder.
“How’s the ankle?” he asks.
“Good.”
“I fucking hope so! Cookie Monster filling in for you isn’t doing the damn job.” He nods behind me, still keeping his eyes on Ce. “What’s going on with your girl?”
I grab his shoulders and point his head to the kegs. “The only thing I’m doing tonight is a keg stand.”
“So, you can’t fucking be my wingman?”
I start setting up the keg. “For who? Who the fuck do you have your eyes on now?”
He shakes his head. “Who the fuck do you think?” He looks at Cecily again.
I look at her, and she’s staring at her phone. “Damn, bro. She’s not going to fuck you.”
Scott laughs. “How do you know that? Hmm?”
I grab the thing for my mouth and look him in the eye. “Because I asked her.”
He cackles. “Fuck you, Dylan. No, you didn’t.”
I shrug, nodding at the group of girls. “How about Poppy or Tori, huh? Daisy?”
He cracks his neck. “When you gonna admit you’re fucking obsessed with Ce?”
I scratch my face, looking at his stupid fucking expression. This was never about him wanting her; he’s saying all of this to get me to admit something.
“You fucking with me?” I ask, and he laughs, hitting my chest.
He starts mocking, “Dylan gets so mad and worked up whenever I talk about his bestie.”
“Chill the fuck out, man. If you wanna shoot your shot, then fucking go for it. Now hold up my fucking legs.”
I kick my legs up, and he holds the piece in my mouth, opening the lever to give me beer. A crowd forms around us, shouting, “Chug! Chug! Chug!”
Scott shoots my chest with the fucking beer, soaking my shirt as my feet land on the ground.
“You’re welcome, ladies!” Scott shouts.
Amber starts howling first. “Take it off! Take it off!”
I take the wet shirt off and throw it at her face because she’s staring and laughing hard.
I shove Scott to go next, but Daisy puts a hand on my arm and says, “Will you hold me up?”
I nod. “Yeah. Scott, I’ll get her legs.”
“I’ll get her mouth.”
Daisy blushes as Amber whistles, “Get it, girl!”
Double D kicks her legs up, and I swear her tits bounce down to her chin.
Jesus Christ. Scott looks up at me, asking if I saw that, too.
I ignore him, holding her legs up. Shortly after, she’s kicking her legs, trying to get down.
Once she’s back on her feet, she’s fixing her cleavage, and I don’t bother to look.
“Amber,” I shout. “I’m going to hold Scott up. You know what to do?”
Amber nods, blushing as she walks over.
Scott does a handstand, and I barely have to hold him up as Amber releases beer into his mouth.
When he gets down, Amber takes my revenge and soaks his shirt.
Now Scott is tearing off his wet shirt, revealing his abs.
She starts eye-fucking him, and I hear Rocky in the distance saying it’s his turn.
Rocky walks over without Alix, so Scott says as he dries himself, “Where’s the blonde?”
Rocky shakes his head, not answering, and does a keg stand. Everyone waits in line, and a group of girls giggle and spray each other’s shirts. My cue to walk away.
I dip out before another idiot can say truth or dare in Rocky’s room.
When I’m heading for the exit, Alix grabs me to the side.
“Where are you going?” she asks, and I look around for Cecily.
Alix grins. “I ditched her outside. Are you really leaving right now?”
I nod. “Yeah, I’m going home.”
She tilts her head at me, playing with her hair. “Are you––”
“No,” I answer, shaking my head. I don’t care what the hell she’s about to ask, and I should stay out of whatever game she’s going to play. I step out into the front, but she follows me.
“You don’t even know what I was going to ask,” she says, but it doesn’t matter.
I shrug, picking up my pace.
“Ce never mentioned that you were a dick,” Alix says. “So, you must really like her.”
My feet stop, and I glance at Alix, who’s had a little too much to drink. She walks up to me and places her hand on my chest. “Come on, Dylan.”
“What do you want?” I ask. Her eyes are blue, her face is covered in cakey makeup, and she smells like eucalyptus, which is not appealing at all.
She shrugs. “Just wanna get to know who my best friend is hanging out with.”
I open my arms, shrugging her hands off me. “Here I am.”
She snarks, “You’re not her type, you know.”
I look back at the party, wondering if Ce is looking for her drunk friend yet. “Yeah, I know.”
“So, you know that she’s obsessed with my brother?” Alix asks.
Trick question, I assume. So, I don’t respond.
“And you know that one day she’s going to be my sister-in-law, and I don’t need you in the mix ruining that.”
I stare at her, not knowing what her deal is. I’m not going to ruin anything, but I don’t say that.
“Ce is going places in case you haven’t noticed. And when she realizes that she never needed college, she’ll realize that she was too good for you, and all you’ll be is a nobody. Just the boy she fucked a few times and meant nothing.”
I stare at her, trying to figure out what her problem is. Everything she’s saying doesn’t hurt me like she thinks it will. Cecily and I are friends first. And that’s what matters.
“Hey, frick! There you are!” Cecily calls out from the door. “Why are you out here…” Cecily’s words die. “Hey, Dylan.” She glances down at me. “Are you leaving?”
I clench my jaw, staring at Alix’s smile. What a manipulative, controlling, rich snob. I look at Cecily and can’t help but judge that this is her best friend.
“Yeah,” I say, stepping back from Alix.
“Good talk,” Alix whispers, clenching her nose up high.
I start walking just as Cecily says, “What did you talk to him about?”
I don’t hear Alix respond.
“Dylan!” Cecily catches up to me and stops in front of me. “Can you take us home?”
“You didn’t drive?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No, and I really need to leave. Like now. It’ll throw off my entire routine for the week again, and––”
“Okay,” I say, turning around.
Cecily waves at Alix and says, “He’s going to take us home.”“Already,” Alix groans. “No! What about Rocky?”
Cecily shrugs. “What about him?”
Alix widens her eyes, so I say, “With Rocky, play hard to get. And there’s a party here again next weekend if you want to come.” I give her an evil grin. “Oh, and invite that brother of yours, yeah?”
Alix glares at me. Fuck, she’s a mean girl. I look at Cecily now, judging her choice in friends.
Alix groans again dramatically. “Fine. Fine. Next weekend I’ll bring Dane, and you, sir.” She pokes my cheek. “You put in a good word for me with Rocky.”
I walk to my truck and wonder whether I should. Rocky won’t care, but I will. I don’t need her tainting anything else in my life. Because by the looks of it, Cecily is excited for what’s to come.
They both sit in the backseat, talking about shit I can’t hear. They’re giggling, taking pictures of each other, and acting like I’m an Uber driver.
I pull up to Cecily’s place, and Alix gets out first. Cecily calls, “I’ll meet you inside.”
That surprises me, so I look in my rearview mirror at Ce, wondering what this is about. Alix’s death glares at me as Cecily leans forward.
Cecily rests her chin on her hand, looking at me in the mirror. “So.”
The truck door closes, and Alix is walking up the stairs.
“So?” I question, confused about why she’s letting her friend walk alone into her apartment right now.
She smiles, and I can smell her lip gloss. “Thanks for the ride.”
I nod. “That’ll be twenty dollars.”
She scoffs, pushing my shoulder, and laughs. “Frick off, Dylan.”
I stare into the mirror, wondering what she’s going to say next. She takes a moment to think. Her smile drops as she looks out the window.
Then she says, “You made it kind of obvious about Dane.”
“Did I?” I ask.
Her eyes flare. “Yeah, and I’m trying to be subtle about it. I don’t need her mad at me.”
I bite my lip and readjust my grip on the steering wheel. “Don’t keep your friend waiting too long.”
“You’re right,” she says, scooting over the seat. “Will you be able to come to the gym this week? Your ankle seems to be better.”
I nod. “It is. I’ll see you on Monday.”
She smiles, lighting up. “Yes! Okay. Monday!”
She runs up to her apartment, and I watch to make sure she gets in safely. Before she opens the door, she turns around and waves.
I wave back and drive off.
I can still smell her lip gloss, remembering what it tastes like. And then I hear Alix’s condescending tone when she tells me that Cecily is going places and will be her sister-in-law. Cecily has no clue that’s been her best friend’s plan all along.
Not that I care what the future holds all that much. I meant it when I said that Cecily will make an amazing mother, and whoever she marries will be a lucky man.
Yet, I’m getting a rise thinking about Dane coming to the party next weekend. And to think that Cecily is using me for practice to impress this dumb rich kid…
It.
Pisses.
Me.
Off.