14. Chapter 14
Chapter 14
Dylan
Easton is such a prick. How can he make me cum so fucking hard and say all the things he said to me for the last two days, then kick me to the curb like I’m the next bitch? I wanted to punch him so hard in his beautiful pierced cock. That man has me all sorts of fucked up lately.
I leave class, not remembering anything the professor was teaching for the last ninety minutes and walk to my car, ready for the day to be over. I have a shit ton of fucking homework and a paper to write on the mind of a serial killer. I really want to research ‘The Carver’, but I was told he was off limits, so I’m choosing ‘Jack the Ripper’ and spending the remainder of the night in my room with junk food and soda researching this guy.
Arms wrap around my waist and I damn near jump out of my skin.
“Woah, babe. It’s just me.” Carter laughs, kissing the top of my head. I roll my eyes wishing they were tattooed arms wrapped around me instead. I take a deep breath and put on a show, spinning in his hold and giving him a quick kiss. He grabs my ass trying to deepen the kiss but I pull away.
“I’m in a rush, babe. What’s up?” I ask, but he doesn’t give me an answer. Instead, he moves closer, entwining his hands into my hair, kissing down my throat and nipping at my jaw. All this PDA is making me extremely uncomfortable and wanting to crawl out of my skin.
“Carter, baby, I have an appointment I’m late for. I gotta run.” I lie, pushing away from his embrace.
“I just missed you, babe. I thought we could get dinner tonight and chill.” He says.
“I can’t, I’ve got a paper due and haven’t started it. Rain check?” I say, leaning up to kiss him on the nose.
“Sure babe. Call me later when you take a break,” he says, walking backwards. I blow him a kiss before turning around, continuing the walk to my car, suddenly feeling eyes on me. I fucking can’t stand this shit. I always feel like I’m being watched and it’s making me fucking paranoid. Finally making it to my car, I stop in my tracks, tears fill my eyes as I see the words ‘Gang Bang Whore’ written across my car in spray paint. I look around and see people whispering and giggling. I need to get the fuck out of here. Unlocking my door, I get in and slide the key into the ignition, except she won’t turn over. Fuck. I smash my hand on the steering wheel as people continue to stare at me. Taking out my phone, I text Bentley.
Me: You still at Uni?
Benny: Na, why? What's wrong?
Fuck, I can’t tell him. Shit, what do I say?
Me: Just want to see if you want to hang out before I have to start my paper.
I lie. I’m always fucking lying.
Benny: Sorry sister. I’m kind of in the middle of something.
Me: Eww. Tell Amy I’ll text her later lol.
Benny: What is with you people? But she said okay.
Fuck. Well, now I can’t call Amy and Ava is in a study sesh for the next four hours. I can’t call any of Fatal, except maybe Easton. Fuck. I'm going to have to tell him something. Fuck. I hate this shit. But here goes nothing.
Me: I need your help!
I wait a few seconds, looking around at people still gawking at me causing my skin to literally crawl. I refuse to get out of this car until someone comes to get me. My phone pings, it’s him.
Easton: You want more of my fingers, Hellcat?
Me: Jesus Christ you’re such a pig. I actually need fucking help, but I need you to not question shit and then let it fucking go.
Easton: Where are you? No games D. Just tell me where you are.
Me: Crying in my car.
Easton: Gotta be more specific than that since you have your location off. I swear to God one day I’m going to…nevermind. Drop your pin.
Me: Dropped. Please don’t yell at me. And please do not ask questions. I’m begging you.
Easton: We’ll see. I’ll be there in 5.
Me: Thanks.
I wipe my tears because, fuck this. Why am I letting these fucks get to me? I just want to bury this. Act like it never fucking happened. They got what they wanted. Why can’t they leave me the fuck alone? I lean my head against the steering wheel and close my eyes.
I must have drifted off because the sudden pounding on my window jolts me awake and I look to see Easton standing there with his hands clenched into fists at his side. Shit. He’s big mad. I unlock the door and he swings it open as I cower away, but he grabs me roughly, causing me to scream. He puts a hand over my mouth.
“Hellcat, I swear to God, stop. I would never fucking hurt you. But I’m fucking livid right now. I need you to do exactly what you are told with no attitude, or so help me God, I will destroy your car. I’m seconds away from this place becoming a massacre.” He growls and I nod my head as he removes his hand from my mouth. Helping me out of the car, I get to my feet and walk over to his passenger seat and stop in my tracks.
I spin on him and the look he gives me is murderous. I’m ready to walk home at this point, but he opens the back door and I get in, seething. Bianca Pierce is sitting in the front seat, with her perfectly manicured fingers and freshly cut hair looking like she walked out of a Sports Illustrated magazine, wearing a short skirt and halter top.
Easton’s eyes never leave mine as he rounds the car and climbs in. He looks in the rearview mirror at me and smirks. This mother fucker. He puts the car in gear and we leave the university without another word. I watch as this bitch’s hands slide into his lap, caressing his thigh. I wish I had some string. I’d love to choke the life out of her. I take my phone out. I need to text Amy with this shit.
Me: Bianca and Easton are back together?
Almost immediately.
Amy: Girl. I don’t know what is going on, but I heard whispers that she’s pregnant and it's his.
My whole fucking heart drops. I look up at the mirror and his eyes connect with mine as tears fall. His eyes narrow, but I refuse to look away until he does. A second later, those chocolate eyes are gone, looking at the road ahead of him. I wipe my tears and continue to text Amy as the happy couple talk.
Me: Holy shit! Easton’s a dad? That’s wild.
Amy: I don’t like her and I hate that she will be a part of our group.
Me: Well, I wish them nothing but the best.
I lie, needing to get out of this car and away from him. I feel like I’m suffocating in here with his scent all over me and the smell of her cheap perfume. I didn’t realize, until this moment, how much I actually care about him. My heart hurts as I look up at him again and he’s already looking at me, brow raised, as I continue to let the tears fall. Last night was it for us. There will never be an us . Why did I ever think there would be? He won’t even fuck me. Even his drunk words mean fuck all now.
The car comes to a stop and I rush out the door, practically running to the front door of my house. Trying to key in the code, my eyes blur from the tears when I feel him grab me. I spin on him.
“Get away from me.” I growl. His eyes widen and he takes a step back. I open the door and turn to shut it in his face, but not before spewing,
“Have a nice life with your baby mama,” I spit, slamming the door in his face. Locking it, I fall to the ground and sob. My fucking heart is in pieces. Between the shit on my car and now this, my chest is so tight, it’s hard to breathe. I find the strength to get up from the floor and make it up to my room. My phone keeps pinging. I know it’s him, so I shut it off, climb into my bed and cry myself to sleep.
Hours later, I wake up to tapping on my glass. I ignore it, rolling over to turn my phone back on. So many fucking text messages come through, but I don’t have the energy to read them. Getting out of bed, I see Easton’s face in my window and I walk over, grab the string and drop the blinds in his face. The growl that leaves his throat makes the window shudder. I’m not sure if my mom is home or not so I go down for something to eat and see her sitting in the living room watching TV.
“Dylan, is that you honey?” She yells. Taking a deep breath, I walk into the livingroom and sit next to her.
“Want to tell me what the hell happened? Your car gets towed here and I see those nasty words written across the driver’s side. What is that?” She questions. Fuck. I thought Easton was smarter than that.
“It’s nothing. Some kids at school got the wrong car. I’ll pay to get it fixed.” I lie.
“Interesting. So you don’t know who did this? Why didn’t you call the police and make a report?” She continues to question. Typical mom, always in detective mode instead of being caring.
“It’s fine, mom. They had the wrong car. It’s just that simple.” I answer, trying to end this interrogation before getting up to go back to my room. Well, my appetite is ruined.
“If something happened, just tell me, because that is a pretty big accusation written across your car.” She says, but I ignore her.
“Dylan St. James! Don’t fucking walk away from me while I’m speaking to you.” She scolds, sounding ever so motherly.
“I have a paper to write and a mountain of homework to do, the car is the least of my problems.” I mumble back, walking up the stairs. She doesn’t say shit else because, if she really did care, she would have asked the correct questions, which she failed to do.
Getting back to my room, I grab my phone and see at least fifty missed text messages and calls from Easton. I just can’t with him. I need to act like he doesn’t exist. Just brush everything aside and act like it never fucking happened. I’m not in the mood to write this paper, either. I lost all motivation to do anything. Another text comes through. Opening up the thread, I see he is losing his ever loving mind.
Easton: Please talk to me.
Easton: I don’t like to see you cry like that.
Easton: Please Hellcat.
Easton: You’re lucky Eleana is home.
Easton: Lock me out, it’s fine.
Easton: Stop playing games, talk to me.
Easton: I’m seconds away from breaking your window and you can explain to your mom why it's broken.
Easton: Dylan, so help me, god.
Needing him to shut the fuck up, I decide to reply before he blows up my phone again.
Me: There’s nothing to talk about. You’re having a baby and that’s it. Have a wonderful life.
Easton: You don’t get to decide this is done. Just because she says she’s pregnant doesn’t mean I’m with her.
Me: Don’t care. I’m no homewrecker.
Easton: Just stop.
Me: No, you stop. I’m your best friend’s little sister that you won’t even fuck. This is nothing. Just let it fucking go.
Easton: What if I told you that I don’t care about any of that?
Me: I’d call you a fucking liar.
Easton: Why won’t you talk to me in person? I can’t stand not being able to see your eyes.
Me: Go look in her eyes. Just leave me alone.
Easton: No! I won’t. I’m not finished with you!
Me: Well, I am with you. Oh, and thanks for bringing my car home. I thought you would have been smarter than that.
Easton: You will never be done with me because if it was that easy, your eyes would have never shown me how hurt you were in the car. Who told you anyway?
Me: Doesn’t matter.
Easton: It does. It matters a lot. Speaking of your car, I will get it fixed. I didn’t think about your mom being home. That’s my fuck up. But you need to talk about what happened.
Me: I don’t need to do shit. Are we done? I have things to do. Don’t you have a crib to buy?
Easton: So help me, God!
Me: Goodbye Easton.
Easton: No, this is not goodbye.
Oh, but it is. I open his contact and click block as tears stream down my face. Taking a deep breath, I shut off my light, put my phone on charge and cry myself to sleep for the second time today.