Chapter 23 Dylan #2
“Found your hockey stuff,” she jokes, grabbing the extra hockey stick. She uses it like a sword, swinging the damn thing in the air.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I say, standing up. I grab the stick and pull her towards me. She jerks forward, laughing. “This is Scott’s. Not mine.”
“Ew,” she laughs, pulling off the gloves. She places it back in the bag. I set the hockey stick where it was. “Did you find something for us to play?”
I shake my head.
She stands, looking up at me with a soft smile. “Dylan?”
“Moo?”
She laughs, leaning against me. I catch her, taking a step back as she bears most of her weight on me.
“I want to know…” she trails off, looking up at me. “The girl you walked into the party with tonight. She’s really pretty.”
I grind my teeth, looking over her head. “Does it matter?”
She shrugs. “I guess that’s what I’m asking you.”
I shake my head. “Then no.” She’s looking past me quietly, so I ask, “Why?”
She takes a moment and then pulls away from me. “Don’t you ever feel like you’re not good enough?”
“Ce,” I shake my head.
She looks down. “It’s like no matter what you do, it’s never enough for people.”
“People are just people.”
She winces, closing her eyes. “So everyone’s just inconsiderate and selfish?”
I nod. “Sadly, yeah.”
She walks around me. “I refuse to believe that. I heard what Scott said to you, and even though he’s a dick, it sounds like he cares about you, so he’s on my good list now.”
I shake my head out of confusion. “What’s happening right now?”
She looks like she’s going to cry when she turns around and says, “I hate to be this person, but Dylan, you promised me that we were best friends, and then we had amazing sex.” Her eyes widen as her shoulders relax.
“Like the best sex I will ever have, and then it felt like you ghosted me, like I didn’t matter, like I didn’t exist. I’m sorry, but we have to talk about this.
I didn’t mind it at the time. I thought I could brush it off, but now that you’re right in front of me… ”
I stare at her, feeling my chest ache in the same way she’s confessing.
This past week felt like I was missing something.
But I pushed the feeling down because there’s no fucking way it was her.
I haven’t known her for that long, so how could there be an emptiness in my chest after just a few days of not talking to her?
I knew what I was missing was her, but I was too stubborn and prideful to admit it to myself, so I left it alone.
“Dylan?” she says again. “Are you listening to me?”
I look at her frantic eyes, and I don’t know what to say, so I walk towards her. She wipes her cheeks and takes a step back.
“What are you doing?” she asks with wide eyes, and now I’m confused.
“What?”
She shakes her head. “Don’t you have anything to say?”
I try to say something, but nothing comes out. “I––I––”
“You?”
I freeze, standing four feet away from her. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“Is this how you are with every girl you sleep with?”
“What?” I want to deny it, but by the look on her face, I think I’d be wrong. “You knew what this was. We agreed to be friends that fuck.”
“And that’s what I’m trying to talk to you about! You sleep with me, and then it was like you… You stopped being my friend. You’re treating me like just some other girl you’ve hooked up with. Am I wrong?”
“Why? Because I didn’t talk to you for a week?”
She starts to laugh sarcastically. “You disappeared on me, and then you show up with that girl––”
“You kissed Dane.”
She flinches, crossing her arms across her chest.
“You specifically told me that you were using me to learn how to give Dane the best blowjob, how to fuck Dane good. You are not innocent in this.”
“You really are an asshole,” she says, walking towards the front door.
“Where are you going?” I say, rolling my head.
“Home!”
I walk to the door in two strides and press my palm against it before she can open it.
She looks up at me and snarls, “Let me out of here!”
“You’re not leaving like this.”
“Like you care.”
“Of course I care, Ce.”
She gives up on the door and crosses her arms again. I hate myself for even thinking this, but fuck, she’s adorable when she’s mad. Her brows are furrowed, her lips are in a pout, and the glimmer in her eyes tells me everything I need to know. She cares.
“I want to go home,” she says.
I shake my head. “That’s not happening.”
“I’m definitely not––” she uncrosses her arms and pokes my chest, “–– staying. Here. With. You.”
Her cold finger does it. I grab her hand and intertwine my fingers with hers. She stares at me with wide eyes.
“I made a mistake, Cecily.”
Her hand is shaking in mine as she tries to pull away, but I keep my fingers locked.
“Because when I first saw you, I knew––”
“That I was–– what, Dylan? Someone special? Someone important? Someone worth knowing? Welcome to the fucking club!” she snaps, yanking her hand away from me.
Fuck.
I can’t say what I was thinking.
It’s not going to work.
“Cecily, you say those things like they’re bad.”
“No, they are bad! I’m just eye candy, Dylan.
People only want to use me. It’s like I have the phrase ‘USE ME’ written across my forehead.
And I worked so hard to become this likable person.
I built this personal brand, just trying to get people to fucking like me, but I’m just left with these odd, empty relationships that literally go nowhere.
And for once in my fucking life, I thought I met someone who––” She crosses her arms again. “Someone who actually liked me for me.”
“I didn’t use you, okay? And I do like you for you.
Look, I invited you to Rocky’s party that first time to show you that I have a life.
I tried inviting you to one of my games.
I’m a busy fucking person. I was trying to show you what my life is like, but I get it, you’re busy too.
You have your business and classes, and you’re just busy.
You take that win. The point I’m trying to make is that I still made time for you, and I made so much fucking time that I started failing my classes.
This past week, I’ve been studying my ass off, playing catch-up.
I’m sorry I didn’t text. I’m sorry for being a shitty friend while I was trying to make up for the classes I’m failing.
I don’t have a lot of time to make up for it. ”
She leans against the wall, grabbing her head. “I’m really drunk right now.”
Shit.
“Come sit down. I’ll get you water.”
She walks to the couch and lies down. I walk to the fridge and pour her a glass of water. I walk over and hand it to her. She takes a sip and says, “Am I babbling some depressing stuff?”
I almost laugh. “It’s okay, Ce. You’re drunk.”
She puts a hand on my cheek and says, “You’re a good friend.”
I can’t help it. I start to laugh.
She holds my face, admiring me. “I’m serious.” And then she says, “Can I lie down in your room?”
I laugh. “Sure. Yeah, but to warn you, I wasn’t expecting any visitors.”
I follow her down the hall and point to my bedroom door. She opens it and says, “You’ve seen mine, so it’s only fair that I see yours.”
I nod with a smile. “Yeah, that’s fair enough.”
We walk in, and I almost laugh at how dull my bedroom is.
“Impressed?” I ask.
She shakes her head, and we both laugh.
She sits on my bed, her curious eyes scan my room. “Do you have any secrets around here?”
I shrug.
She stands. “Oh my god. Do you have a box of your ex-girlfriend’s stuff?” She drops to the ground and looks under my bed. Luckily, there’s nothing under there. “I think you have a lost shirt under here.”
She sits on my bed and says, “Entertain me.”
I chuckle. “I thought you wanted to lie down?”
She shakes her head. “Not anymore. Dance for me or something.”
I shuffle my feet around as she watches. I extend my hand out. “Dance with me.”
“Without music?”
“Alexa, play music for us to dance to.”
She looks around the room to find the voice. And then the music starts playing loudly.
She turns to me. “Are you serious?”
I snap my fingers and move my feet. “You said you wanted to dance.”
And then we’re both moving our bodies to the beat. I can’t hear anything over the music because she turns the volume all the way up. She moves her hips to the beat, jumps on my bed a few times, and grinds against me. I keep it casual by following her lead.
After a few songs, she screams, “Alexa! Pause!”
Then we’re left in the silence of my room. She grabs my shoulders and forces me to sit on the edge of my bed. She climbs on top of me, and the scent of her perfume hits me all at once.
“What’re you doing now?” I ask, amused.
She bops my nose and hangs her hands around my neck. I sit further on my bed to make her more comfortable.
“Just catching my breath,” she says.
“Are you sober yet?”
She wipes her forehead and then wipes it on my cheek. “I’m sweating it out, smut.”
I stare at her, feeling the wetness on my cheek. The air makes it feel cool. I can’t help but smile.
“Are you really failing your classes?” she asks.
I place my hands on her back and say, “You’re quite the distraction.”
She laughs. “You’re blaming me?”
“Look, I…” I trail off, unable to find my words.
Her eyes widen. “Please continue your sentence, Etta.”
I nod. “I train with the guys already.”
Her brows raise. “Naturally. You’re an athlete.”
I inhale. “So, when I agreed to let you train me…” I widen my eyes to see if her drunk mind can piece it together.
She tilts her head. “You pushed yourself over the edge?”
I nod, gesturing my hand to encourage her to keep going. She looks at my hand and says, “Are we playing charades?”
I nod. “Keep going.”
“Okay, so you pushed yourself over the edge because…”
I nod, encouraging her.
“You like hanging out with me?”
I nod again, gesturing my hand faster.
“Because…” she trails off, looking into my eyes. “I’m like the bestest friend you’ve ever had.”
I nod, trying to get her to say more.
“And?”
I keep nodding.
She deflates. “You’re going to have to say it yourself because I don’t know.”
“Cecily,” I say. “I know what this is, what we agreed to. I also remember what you said earlier–– fuck.” I hear a truck in the driveway.
“What?”
“The guys are home.”
She shoots up to her feet and says, “Can we prank them?”
I shrug. “And do what?”
She starts pacing, trying to think. Then she covers her mouth. “Let’s pretend we’re hooking up in Scott’s bed.”
I scoff. “What?”
Her eyes widen. “How mad would you be if you came home and Scott was in your bed with a girl?”
She reaches for me and pulls my shirt off. “We’ll keep the rest of our clothes on. Come on!”
We run out of my bedroom, shut the door, and then I point at Scott’s room. We run in, and I close the door behind us. I listen for the front door, and we both rush to his unmade bed.
She rests on all fours and points behind her. I pull her ass to my dick, enjoying the feeling of her against me.
Fuck, I wish this were real. I glance at her smiling face and gently place my hands on her hips. It takes everything in me not to roam my fingers across her backside.
She lets out a loud, dramatic moan, and it takes everything in me not to laugh. I pinch the bridge of my nose, listening for footsteps down the hall. There aren’t any yet, so I take the moment to admire her. Fuck, I can’t help it. I start rubbing her side.
She smacks my hands and whispers, “Focus!”
I start thrusting against her, and the fake moan turns into a soft sigh as she rubs her ass against me.
I lean down and whisper, “You’re so naughty.”
She pushes my chest upright as the doorknob turns. I pick up my pace, putting on a good show. Cecily moans loudly just as the door swings open.
Scott and Westley stand in the hallway, staring in.
“What the fuck!” Scott roars, and I stop thrusting to laugh at the horror on his face. “On my fucking bed!?”
Cecily squeals when Scott runs in to scare us off. She stands on his bed, and his eyes take us in. It finally registers that we’re fully clothed and we’re not actually fucking on his bed.
“Got him!” Cecily shouts, high-fiving me. Then fist-bumping mine. And she starts hooting in his face.
Scott stares wildly at her. I don’t think his mind has caught up to reality. Cecily jumps off the bed and stumbles onto the ground laughing. I watch her roll around hysterically.
“She’s still drunk, I see,” Scott murmurs.
Westley is smiling at her on the ground.
Scott says, “I swear to God, if you fucked on my bed––”
“We’re fucking with you, man. Chill.”
His eyes do a one over on me, so I say, “Touch my dick. I’m not even hard.”
That’s a lie. I’m definitely hard, but I say it to distract him from Cecily on the ground.
Scott scoffs. “I’m not touching your fucking dick! Get out of my room!”
I chuckle as Cecily stands up and skips over to Westley. “Was that good, Westley? Was it believable?”
Westley nods, amused by her. He looks at her mouth, so I usher her down the hall. “Okay. Fun and games are over now. Boys have a bedtime.”
Scott walks into the hallway and calls out, “Hey! None of that shit under my roof, understood?”
Cecily giggles. “Good night, Scotty.”
I shrug, following her into my bedroom and shut the door behind me.
She turns around and starts laughing and squealing.
“We got him so good!” She grabs my chest as if I’m wearing a shirt, except I am not, so she scratches me.
I glance down at her fist on my chest. She pulls it back and winks at me like she did that one time at the gym.
Her winks really give off old man energy.
I smirk. “Okay, old man.”
She throws her head back and laughs. Then she falls onto my bed and says, “You owe me candy, smut.”
I turn off the light and say, “Good night, moo.”