Chapter Fifteen
The Day After
The chirping sound of my mobile ringing somewhere in the room woke me up the next morning. I groaned tapping searchingly along the sheets until I found it.
“You’d better be dying,” I croaked.
“I hope you look better, than what you sound like Chloe,”
I hanged up on Ethan; I couldn't stand him this early in the morning.
“Chloe?”
Tom waited at my door, his eyes widening as he stared at the painted walls surrounding him. “Ethan’s on the phone,” he turned to me before walking out, “Good luck when your mom finds out,” he chuckled.
I pressed the phone to my ear ignoring his departure, “What do you want?”
“You and Dylan,” said Ethan, and by his tone of voice it was easy for me to picture him waggling his eyebrows.
“You’re such a girl,” I scolded him, as memories from last night began to muddle my thoughts.
Dylan had dropped me home afterwards and I was surprised when I felt how quickly the trip back had passed. We had talked, filling every moment of silence with questions or arguments in which neither of us seemed to end up agreeing to. He hadn’t kissed me again which helped the conflicting emotions inside of me to settle. However I had caught him more than once stealing glances at me, or reaching out to stroke my hand, a small smile playing at his lips.
“How was it?!” persisted Ethan.
I sighed, “Honestly, go ring Leela you two have a very vivid imagination and will manage to develop something better than the real thing,”
“A little of inside scoop could help,”
“Since when did you become such a gossip monger?”
He snorted, making me smile which made me realize how little I had seen him during the past few days. “It’ll give me something to talk about with Leela today,” he said.
“Sure. And what do you mean by today? You two have plans without me?” I gasped faking outrage.
“You’ll be too caught up with pretty boy to spend time with us,”
“You'd better inform me later on Carter,” I hanged up.
Stretching I opened the windows and turned around to see the room before me, last night’s clothes were in a pile behind the door, the school bag with books forgotten at the foot of the bed. Leaving aside the total chaos of my room, I waltzed into the bathroom prepared to take a shower.
I was rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when I heard it, the same chirping sound as a while ago. I reached slowly towards it, not caring the damage my wet hands could cause on the phone.
“I’m on my way to your house,” said Dylan.
I choked, spitting the water that dripped to my mouth, “You’re wait, what?”
He chuckled, “Coming to get you,”
“Why?”
“You’ll soon find out. By the way…” He made the briefest pause, where I could almost imagine him smirking, “are you in the shower?”
Blushing I tried to come up with something to say, with anything to say.
“See you soon Dylan,” but before I hanged up, I heard him laugh from the other end of the phone.
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Eight Letters. Three Words.
Teen Fiction"I don't feel anything towards Dylan Miller." Leela nodded, combing through the messy knots in my hair. "Whatever you say." "I'm serious!" "Look, just try not to move so much this time," she said, making me feel happy as she dropped the subject. "...
