Rock, Paper, Scissors

"you think I'm pretty?"-

"Where are we going?" I asked Dylan as he still had his hand clasped around mine as he led me out of the party.

"Anywhere you'd like to go, Sila," he glanced to look at me. "But wait."

To my surprise, Dylan took off his jacket and put it around my shoulders. "Its quite chilly, don't wanna catch a cold."

I couldn't help but flush at such a gentle gesture. "Thanks."

But deep down I knew, it was the revealing shirt I was wearing, so I buttoned up the jeans jacket he had put on me, covering whatever cleavage I was showing.

"Want to grab some milkshake?" He shrugged. "Ugh like it sounds lame but.."

"Sure, i'd love some," I smiled widely more than happy to spend time with him. He nodded and we both walked together to the nearest diner we could find. The heels were making my feet hurt because I wasn't exactly used to wearing them, but I was also not going to take any chances by seeming lame to Dylan.

"So, did your girlfriend not come tonight?" I asked, trying to dig in for information.

"Heh, about that," Dylan chuckled nervously and I noticed his ears went pink. "I don't have one."

So Darna was right afterall.

"Why would you lie about something like that?" I asked, hiding the joy in my voice.

We both entered the diner and it was quite empty for a saturday night. I ordered a strawberry milkshake while Dylan ordered a chocolate one and we took our seats.

"I wasn't lying," he shrugged. "Was more like not telling the truth."

I chuckled. "It means the same thing."

"Not quite," he explained with a sly look.

Shaking my head, "Lying is lying. There is no explanation to that whatsoever."

"Okay, i am not going to argue with you," he smiled taking a sip of his milkshake that the waitress had just brought us. "But yeah, I dont know why I lied."

"No one ever lies without a reason," I said softly my mind darting to John Miller. 'Dont dress slutty' he had said to me. Either he was way too honest or he was just an asshole. I decided to go with the latter.

"I did like this girl, but it never worked out," he sighed. "Maybe that is why I just told everyone I had a girlfriend."

"Hmm," I took a huge sip. "Makes sense."

"Does it?" He chuckled at the suspicious look on my face.

"Not really," I laughed.

There was an awkward silence between us and Dylan started tapping his fingers on the table. I couldn't help but notice how nice his hands were and so much different than John's. They seemed so soft and warm while Miller's were strong and calloused. Why the fuck did I keep comparing them?

"What are you thinking about?" Dylan's voice snapped me out of my daze.

Quickly, i shook my head. "Nothing."

"You sure, partner?"

I nodded in reply and pulled out my phone to check if I had any texts from Darna or Penny, none. It was almost midnight, they should have texted me by then.

"You want me to take you home?" Dylan offered, taking me by surprise. "If that is allright with you."

"No, I don't want to be a bother."

"Its late," he said getting on his feet. Dylan paid for the milkshakes despite me arguing to let myself pay for mine. "I can walk you home."

It was going to be a long walk, since I wore freaking, fucking heels. I wanted him to walk me home but I would probably lose a tea walking all the way. What the fuck was I supposed to do? I did what any girl would, said yes.

Sila: Girls, Dylan is taking me home.

I pressed send quickly, sending that text in the whatsapp group.

As soon as we stepped out the diner, my heel caught in the footpath pavement and snapped making me land on my butt.

"Fuck," I shrieked as I felt a pang of agony shoot up my back.

"You okay?!" Dylan rushed to my aid and grabbed me by my arms. Heat rose to my face as I felt like a total fool embarrassing myself. Screw these heels.

"Can you stand?" he said gently helping me up but pain shot up my leg.

"I-I can't," I cried, tears welling up in my eyes unable to withstand the pain.

"Let me see," he spoke softly kneeling down next to me. I felt his soft hands remove my heels and it weirdly sent a jolt through my body. His hands were so gentle and watching him examine my foot like that did things to me I was too afraid for him to see.

He took my foot in his palms and slowly tried to move it. My eyes watered with pain and I let out a groan.

"Fuck. It hurts!"

"Yeah, I think you twisted your ankle," Dylan sighed and pulled out his phone typing something into it quickly.

"What are you doing?" I sniffed, wiping away my tears. Did not want him to see me cry and think I was such a pussy.

"Calling us an uber, you clearly can't walk like that," he looked at me and that intense stare had me melted. We both held our gaze for a couple minutes when he suddenly looked away. I could have sworn we had a moment as fast as my heart was racing.

Dylan glanced back at me and reached out his hand. My breathing slowed and I felt myself trembling, not quite sure why. His thumb grazed my cheek wiping my tear away. The touch was so subtle and sweet, it made me instantly soften for him.

"You know I have always watched you in class," he blurted out and I opened my mouth to reply but no words escaped my lips. "You were always so concentrated. It was intriguing."

"Huh?"

"I would think to myself, such a pretty girl, but also so smart," his fingers brushed my hair behind my ear giving my entire body goosebumps. My ears were thumping as was my heart against my chest.

Dylan gazed deeply into my eyes and they seemed nothing like John's. They were brown and felt like I was drowning in the sunset, while John's made me feel like I was swimming in an ocean so blue.

There was something different about the way he looked at me. I couldn't quite put a finger on it yet.

"You think I am pretty?" I asked, biting my lip trying to hide my smile. God knows how long I had been sprawled on the ground with a bad ankle around midnight, with a boy only inches away from mouth. Fucking hell, what had my life come to?

His mouth curved into a soft smile and cupped my cheek with his hand. It was soft, warm and sensitive. His touch made me calm while Miller's was always so strong. I did not want to keep comparing them, but my brain wouldn't shut up.

I wasn't sure if I imagined it, but Dylan lessened the space between us, and I was sure I felt his lips brush against mine. The feel of his soft lips made me shudder with desire and I wanted to take him in.

A honk made us both jump apart and i cursed the damn uber in my head.

"Let me get you home," Dylan spoke gently helping me to my feet. It had been a weird night and I wasn't sure if something had happened between us or I had just imagined it all. However, only one person in my life could take my confusion away and that was ofcourse, Darna.