DYLAN KING
"What?"
"Robert. Yeah, I know he has a weird surname but he's hot. Really really hot"
"Hotter than me?"
"Yes, he's very hot"
"Not to sound rude but I've not met a Robert" I said, air quoting his name cause duh, she said he's hotter than I am "And I'm way hotter than him"
"You just said you've not met him. He might be a Justin Bieber Junior"
"No he's not and if he was then I'm still hotter than him"
"Yeah, maybe in your dreams"
"Wait, if he's that hot, why isn't he popular yet?"
"Um" She paused, looking at everywhere but me.
Is it just me or did it look like she was making it all up?
Nah.
"Well, he's usually in hoodies so people don't get to see him that much but trust me, he's hot
"Please tell me you're lying." I begged, letting out a sigh and closing my eyes before I let my anger reign on him."I'm just kidding and yes, I went through your underwear drawer. It's not like they're that big, don't flatter yourself darling""You're crazy Dylan, crazy. You can't go through my underwear drawer. It's wrong, you know why?""Cause you don't want me seeing your underwear""Exactly and touching them with your dirty hands""My hands aren't dirty" He said and scanned his palms "I just washed them""Whatever Dylan. Don't touch my underwear again or look at them or sense them or feel them" I said and stormed away like the badass I was.Yeah, you know, that moment you walk away dramatically after practically yelling at someone and then you feel like you've showed em who's the boss.Exactly.&
Eyeliner, mascara, lipstick and I was done. Standing in front of the mirror, I saw a totally different person.The bright yellow dress was off shouldered, revealing my shoulder blades and a little bit of my arms. The sleeves were long and ruffled with little white beads attached to the wrists.It was a little tight around the waist, giving me an hourglass body shape. It reached a little my mid thighs, exposing my not so fresh legs.They're long though, don't underestimate the beauty of those legs.I used make up once again, my mini savior. I covered up the bruises on my legs and my shoulders.I decided to go Cassandra and caked my face with so much make up. I did my eyebrows, concealer, powder, highlight, foundation, eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara and went as far as attaching lashes.And damn, I did it so well.
FlashbackMr Fluffy was held tightly in between my arms. The brown bunny, if alive, could've died from suffocation.As a six year old, the only thing I thought of was my unconditional love for the stuffed animal.With my little hands in my father's, we wondered through the mall, adoring things we could and couldn't afford."Daddy I want the princess dress!" I said, pointing at the little glittery pink dress. The wand next to it and the gold wings behind it caught my attention the most."Sorry Dee, that dress is a little too expensive" daddy explained, starring down at me.Seeing the sadness across my face, he crouched down and placed a kiss on my cheek. "What if I get you something else? Another dress maybe""But I want the princess dress""Okay" He sighed "Then I guess we won't get ice c
It felt like I took off my life problems when the dumb dress was detached from my body.Yeah, detached.The damn thing didn't come off quickly. It felt like a second skin and the sand in between made it even worse.Well, Dylan decided it'd be great to get in the water, cold water if I might add and I didn't resist cause, duh, why not?Anyways, we spent minutes in the water, splashing on each other with absolutely no idea where we would find fresh dry clothes after.At the sad end, we went home in our wet sandy clothes.My choice to wear something off shouldered and skimpy backfired. The cold air bit into my skin and at times, made me take breaks to shake it out. I had never been so cold and Dylan, the definition of a perfect gentleman, didn't offer to give me his jacket.I took a warm bath the mom
I woke up far earlier than I expected or maybe I didn't sleep at all. I spent my night tossing and turning while watching Dylan sleep next to me but not in a creepy way.I swear, not in a creepy way.Anyways, the skies were getting brighter as seconds passed and it only made me realize I had to go to school.And face the embarrassment.I couldn't spend a minute without thinking about it. It just kept coming over and over again.First, it involved Cassandra and we all know how it's gonna be. She'll literally make my life hell even if it was my last alive.Not to talk of the stares and whispers.It'll take only social media to share a million messages about Diana Kent within a night. If the internet could give me a dollar for every conversation about me, then guess who's gonna be the next millionair
DYLAN KINGFor the first time ever, she came up to me personally to get the car keys and it was weird to see her with a book in her hands.Reading?She had good grades and looked like a total nerd but she didn't read as much as I always thought she would.I plopped down on the driver's seat with a sigh, turning to face her. I poked her shoulder softly after noticing she didn't acknowledge my presence "Hey"No reply."Hey"I pinched her cheek, enjoying how soft it felt beneath my fingers.Man, you gotta touch this. It feels like heaven."Look who has soft chubby cheeks, chubby chubby cheeks"For the love of pure satisfaction, I pinched it again and again and again and again and again_&nb
"Just so you know, you look even more stupid in that apron" I acknowledged while munching on m&ms.He stared down at the white apron, pulling out the edges and displaying the red uneven hearts plastered on it. "You know I made this, right?""Still stupid""I'm not taking it off, okay? Deal with it""Yeah, whatever."He huffed and turned around, resuming his duty as my personal chef and in the process, flexing his butt.Yeah, I know, it's weird to stare at things like that but trust me, I found it difficult to look away.I mean, it had such a muscular structure and it only seemed to look better in jeans.More defined, yeah, that's the word.He had a defined butt."Hey! You're staring at my butt!""What butt?" I denied, then
Dylan woke me up as early as five of clock.At most, I had three hours of sleep and had my eyes open once the sky got blue.I'd spent most of the night packing for the trip and watching TV since I had no chemistry test to worry about. At least, not till the next few days.I also browsed the internet about the country for a knowledge of the place before I got there. I saw pictures of some good parts and some of the local rural places like the villages and streets.The most I saw revolved around Lagos and a few about other states.loved their culture, tribes, dresses and most things I saw through the internet. I got attracted to the food the most and yes, they looked delicious even through the monitor.So I got drawn to it and found myself wanting to teleport and get my hands on their delicious delights.