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ATTENTION: I have an announcement! READ MY OTHER STORY, "Mistakes"!!!! ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< I woke up to feel a hand gently stroking my hair. Not in the perverted sense I always loved when people touched me. My eyelids slowly lifted, expecting to see James' handsome face, but it wasn't him. Dylan. The name flashed through my head as I analyzed his face. His hand suddenly halted. Both of us froze and we mutually studied each other. People say that the eyes were a window to the soul. His eyes pleaded, admitted guilt. My first instinct was to scream, but I ignored that, giving him the benefit of the doubt. "Hey..." He said, finally braking the silence. I parted my cracking lips. "Shhh. No. Stop. Don't-" I began. I didn't want to hear this. Not now. My warning was interrupted by his sudden pull. My head was now resting on his chest. I could hear his heart beat's crescendo as well as its acceleration. Surprisingly, his breathing had become uneven. His chest moved up and down in an irregular pattern. Only when I felt wetness on my scalp was I sure that he was crying. I couldn't continue this hate. Not for now. Nobody in our family except for me and him knew our history. In reality, we had known each other for years and counting. Sure, he was in the grade above me, but that didn't stop us from finding each other. Back then, I had felt nearly as in love with him as I was now, with James. Despite all the rumors that I had heard about Dylan, his charisma was too strong to keep me away. We had chemistry and no one could deny it. Regardless, I should have stayed away. It would have saved me from so much heartbreak. He was a sophomore and I was a freshman, so we decided to tell no one about our relationship until the time had come. It was a social hierarchy thing. I trusted him until the end. I loved him so much it legitimently hurt. Every time we were together, I would feel an ounce of pain in the center of my chest, but I learn to like this unusual tendency. Fall was upon us and we decided we would go public by attending homecoming as a couple. Everything had went wrong that day. I tripped and fell, ruining my dressand I acidentally poured coffee on it, worsening the damage. It was like the universe was telling me not to go. I should have listened. Because of the circumstances, I was forced to borrow a dress from a friend, but I didn't mind. Hers was beautiful. It was a deep blue that reminded me of the ocean. There was a piece of fabric the started from the right side, wrapped around the waist, and draped over my left shoulder. The sequin detailing was absolutely divine. Dyl and I arrived along with our friends in a white stretch limo that we had all chipped in for. All of his friends seemed to be staring at me. Assuming that it was because I looked amazing or something of that sort, I had ignored it until it had become evident why they were being so unruly. Secrets, by One Republic had come on when Dylan had asked to dance. My head rested on his shoulder as the lights shone on us-just like in the movies. This was a dream-at least that's what I kept telling myself while we were dancing. Dylan loved me. He really loved me. Me. Out of all the girls in the school, he had chosen me. I could feel the warmth of his breath invitingly radiating towards me. I lifted my head and rested my forehead against his, giving him a long look. Strangely enough, he gave me a painful look. One that showed guilt-just like the one he gave me in the hospital. Misreading this, I closed my eyes and filled what little space had been between us. Fireworks went off when our lips met. Both of us had felt the passion of that kiss. As our lips parted, his friends came up to us. Something was wrong. "You did it! I really didn't think you could. Here ya go." One of his friends said smugly. All of them laughed for a moment as Dylan gave them a pleading look and a slight shake of the head. He pulled out his wallet and slid a $50 bill in to Dylan's pocket, as did the rest of the group. I hadn't understood for a while. From the pit of my stomach, I could feel throwup coming along. I felt as if I was going to be sick. Dylan had sincerely loved me. I knew. I couldn't accept or digest the idea that this was all... just... a bet.
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