Falling For You by Ana Fuentes (best contemporary novels .txt) 📕

fact that I was upset earlier. "How about you?" I ask.
"Its been okay."
"Well I'm gonna go finish my homework dad." I say, walking to the stairs.
"Okay, honey. Dinner in 15."
"Kay, dad." I jog up the stairs, and into my room. I drop my backpack near my closet, and shut the door.
And a second later my phone starts ringing.
My heart beat picks up a rapid pace, and my mind starts to only process one thought.
Dylan, Dylan. It must be Dylan.
I swallow the knot forming in my throat, and check my phone. And boy was I right. Its Dylan.
Dylan. Oh Dylan. I'm so sorry, but but I cant answer you right now.
I make the call go to voicemail, and fall face first on the bed.
"Ohmygod! Why is love so hard?!" I scream into my pillow.
My phone starts ringing again, so I turn it off. I bite my lip and pull my hair. "Grrr!"
I pick myself up my bed. Grab my I pod, connect it to my boom box and start to play All Time Low.
God do I love that band. So haaawt. But most importantly Alex's voice helped me forget about Dylan.
Nevermind.
I just thought about him again. God, I suck. Why is this soo hard?!
Oooo, Sick Little Games. I love this song!
"Oh my god, I'm such a terrible mess I'm turned on by the tabloids You would never have guessed
But I'm sucker for their gossip, man I take it too far, I bottle up my Hollywood And watch 'em name their kids after cars
I'm finding me out, I'm having my doubts I'm losing the best of me
We're all part of the same sick little games And I need to get away, get away I'm wasting my days, I throw them away Losing it all on these sick little games
I fell in love, she was the friend of a sister Of somebody famous at least for a day Expensive habits and a taste for the town Had me chasing down red carpets And watching all my friends slip away
They're finding me out, I'm having my doubts I'm losing the best of me Dressed up as myself to live in the shadow Of who I'm supposed to be
We're all part of the same sick little games And I need to get away, get away I'm wasting my days, I throw them away Losing it all on these sick little games
If I play my cards right I could make the big time I could be a reason to stare
Caught up in the spotlight Shaking from the stage fright How did I end up here?
We're all part of the same sick little games And I need to get away
We're all part of the same sick little games And I need to get away, get away I'm wasting my days, I throw them away Losing it all on these sick little games
We're all part of the same sick little games And I need to get away"
Man, this song is to amazing. Can I just like fucking marry Alex? Wait never mind, I like Dylan.
Or do I? Haha jk of course I like him. I love him. Love him more than the world. And apparently he likes me too.
Will you look at that? Me having a high school romance? Crazy right? Har, Har, Har.
And I mean whats up with people thinking Dylan's gay? Hes no where near the point of being gay. He acts perfectly straight. As straight as the straightest stick to ever exist!
Well true he might have only dated one girl for like what a day? But he said he broke up with her because he didnt like her. That he liked another girl already. Was I that girl? Nah, wait. Maybe I was.
Uh, who knows.
Omg, That Girl is playing! Someone kill me now! Fast! Please, this song is to haawt! And smexy! Alex fuck meeeeee.
"Aleeeeeex!" I moan.
"Zoin! Mom says to help her set the table!" Comes Mark's scream from outside my door.
"Wait, what?" I yell.
"Turn your music down faggot!" He replies.
"My fucking god!" I yell as I stand up and go over to my music. I turn the volume down. "What did you say again?"
"Mom. Said. To. Go. Help. Her. Set. The. Table." He repeats in a 'I'm-talking-to-a-fucking-5-year-old-dumb-ass-voice'.
I open the door, look at him cross-eyed. "Whaaaat?" I repeat in a dumb blonde voice. I grab a strand of my hair, and twirl it on my finger.
"Zoin!" My mom yells from downstairs.
"There's my que." I tell Mark, and trot down the stairs.
"If I play my cards right. I can make the big time. I could be a reason to stare." I sing as I go down the stairs.
"Hey mom," I say as I walk into the kitchen.
"Would you set out the plates?" She asks me.
"Uh, sure mom."
"Thanks baby."
"No problemo." I respond.
I take the plates out of the cabinets, and set 4 plates on the table. One for me, Mark, Mom and Dad.
In no less than 5 minutes, were all sitting down and enjoying our diner. We finish and as I'm walking up the stairs, my doorbell rings.
As I'm about to say something Mark screams, "I'll get it!"
He opens the door, and I see Dylan.
He opens the door, and I see Dylan.
My heart beat stops for a second. Oh my jesus. He's right outside my door. My fucking lord. What should I do?
"Uh, Dylan. Hey." I say awkwardly.
He waves at me awkwardly, "Hey Zoin, can I um come in?" He asks.
I snap out of my trance, "Uh, sure" I stammer.
"Kay." He steps inside and I come down the stairs. I stand awkwardly, my hands shoved in my jeans pockets.
My dad just so happens to walk by, so I have no choice but to introduce him to Dylan.
"Um, Dylan, this is my Dad." I motion to my Dad with my hand. "And this is Dylan, Dad." I motion to Dylan awkwardly.
My dad makes a face. A face I cant tell whether good or bad. Fuck.
He erupts in a smile, "Why hello there Dylan," He extends his hand toward Dylan. "I'm Eric."
Dylan, and my dad shake hands, "Its nice to meet you sir." He replies.
"Nice to meet you too,"
"Well this is lame." Mark says suddenly, reminding me that he's been standing there the whole time. He walks away, toward the stairs and climbs up them. My eyes follow him until he disappears completely.
Well that wasn't rude. Whatsoever. Well that's my little brother for you. A rude bastard. And no I'm not trying to be mean.
I turn back to face Dylan, and my dad. And to my surprise they're both staring at me.
Shit.
"Well......" I begin.
"I need to talk to you Zoin." Dylan blurts out, then he turns red realizing his outburst maybe wasn't that great.
Aw, he's so cute when he's blushing.
"Um, I guess we can talk." I say, "Where?"
"Well I was wondering if we could take a walk, before it gets dark." He says, "I mean if that's okay with you dad." He adds in a hurry.
"Uh...." I begin turning toward my dad.
"Sure why not." My dad answers.
"Kay, thanks dad." I murmur, and walk out the door.
"Thank you sir, I wont have her long." I hear Dylan tell my dad, before he shuts the door.
In a matter of seconds, Dylan is with me, walking along side me. I walk in the direction of the little park near my house. We walk in silence until we reach the park. Once there I go to the green bench and sit down, Dylan follows my lead.
"Soooo, What did you want to talk about?" I ask, looking away to the trees.
He grabs my hand, causing me to turn and face him on pure impulse. "I wanted to say I was sorry." He replies, giving my hand a squeeze.
I'm about to ask for what, but he continues talking.
"I was being a dick hole earlier. I didn't know, I mean I didn't want to take it that far. I'm so sorry. Zoin please, you know I'm not like that. I'm sorry."
My throat starts to construct around its self, my nose starts to sting, and my eyes go blurry.
"What are you saying?" I ask.
"That I'm sorry, and that you didn't deserve to be treated like that."
I open my mouth, but cant seem to find the right words to say. And as a sensible thought comes to mind, Dylan lets go of my hand and wraps his arms around me. He squeezes me tight, and starts to whisper 'Im sorry Zoin' over and over in my ear.
And in no time I find myself sobbing.
"My god Zoin, I'm sorry, please don't cry. Please." he say's as he runs his hands down my back, causing me to shiver slightly.
We stay like that for a couple of moments, until I can't take it no more. I push myself away from Dylan, and stare straight at his eyes.
"Dylan..." I run my hand down his cheek, "Dylan I just love you so much" I hear myself saying.
He clasps my hand in his, and lets out a sigh of relief, "I love you soo much too Z, you're the best thing that could have ever happened to me. Right from our friendship."
And this is the moment when the crowd goes 'Awww', and I swear I actually hear that in my mind.
I smile from side to side. My god, this is perfect. This moment is perfect. Everything is perfect. Dylan is perfect.
That is until someone shows up around the corner. A certain someone with a girl.
I feel a instant pang of jealousy as I see Michael appear, his beautiful face looking as happy as he was when he saw me in study hall this morning. But what makes my world turn upside down and hurl into the ground is the fact that he's holding that girls hand. They're fingers inter-wined, as they gaze lustfully into one another.
What makes it worst is that she's beautiful, as FUCK. With long black hair and neon blue tips. A short black tutu, black fishnets and a small as fuck tube top, with 3 inch heels. And to ruin my life even more, a pair of snake bites. God she's perfect! But looks like a total slut. No joke.
I hear Dylan snort followed by what seems to be "Sluut Alert."
And suddenly I'm giggling like mad. All traces of jealousy gone in a blink of an eye. My god Michael has such GREAT taste. Watch him go after them emo/scene wannabe girls. Pathetic.
I turn back to Dylan, and kiss him. Right in front of Michael, and his slutty girlfriend to see. "My god, you're amazing!" I exclaim as I pull away, and catch Dylan's dreamy expression.
"No you are." he replies crashing is lips into mine in such a manor that causes me to forget about Michael, and all I'm able to process is Dylan thoughts. His hands travel down to my side, and I'm pretty sure that without meaning too he starts to feel me up and down. But it's not like I don't do anything either, caught in the moment I find myself caressing his lap with one hand and my other tangled in his hair. And by caressing his lap, I mean rubbing his crotch, hoping to feel him get an erection.
God, I know I'm nasty.
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