Take Me 2

Chapter [13]

The songs for this chapter are:

-One Last Time: Ariana Grande

-I Want You: Nick Jonas

-I Want You To Know: Zedd ft. Selena Gomez (THIS SONG IS JUST....OMG!)

Let me know if you get very frustrated during this chapter :) and happy and sad, and just everything. Enjoy what has to come...

I push myself as far away from Dylan as I can, "You said that to Justin?"

It's a useless question because he just told me he did. I just can't wrap my mind around it.

"I am not yours," I tell Dylan, "I am not anyone's."

Dylan shakes his head, "Then why are you here with me right now?"

He's got a point. Why am I here? What am I doing in a tree with Dylan Blackburn in the first place? For all I know he could be plotting my death. Okay, perhaps not, but he's unpredictable and here I am trusting him as if, as if...he is Justin.

Smooth, Selena.

What am I doing here? Is it because I miss any affection? I have become dependent on love, and when it let me down it was hard to hold on. Dylan gave me some sensation, I was clearly robbed of.

"It's because you are attracted to me," Dylan says softly, his eyes play with mine, "Even if you don't realize it yet, I know what I can do to you. I can use your body against your own self. I can make you feel incredible."

Gross.

I don't want Dylan to touch me in any way.

I need to get out of here, but he sits in the way of my escape.

"Move," I say forcefully, "I am going back to school and you can walk back, because no way in hell are you getting in my car."

Dylan latches onto my arm forcefully, "Please don't leave, I wanted to ask you about Prom."

I shake his grip off and try to move forward, inching my body along the giant tree, but suddenly, I am almost as if floating on air.

The first thing I think to do, is scream. So loud and shrill, I'm not even sure if it's me or not. It feels as if the whole world has become slow motion, like every ounce of air surrounding me has become a soft cushion. I wallow in the delight.

But, oh far it is from delight.

Am I falling?

Am I really falling?

What happened?

My hair surrounds my face as I lay on my back in the air. I can feel my limbs as if they are just barely attached, and it all seems like a dream.

Maybe I am dreaming.

Maybe this has all been a very weird dream. What if everything that happened with Justin is all just a messed up dream? What if I wake up tomorrow, in my bed with only this dream to hold onto?

How crazy would that be?

What if Asher is still alive? What if my baby never existed?

What if Justin Bieber isn't even real?

No, I'm going crazy. He is real, because I can feel his touch still burning on my skin, I can taste his lips even though we've been apart for so long, I can pick up his scent even in my sleep and I would know that boy even in my wildest dreams.

Something on my head aches, as if a ball has been thrown into my mind and continuously dances around with no gravity control.

I want to touch my palm to my forehead, but I can't find any part of me that will respond to my minds controls.