Chapter Twenty Three- Is That Just Me And My Imagination?

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"Dylan, why don't you go and accompany Rosalyn, instead? Zack and I can wash the dishes, you know," Mom says as Dylan walks to the sink with two dirty plates in his hands

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"Dylan, why don't you go and accompany Rosalyn, instead? Zack and I can wash the dishes, you know," Mom says as Dylan walks to the sink with two dirty plates in his hands.

"I wanted to help," he says, putting the utensils in the sink, "I felt bad for not helping."

Mom rolls her eyes, "your father and brother are helping, should we call your grandparents too?" I laugh at Dylan's stuttering and mock his expressions. He glares at me, making me laugh harder.

"I'll go get the last of the plates from the dining table," I say, "if you wanna make yourself useful, help mom with washing the dishes." He turns around to face the dirty dishes and I leave the kitchen.

He honestly shouldn't have left Rosalyn and Hailey alone. Hailey looked like she was ready to murder Rose, while, If Rose feels provoked, she won't only look murderous, she'd actually kill.

I smile to myself as I think of a life with no Hailey in it. I'm not gonna lie but, I absolutely hate Hailey. We all only tolerate her because she's our mom's best friend's daughter. Otherwise, nobody here would even spare her another glance. Plus, her obsession with Dylan is actually very creepy. It maddens mom and annoys Dylan to no end. Even I hate it. She's always around the house, trying to get his attention. But Dylan, thankfully, is loyal to Rose, even though they aren't dating, and he keeps his composure until Hailey leaves the house.

My smile drops when I stand right outside the dining hall. I hear Hailey's voice say, "he used her for his own pleasure." She continues, "he dumped her in front of the whole school and the next minute, walked to some other blonde." I hide next to the doorway and listen intently. I don't usually eavesdrop, but I have a feeling I know what this is about.

"She looked like you, you know," she's saying, "they all did. Blonde hair and pretty blue eyes." I peek through the little gap between the door and the doorway. I can make out Rosalyn, but I can't see Hailey. Rosie looks tensed, even if her face is masked into neutrality.

"He likes to have fun with them all. It's all a game to him," she drawls, "and you're his next challenge." A pause. "You know we're close, right? Well, he tells me everything. He's told me about how much of a 'play hard to get' you are, and how he wants to lure you in his trap." Another pause, "he's already got you, I can see that. And, Rosalyn, I'm not doing this because I don't like you, I'm telling you this cause I want you to be warned. I'm sorry Dylan isn't what he acts like." Rosalyn takes a deep breath, while I glower at Hailey and fear that Rosalyn actually believes her.

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