i know that the previous chapter is super short and boring but i hope this chapter brightens things up! enjoy? c:
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Girl friend... That word did not make so much sense to me right now. Was I Dylan's girlfriend? He never asked, nor have I. Did I want to be his girlfriend even if he did ask?
All these questions were suddenly flowing through my head. I didn't know why. I couldn't find my courage to ask or even tell Dylan about what I feel. We never discussed anything about a relationship.
We walked until we reached the 'end' of the beach.
"Let me show you something," he smiled.
He was pulling my hand and he was dragging me. I stopped when I saw a small yacht.
"This is mine," he said proudly, moving his hand around it.
"Wow," was all that could come out from me. I couldn't believe Dylan had his own yacht!
My shoulders stiffed as he was not talking.
"So..." I tried to break the silence between us.
"I used to dream of finding my parents with this," he said, dreamily.
My chest tightened and all I could think of was, was he?
"Are you?" I asked, probably panicking.
He turned to me and I guessed he realised I was not okay. He walked to me and cupped his hand on my cheek.
"Hey, don't worry about it, alright?" he kissed me lightly.
Shivers went down my spine as all the love and affection that I was feeling fell hard on me.
How couldn't I worry?
He wrapped his arms around my waist. His touch felt amazing. I felt the adrenaline rush through my body as I felt his breath around my neck. I smiled. He really knew how to make all my thoughts and problems go away.
He led me to his motorcycle again.
"Don't worry, I'll bring you out there to the sea with it one day, I promise," he winked.
"Sure you'll keep your promise?" I glared at him, playfully.
"Mmm..."he looked away, pretending he didn't say anything.
I hit his elbow as his childish acts were tickling me. I laughed and he decided to join me. My stomach hurt from too much laughing.
Dylan grabbed me by the arm and swung me around. It was as if we were the last two on Earth.
I looked into his eyes and saw the sincerities.
"I will," he exhaled.
I started to get slightly wet and my cheeks turned red. He was so hot I was melting. I leaned my forehead on his and looked at his wet, soft lips. I wanted to kiss him but at the same time I wanted to keep this moment forever.
But of course, good love cheesy stories needs good drama. Unfortunately, I hated it.
"Dylan?" I heard a girl's voice coming from behind him. She was blonde and was very tall. She was nearly as tall as Dylan with her 2 and a half inch heels.
"Rose?" he turned around. His face was in shock and I had never seen him so panic.
"Who's that?" she asked cheerfully, giving him a peck on his cheeks.
He quickly grabbed my hands and said, "Rose," he took a deep breath, "meet Natasha, my girlfriend."
Her face dropped and she started laughing to herself softly. She walked to me and shook one of my hands that were not in Dylan's.
"Nice to meet you," she smiled coldly, "I'm Rose, Dylan's...." she glared at him, "ex girlfriend."
I almost had a heart attack and nearly fainted. He definitely did not tell me anything about that.
"Natasha," I shook her hand again.
She let go of my hand and fixed her short floral skirt.
"I just came back from my holiday in France. It was beautiful! I can't wait to tell you all about it," she giggled at Dylan.
"Well, why not you follow us? We're going to get some coffee."
I didn't drink coffee...
"Well, sure. I'd love to!"
I felt like a dwarf with the both of them few heads taller than me. Why was I so freaking short?
"So...where do you come from, Natasha?" Rose started a conversation.
"Oh please, call me Tasha. I come from New York."
She nodded her head, "That explains your accent."
Ouch, that girl had some attitude. I was never even rude to her. Maybe she deserved some. Ugh.
That bitch.
We walked in awkwardness until we reached the coffee shop beside the beach. We sat at a table for three and ordered our drinks.
"Dylan, I-" I tried to tell him that I did not drink coffee but that bitch ordered three coffee for all of us.
"Actually, I don't-"
"WHAT A GREAT WAY TO MEET YOU, DYLAN! Oh don't you want to know about France?" she interrupted me.
"Hold on, darling. She can be a bit...well. You know..." he whispered in my ear.
I swear I had never been so frustrated. I really did not drink coffee. I hated it!
She talked about France and her trip but all I did was pretended that I was listening but instead I looked out to the ocean.
Oh it has been so long since I was there.
"Tasha?" she called.
I turned around, "Hm?"
"Your coffee is here."
I looked at Dylan, "Actually, I don't drink coffee. I wanted to say it earlier but there-"
"So you're not appreciating what you have? Not the kind of girl Dylan would like..." she mumbled as though she was speaking to herself.
I rolled my eyes, "Well I tried to tell you but no one was listen-"
"I thought you had better taste, Dyl," she bitched.
Was bitched even a word? ugh.
How long could I stand this shit? Oh my god, it was barely one hour since I met her and I hated her already. She was fucked up.
Dylan could see that I was getting annoyed. He mouthed 'Sorry' to me when she wasn't looking. I rolled my eyes and gave him my coffee.
"Excuse me. I want to get a dip," I stood up and marched straight out of the door.
I was so annoyed with her and her attitude. I did not do shit to her but she was treating me like I was a dog just because I was Dylan's and she was not any more?
Oh bullshit.
I wasn't in any relationship! Dylan did not even asked me. He was simply self-proclaiming. She had no right to treat me that way!
I walked and walked further away from that bloody cafe. I could hear Dylan calling my name but I just ignored him.
He brought me into this and I was just so annoyed.
"Natasha!" he grabbed my hand. He pulled me to look at him and I stared angrily in his eyes.
I know I should be angry, but gosh if you were in my position, looking into those beautiful eyes, you just couldn't.
"What do you want?" I tried to be angry.
"Natasha, she's my best friend. I'm sorry she's treating you that way. I can talk to her about it."
"Of course, go talk to your fucking hot ex girlfriend."
I didn't know why I was so angry.
"I don't have any feelings for her anymore. I can swear to you. I was friends with her since kindergarten. Our parents were friends," he looked at me with the face like an angel.
Oh what was he doing to me?
"Ugh, I still can't stand her, I'm sorry. Don't you notice what she's doing to me? I didn't do shit to her! We never even discussed anything about being in a relationship! Why am I suddenly your girlfriend?!?!" I shouted.
He looked at me guiltily and spoke, "I'm so sorry... I never thought of that... I'm... I'm sorry, Natasha..." I swear, I think I could see him tear up a little, "Just...please...don't leave me."
I sighed, "I love you, Dylan. I'm not going anywhere."
He took a deep breath and knelt on his knees. He held both my hands, "Will you be my girlfriend, Natasha?"
I couldn't help blushing in such a situation. I rolled my eyes and bent down to kiss his forehead.
"Well, duh," I said.
He stood up and pulled me closer to him by the waist. He stared awhile and kissed my lips. It just felt so good. His wet lips pressed against mine perfectly.
I had never been kissed. But I was glad Dylan was my first. Now I just need to get pass that fucking bitch as I watch her running towards us, interrupting us again.
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Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed it :p Cheesy, I know. Oh well, thanm you guys again for the support. :* Chapter 10 soon! c:
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Dinie