The next day I saw Ashley. “What the fuck do you want?” I asked her sternly.
“Dylan told me what you told him. It’s a shame he didn’t believe you.” I was second away from smashing her face in.
“Again, I ask; what the fuck do you want?”
“I want the Ed Sheeran ticket.” I glared at her.
“You are not getting the ticket.”
“If what Dylan told me was true; in a nutshell, he wants nothing to do with you right? So, that means, you’re not going to the concert, I am. And it’s only fair because I'm his girlfriend. I was supposed to get the ticket in the first place.”
“Listen, Barbie, you’re not getting the ticket.” I said before storming off.
***
When I got home that day I saw Dylan sitting on my bed.
“Dylan, what are you doing here?” He stood up and walked over to me.
“Can I see your phone?” He asked and I handed it to him.
“What are you doing here?” I asked him again. He didn’t answer me. He took off my phone case then I realized what he was doing.
“Dylan, what the hell? Look, if you really don’t want to see me; I’ll just sit somewhere else but please don’t take the ticket back.”
Dylan replaced my case and handed me my phone but I refused to take it back. He sighed and placed the phone on my bed.
“You’re seriously going to choose her over your best friend?” Dylan looked at me with a blank expression on his face. it was like it wasn't even him anymore.
“I don’t have a best friend Alexis.” He was at my door.
“Dylan?” I called and he turned around. I threw my pillow at him and it hit him in the face.
“Fuck you.” I said as the tears started to run down my face.
***
‘I'm sexy and I know it...’
I looked at my phone and rolled my eyes. It was graduation day; the last day of school. It was the last day I’d have to see Dylan.
As I'd predicted, Ashley had gotten back together with Scott and broken up with Dylan.
He’d been calling my phone ever since but I refused to answer. This was bigger than any argument we’d ever had and it was going to take a lot more than a music note beanie to make it right.
On a brighter note, last week I’d received five copies of my book.
My book.
It felt so good to say that. I’d given Dylan’s father two; one for him and one for Dylan. As much as I hated him now, he was as much a part of it as I was.
I made his father promise to give him after I left for college. I give my mom one copy, my English teacher another and I kept the other one for myself.
Graduation was a glorious affair and I was happy to be leaving that place because the last few months there had been hell.
“Congratulations.” I heard someone say.
I turned around and say Dylan sporting a hurt smile.
“Thanks, same to you Dylan.” He nodded, searching for something else to say.
“So, you’re going to the dance later?” I nodded and fiddled with my graduation gown.
“Yeah, I thought it was my last one so why not go.”
“Do you need a ride?”
“Not from you Dylan. I’d rather walk.”
“Alex, there is no way to tell you how sorry I am for the things I said. It was Ashley; I was after her for so long. You can’t blame me for being a little naive.”
“No I can’t blame you. But I can blame you for thinking your best friend would lie to you about the girl you love.”
“Alex, I'm really sorry. Can you please forgive me?” I nodded and smiled at him.
“Sure I can Dylan, I always do. But we can never be as close as we were before. You betrayed that. I could have over looked the whole Ashley thing but for you to take those tickets away from me. You knew how much I wanted to go.” He nodded.
“I'm really sorry. I was angry and I wasn’t thinking.” I sniffed and wiped a stray tear.
“Look, Dylan, Kyle is waiting on me. I'm not with him or anything he’s just giving me a ride. I’ll see you at the dance.”
Dylan’s POV
I sat at a table alone just sulking and hating myself. I didn’t care about the Ashley thing anymore.
I was angry at myself for the way I had treated my best friend. She was looking out for me and I let someone who barely knew me to come in and completely ruin a perfect twelve year friendship.
Since Ashley had broken up with me the only thing I could think of, the only thing that was I'm my head was the hurt look on her face when I took back the tickets.
I blamed myself every day for being the one to cause her so much pain. My dad was pissed at me for it.
He kept saying no matter how Alex felt about who I was dating she would never do something to hurt me and I knew it was true. After all, it was Alex and it wasn't in her nature to be a cold hearted bitch.
She was a beautiful. I found falling in love with Alex. Although, I was probably just accepting the fact that I was in love with her.
That I'd been in love with her for a long time but I used the excuse of her being my best friend to ignore how I truly felt about her.
She walked in just then with Kyle trailing behind her and her dress was to die for. It was tight and it was red. The two sides were cut out exposing the perfect skin of her stomach and she was in heels.
"The female Alexis Lanchester is gonna come out when she's ready."
Her statement floated into my head. And oh, my word was she out. She has also cut her hair. Everything about her just looked so perfect.
She came to my table and sat down across from me.
"You look amazing." I said smiling at her. She smiled.
"Thank you, so do you."
We made small talk for most of the night and I could tell that it was hard for her.
“Do you wanna dance” I asked after a while, getting up and stretching out my hand for her to take.
She started at my hand for a few moments before reluctantly placing her hand in mine and allowing me to lead her to the dance floor.
“I like what you did with your hair.” She smiled.
“Thanks, I’ve been meaning to cut it for a while now.”
“Look, Alex, I know I might be sounding like a broken record but I am really, really sorry.”
“Dylan, it’s fine, really. I'm over it. I’ve got the rest of my life to see Ed Sheeran live.” I smiled and stared at her.
“What?” She asked.
“Nothing, I guess I just never realized how really pretty you are.” She smiled and looked down.
“You don’t have to say that.” I lifted her chin, making her look me in the eyes.
”I'm not just saying it. I never noticed because you grew up right under my nose. But you are really pretty.” Only Jesus Christ knew what came over me because I kissed her.
What surprised me more was that she kissed me back and it was magical.
“I'm so sorry. I don’t know why I did that. Can we forget it happened?”
Okay, okay we're closer to the end than I realized but here's another update. The other one would most likely be on Monday but thank you so much for reading this :D