Two movies and two trays of junk food later, I still found myself moaning as I took another bite of the pizza.
What? You can't blame me. Dylan is a pig.
"You know cupcake, that's not a really good sound" Dylan said and for a second, I was confused cause I didn't understand him.
It wasn't until he wiggled his eyebrows and threw me a silly wink I got what he was trying to say.
"Do you relate every single thing to sex?"
"Yes, cupcake. Yes, I do" He nodded like he just said the most reasonable thing on the planet.
Yet, he calls me stupid.
The only thing that still surprised me was that Dylan didn't spread the news about my messed up life. I'd expected it to be the first thing I hear as soon as I stepped into school but instead, he pranked me by applying glue on my fucking seat.
I wouldn't say he was totally good cause he was already an asshole for even planning on pranking me.
Didn't he think it would hurt?
Well, he didn't spread my secret and I could thank him for that.
Then hit him for pranking me.
"Dylan?" I called him but his face was still glued to the TV as he focused on Dwayne Johnson smouldering.
If you guessed Jumanji then you guessed right.
"Damn cupcake, do you think I'd be able to smolder that good?"
"Well, it depends actually cause you're already ugly so that might affect it but it doesn't hurt to try"
After starring at the TV for a while, he imitated the actor and al I could say was,dayum!
He did it so right .
In fact, it was just as good as Dwayne's but we both know there's no way I was going to complement Dylan.
"How did that look?"
"You remember when I said it wouldn't hurt?" I asked and paused for his reply.
He nodded and said "Yeah"
"Well, I lied. It hurts"
"Oh puhlease baby, we both know you were head over hills when I did that. You know, the butterflies in your stomach erupted"
"The only thing I have in my stomach now is junk food and ow it's time for sugar"
"I'm way ahead of you cupcake." He said "Wait a moment"
"What?"
"I just thought of something incredibly cool!"
"What is it?!"
"Let's go have cupcake" He paused and for a second, I wished he wouldn't say the next word but no, life is such a bith. "Cupcake"
And he he burst out laughing.
Let's go have cupcake, cupcake.
He really couldn't have been more dumb.
"Thanks for keeping my secret safe" I paused "It means a lot"
"It's okay cupcake. I would've found out anyway" and there goes his arrogance.
"Excuse me?"
"You're excused"
"You didn't even know I existed till I kindly told you to move away from my locker during your busy make-out session"
"And you did a great job by playing nice till you pranked me" he tapped the bridge of my nose.
"You pranked me first you idiot for doing nothing. I didn't do anything to you!"
"It's what I do, cupcake. I prank"
"Of course it is. It's probably the only thing you ever do. Prank people for the sake of fun, to make yourself happy, putting a smile on your face but ruining other's reputations. I was fine before I met you, very fine and just because you noticed me, you decide it would be nice to ruin my life. Let me make this clear Dylan, once you prank someone, you ruin their reputation and it's fucking annoying. All you do is to sit down, think of how to apply sadness to a person's life and execute your dumb plan. Don't you have other things to do,l like think of your life!"
Wow.
Where did that come from?!
"I'm sorry. I didn't you thought if me that way" he said and returned hid gaze to the television.
Oh my god, now I'm the bad guy.
"No no no no. I didn't mean any of that. I said it out of anger and frustration. I shouldn't have said it. I'm very sorry"
"No you're not"
"Look Dylan, I just said it out of anger"
"Here's an advice cupcake, people say the truth out of anger. It's like a shovel, it digs out the truth you buried deep in you."
"You're right" I sighed "I probably said it because I don't really know you but if you look at the bright side, you're also a" I gulped "Good person" I whispered so he wouldn't hear the complement but no, he was so good at it.
"Did you just complement me?"
I wished I could take those words back but it made him smile and that was what I wanted after saying those mean things to him.
If it were to be a prank, I wouldn't even feel the tiniest bit of regret cause he did the same bit he wasn't the one to say mean things to people.
I'd never heard Dylan say mean things to someone publicly before.
"No"
"Yes you did. I heard it, you said i'm a good person"
"Can you please just drop it"
"Never!" He said "Those words would follow me everywhere I go"
"Let me guess, the same way your stupidity follows you?"
"Yeah and the same way ugliness follows you"
"Oh fuck you"
"Gladly cupcake" He winked.
"Ew" I said "Don't let it get into your head. You're still a bad person"
"At least, i'm hood enough to keep your secret"
"Why did you have to bring that up?" I whispered and buried my head in my palms.
"Your secret is safe with me cupcake and what made you think I'd rat out on you?"
"You know....... You have this bad boy reputation and you.... I... I don't know" I replied
"Of course you don't. You don't trust me"
"Umm duh"
"Trust me cupcake, I might be a handsome prank king but I don't snitch. It's a bitchy thing to do"
"Okay but that doesn't mean I trust you. I still hate you twice as much as I hate school."
"I think what you meant to say is that you love me twice as much as you love food" he smirked.
"Don't you dare underestimate my love for food"
"You know, I've never met a girl that eats as much as you do"
"Well, congrats bitch, you meet her today"
"Can you be a but feminine?"
"What's wrong with that?"
"You make it look like you're one of my boys but you're a girl and you know what I do with girls when they step a foot into my bedroom"
"You're such a pervert Dylan" I said and smacked him on his arm.
"Oww! What has gotten into you?! Control those iron hands of yours!"
"No I won't"
"Whatever" He rolled his eyes "I'm throwing a party tonight and you're coming" He said and poked my nose.
"No. I'm not"
"Yes. You are"
"No. I'm not"
"Yes. You are"
"No. I'm not. Nothing in the works would make me attend your stupid party!"
*~*~*~*~
I arrived at Dylan's party by seven in the evening.
I wondered why they just couldn't throw a party in broad daylight.
Why did I attend the party even when Dylan and I had a ten year argument about it? Good question.
He decided he would do anything I wanted if I agreed to come to the party?
Who wouldn't want a puppet to control every now and then?
The noise from the house was unbearable. It looked different now that there was a party going on.
Teenagers were scattered everywhere. Some from school and others I didn't know a thing about.
I found my way in after squeezing myself through sweaty people. I could just smell acohol, sweat and smoke. I'd gotten used to the fact that it was the normal smell of a party.
Dylan was no where in sight so I just made my way into the house with my purse with me.
Even the inside was crowded.
Damn, he had some serious connections.
The smoking machine was on so smoke blocked literally everything. It was possible to feel but seeing easy the problem. I just couldn't see a damn thing.
All I could feel was people squashing my poor petite frame.
I found my way into the kitchen after minutes of 'fuck off's and 'do you mind's
Dylan strolled into the kitchen in jeans and black v neckline top.
Life can't be more predictable.
"Cupcake!" He yelled. Once he was just a foot away, I could just smell the stinge alcohol.
Oh boy.
"KC"
"What are you doing here all alone? Come on cupcake, don't be a debby downer"
"Sorry, can't risk getting squashed my a couple of drunk hormonal teenagers"
"Come on. Follow me" He didn't want for my reply before holding my hand and dragging me out of the kitchen.
I was back in the ocean of teenagers and reality hit me that I also probably had the smell of alcohol on me cause I had too many physical body contact with them.
Reality sucks.
People kinda cleared path for Dylan, sending him 'Hey's, 'Hi's or complements.
He didn't reply any one of them
We got to his room in minutes and I was surprised it was completely empty, neat and didn't reek if alcohol and sweat.
He plopped down on the bed and sighed.
"Why am I here? Again"
"Because I brought you here" he replied "Duh"
"I'm serious Dylan. Why am I here?"
"The party is way too stuffy for you so I brought you here" He replied "You should be grateful, this is the VIP lounge"
"You know, I can just go home"
"No. I promised I'll do anything you want for a week and that comes with a price."
"Umm_"
"Don't have a dirty mind cupcake, I'm not having sex with you"
"So the price is to stay here at your party?"
"Yes"
"You're drunk"