"Ew. Gross. That's disgusting"
"You make it sound like I'm dirty or something"
"Well, I wouldn't say you're not dirty"
"Oh please cupcake. I saw it, you were starring at me like I was a meal or something"
"Once again, ew gross. I was only surprised you came here willingly"
"Whatever makes you sleep at night" He rolled his eyes "Come on, I'm giving you a ride home"
"No, thank you. I'm pretty sure I can walk on my own"
"It's either I give you a ride or you give me a ride" he wiggled his eyebrows.
"Once again_"
"Ew gross. Yeah I get it just quit being a baby and get in the car"
"No"
"I'll get you food on the way"
"From where?"
"The new restaurant on t_"
"Then let's move it, boy"
There's no way I was going to say no to food or at least, junk food.
What? I'm only human.
I was the first to get in the car and Dylan got into the driver's seat seconds after I got in. He brought the engine to life and soon, we were driving away from Rochelle's.
"Hey, cupcake. What do you think of me with blond hair?"
"Stupid"
"You mean I look better with brown hair?"
"Nope, you still look stupid"
"Come on, I need your opinion on this"
"Dylan" I sighed "Have I ever ever ever ever complimented you?"
"No"
"What makes you think I'll give you a good reply?"
"Just this once cupcake"
"Who do you wanna dye your hair blond"
"Well, I didn't have anything to do in math class today so I thought of giving myself a new look"
"You could've paid attention, you know. Like a normal person," I paused "Oh wait, you're not a normal person"
"Yeah, I'm a million times hotter than a normal person"
"Or a million times dumber. Who knows?"
"Whatever Cupcake."
"If you want a new look, then dye your hair pink. You looked good when you did it the last time"
I was tired but that didn't stop me from laughing at that.
I just knew how to push the buttons.
"Ha ha ha very funny," He said in a bored tone "It was so funny, I forgot to laugh"
"Oh hush, you know I got you there"
"I'm just gonna get more tattoos"
"Aren't these enough?" I asked, pointing at the ones peeking out from his clothes.
I could bet he had numerous tattoos beneath those clothes.
I'd never seen anything so beautiful about tattoos. It was just ink injected into your skin permanently.
Or temporarily. Whatever, I don't know how that shit works.
It was probably just me or because I'd never seen the beautiful ones.
"Nope"
"You don't need a new look"
"Wait, do you mean I look good like this? Is that indirectly a compliment? Did you_"
"I never said any of that"
"You did indirectly cause you've always admired my handsomeness secretly and you're too shy to say it cause you have a huge crush on me...."
And it went on and on and on.
What a lucky kid he was.
I couldn't even afford the expenses to get a new look and he, he had everything.
He was living the life while I was suffering in it.
.~*~.~*~.~*~.
"Cupcake?" I heard the annoying sound of Dylan's voice accompanied by the uncomfortable pull as he dragged my arm.
"I'm sleepy Dylan. Leave new the fuck alone"
"Have I ever told you how stupid you look while sleeping?"
"Have I ever told you how stupid you look all the time?"
"Fuck you"
"Fuck you too"
"Where's the food?"
"It's inside"
"Inside where? I ..." I trailed off.
I wasn't in my house.
Yeah, I don't have the best vision but I knew my house wasn't as big as the mansion in front of me and it didn't have as many lights as the sight blinding my vision.
Wait, wait, wait, I think I'm getting it.
The restaurant!
No, it wasn't as big as this and it didn't have as many lights. First, it was just as small as Rochelle's and it could only be this beautiful if it was established by the mayor.
A church?
No, it's not that either. The churches around here were smaller than this and they also didn't have lights as bright as this.
Wait, am I in Iron Man's house?
"You're in my house Cupcake"
"Oh yeah," I said with realization.
I was getting close to it. I could've gotten it right if he just gave me a few hours.
"You've been here before Cupcake. Don't tell me it took you that long to realize it"
"Shut up, I was getting close to it"
"Wow, you get only dumber when you sleep"
"Well, you're not smart either"
"I'm smarter than you!"
"No, you're not"
"Yes, I am"
"No, you're not"
"Yes, I am"
"No, you're not"
"Yes, I am"
"No, you're n_ wait, what am I doing here?"
"You just realized you're meant to be in your house, right?"
"Whatever Dylan. Why am I here?"
"Long story short, I thought it'd be better to spend the night here"
"Why?"
"Cause I thought it'd be better"
"Look here little kid, I'd like to be in my house instead. Do me a favor and drive me home please"
"Nah, it's too late to move on the streets"
"You wouldn't have to do that if you just drove me to my house like I asked to"
"Either way, you can't leave"
The way he spoke, how deep and low his voice was, the way he didn't have a smile on his face like usual.
It didn't look good at all.
Something just told me I wasn't going to like any of this.
"Okay then, I'll walk my way home"
"You won't get past the security, I ordered them to keep the doors locked. Trust me, you're too weak to break the gates"
"Okay" I laughed "Then do me a favor and order them to open it"
"No"
"What?"
"I said no"
"I have things to do at home Dylan. A lot of things and I don't have the time to waste here. Do me a favor and open the gates please"
"You're just gonna get beaten by your mom again"
"Which is not your business"
"Well, it is now"
"I'm not gonna say this again Dylan, please let me go"
"No"
"Excuse me?"
"No"
"You brought me here without my permission and now you won't let me go? Do you understand what this means?"
"Kidnap?"
"Yes, this is kidnap! You're kidnapping me!"
"So?"
"So I'm gonna call 911"
"Even if I killed you here and dropped your body in the grocery store, nothing's gonna happen and you know why"
"Damn you and your stupid money!"
"Damn you and your stupid mom!"
"Are you crazy?! You're a fucking psycho! Let me out of here!"
"No"
"Oh my god Dylan, you're not gonna keep me here forever! I'm gonna leave one day and I'll be running to the police immediately! I'm gonna sue you for kidnap and you'll spend the rest of your life in jail!"
"Once again, even if I killed you, no one's gonna say anything about it."
I had to stop talking to think about the whole situation.
My heartbeats were fast and loud enough to be heard without trying. My pulse was thumping fast out of fear of whatever was going on or what was going to happen.
I couldn't control my harsh breaths or my blurry vision.
I could feel my face become hot as beads of sweat rolled down my face.
I'd never been so scared since the day I lost my dad.
Without thinking, I went straight for the fence. It was far away from where I was but I ran in the hopes of making it out of there.
Before I ran a quarter of the distance, he caught up to me.
He lifted me in a swift move, wrapping both hands around my waist and lifting me to his shoulder.
I felt a slight wave of nausea hit me. I wasn't gonna puke but my stomach felt like it was tied in knots.
Besides, I had bruises on my abdomen.
"Dylan" I whispered "I don't feel so good"
"Oh shit, I'm sorry" He dropped me on my feet after that, staring at me like he just broke an expensive piece of art.
Well, I wouldn't say I'm not an expensive piece of art.
That's not the point!
Once again, he made my bruises only worse by carrying me over his shoulder.
I didn't know if it was the stubbornness buried deep in me or the fact my legs move by themselves but I found myself sprinting towards the gate.
Yet again.
"You're not going anywhere," He said and caught up to me in a split second.
He took both my hands and held them tightly in his before putting them behind my back.
"I'm trying to do this the easy way Cupcake. You don't have to make it all difficult for yourself"