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I lay back on my bed with a sigh. My head hurts but unlike most it isn't from a hangover. Oh, no. It's from the fact that I had experienced a fight with Alisa the night before and the night before that I'd witnessed a dead body. 


Not only had I witnessed the dead body but I knew who the killers were. Yet, I couldn't do anything about it; they were my friends. Although that thought still couldn't stop the guilt, an anonymous tip to the police wasn't enough. More should have been done.


My eyes crack open, the sound of the door slamming disturbing my thoughts. I sit up abruptly, Chantal had gone out somewhere. She did that a lot. Ing was taking a shower so I was free to have to talk to anyone, for a while at least. 


I run a hand through my tangled locks and check my watch. I had a hour to get ready for Rory's 'movie night' and I looked like a hobo. "Hurry up in the shower, Ing," I call past the sound of splashing water. 


"Yeah, yeah," She laughs. 


Suddenly a ringtone noise comes from her bed; it's her iPhone. I jump off my bed and run over to hers before plopping down on her duvet and picking up the phone.


I touched the screen lightly and the message pops up. "Oh," I say under my breath. Surely she would have a password? I decide to read the message nonetheless. 


It is from a guy under the contact name of 'Charlie R'. I look through their conversation, flinching every time I hear what could possibly be Ingrid coming out of the shower. I know I shouldn't be reading through her phone but there wasn't really any harm in it, was there? 


They were flirting. A lot. There was lots of talk about missing each other, meeting up with each other and something about a politics. I scan my brain for someone in Coldgrove name Charlie but the only person that comes to mind is my pet rabbit. 


But then, sure enough, it comes to me. 'Charlie R' is a politician and that is why they text each other about meeting up at hotels and about things becoming, I quote: "Too obvious". He was an older man and Ingrid couldn't let anyone know this. It could ruin his career as a politician after all. 


That was who she was constantly texting, the thing she was so protective over. He was the boyfriend everyone thought she didn't have. 


"The shower's free, Dyl-Dyl," I hear Ingrid's foot steps and immediately throw the phone down and sit on my own bed looking rather suspicious as she walks in her wrapped up in towel like a turban and in a robe. 


I roll my eyes at her pet name for me. "Okay, thanks," I smile falsely and grab my towel. 


I'm happy to be alone even more now needing desperately to think about what just happened. Did I tell her? Or just forget about it? Honestly it was none of my business and I knew Ingrid would be beyond mad if she found out I'd gone through her phone. But then again, could I really keep another secret? The one's I was forced to keep were torture enough. 


"We're leaving in fifteen," Ing calls as I step into the shower. 


I sigh as the warm water runs down my body. "Okay," But it wasn't.


Nothing was anymore.


"Ingrid, we need to talk," I whisper to Ingrid as the movie Mean Girls starts to come on screen. 


Everyone cheers. I'd decided to tell Ingrid what I'd seen straight. Maybe I read too much into it, maybe I was wrong but all the same I needed to make sure; whatever the truth was. 


She looks at me sulkily. "But the movies just started..." 


"It's important," Ing obviously see's my seriousness because she then agrees. 


We walk into the empty bathroom. My friends sits on the side of the round bath tub while I pace the room slowly. "


Is something wrong, Dyl?" 


I sigh. "You could say that..." 


"Well, what is it?" She folds her arms across her chest and I stop to face her. 


"Promise you wont be mad?" I ask although it's inevitable she will be.


"Promise." 


I swallow thickly. "Okay, well,"


“Stop pacing! You’re giving me a migraine,” Ingrid says loudly and I stop and look at her. Practically in-visioning our friendship being over, I really didn't want this to happen.


“You’re going to be mad at me,” I note avoiding all eye contact. I exhale once more and decide to tell her, it had to be said. No more secrets. "While you were in the shower you got a text message and I couldn’t help myself and I looked at it and I know it was wrong but I went through your messages and and and,” I stop to take a breath and look up from my hands to Ingrid. “I know about you and Charlie.” 


My friend said nothing, she just stared at me with her jaw wide. I began to pace again, I didn't know what to say so I cursed under my breath. “I’m so sorry, Ingrid, I don’t know why I did what I did, it just kind of happened… please don’t be mad at me, Ing.” 


I kept apologizing but really I knew that it wouldn't help anything. I'd shouldn't have looked at her stupid phone and told her now, in the bathroom of someone's stupid hotel room. I'd made the wrong choice, I would have another secret on my mind all the time and another reason to not want to wake up in the morning. 


It hit me then that all I was thinking about was myself. What about Ingrid? How would she feel? Obviously this was a huge secret that she wanted no one to know about and I here I was, a threat to that. I wasn't in the gutter right now, it was Ing that was.


She just stares at the floor as she chews violently at her thumbnail. 


 “Dylan…” I stop pacing again as Ingrid finally makes a sound. “Did you tell anyone?” 


“Oh my gosh, no, of course not!” I exclaim. “Ingrid, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to step over any boundaries. I really am sorry,” 


I grimace at my hundredth apology and Ingrid just sighs.. “Just don’t tell anyone, okay?” 


My brows rise slightly and begin to smile. She wasn't mad at me. I'd looked through her phone, found out her deepest and darkest secret and yet, she wasn't mad at me. At this point I figured she's probably want to murder me to stop me from saying something... but she didn't. It felt amazing to know that I still had my friend.


“Promise?” She added. I nod quickly and hold out my pinky. “Pinky,” She sighs as we seal our promise.


We just stand there for a while, staring at each others feet before eventually linking arms and leaving the bathroom. 


“Floor sex is always great, huh?” Came from one of the guys as we sat back down to watch the scene where Cady turns up at the Halloween party. I roll my eyes; the guys always thought a quickie was going down if two people went to the toilet together and weren't back within five minutes.


 “No,” Ing giggled. "We did it on the counter,"


I laugh at that and so does everyone else. We all begin to watch the movie, barely any talking takes place but as Ingrid whips out her phone I can't help but ask her something that was running through my mind all afternoon. 


"So," I raise a brow and nudge her in the ribs. "Do you love him?"


She chuckles a little. "Oh, Dyl, like you wouldn't believe,"


I smile at her happiness and look over at Brent who was on one side of the room and Ash who was on the other. Ingrid wasn't the only one with her fair share of secrets. It seemed I was gaining more everyday.



June 26th—
{mentioned @little-miss-rae and @vogueapparel}

To: Dylan
From: Brent


Again, so sorry I can't be there for the cotillion, babe. I'll make it up to you when I'm back from Ohio. 
x B


I sigh and slip my phone back into my tote not bothering to reply. Brent had gone away to Ohio with his parents for the week and couldn't be my escort to the pathetic excuse of an event that was the cotillion. The crazy thing was that even Ken was escorting someone, the even crazier thing? He was escorting Wynn. I would never put the two together but surprisingly they suited... a lot; double trouble, you could say.


I didn't really understand what was going on with me and Brent, no one did. Most of my friends didn't understand how I could trust him again, Ken wasn't talking to me because of it and Ashley was acting weird around me. Well, I wasn't particularly surprised at that, he hated Brent. I loved him, sure I did, but was my love worth the damage it seemed to be causing? 


I didn't know but I wished things would be simpler. Didn't we all.


"Miss Richards," I groaned at the more than irritating voice our event coordinator who refused to call me by my first name. Apparently it wasn't 'suitable' for my gender — I laughed at that. "We've found you an escort," She scurries towards the refreshment table where I'm standing.


"How exciting," I mumble. "And who is the lovely gentleman?" 


She smiles proudly as if she has accomplished something and gestures to the entrance of the room. "Him," I follow her hand to what could be one of two guys. A hunch backed nerd with bigger glasses than Kid Cudi or Ashley. Just my luck.


"Wait... which one?" I ask, my jaw hanging. "I'm definitely preferring the geek..."


She points straight to Ashley who was leaning against an archway, hands in his pockets looking at the couples practicing their waltz or whatever. "And close your mouth, it's not very ladylike,"


"No. Way."


She sighs heavily. "Yes. Now go, you must get practicing," 


I stand there for a moment wanting to be sucked into the ground. At least then I wouldn't have to go to this already stupid cotillion and have to be escorted by Ashley. My brothers best friend, the guy who would kill to be with me, the guy I thought I would kill but also the guy that I thought I liked. The guy that hated my boyfriend, the guy my boyfriend hated... the list could go on forever.


I couldn't help but feel awkward around him lately, he seemed to feel the same by the look on his face when he saw it was me he was escorting.


I'm escorting... you?" He mouths to me from where he is standing.


"Yep," I mouth back sulkily.


He stuffs his hands in his pockets and begins to walk over casual as ever. He's wearing his signature baggy jeans and a checkered shirt, his hair is too short to style but I always thought it was better that way and he was rocking a pair of Jordans. 


"Hey," He says.


I smile a little. "Hi," We stand in silence for a minute, staring at our feet. "So, should we get this over with?" 


He nods. "Thought you'd never ask,"


With that we make our way to where the others were practicing. I take Ashley's hand hesitantly and barely place my hand on his shoulder and he just about holds my waist. We desperately try to avoid eye contact and I want to be sucked into the ground more and more by the second.


"Are you mad at me?" I finally ask, avoiding Ashley's gaze even more now.


"Should I be?"


I roll my eyes. "Come on, Ash, I know you're mad at me,"


"Am not," He argues.


"Are too," I retort. "It's because of Brent, isn't it?"


He snorts. "Yeah, right. I mean..." He snorts again. "Yeah, as if," We stop dancing and I raise a brow at him. "What?" He asks.


"It's obvious," I note as we begin to dance again. "It's because you like me, isn't it?" I ask finally.


He glares at me suddenly, shooting me daggers at my outright question. "Whatever, Dyl," He grumbles and ignores all eye contact once again.


After at least ten minutes of barely dancing with each other let alone talking to each other the coordinator comes over to us screaming and bawling. 


"No, no, no. It's all wrong, you're doing it all wrong," She exclaims as me and Ash pull away from each other. "Like this," She says and put us together in a more formal manner. We're standing close together, I look up from my feet so that I'm face to face with Ashley. 


I don't like it.


"I need a break," I blurt and begin to walk quickly out of the building. 


I wouldn't go to cotillion, I wouldn't speak to Ashley and I'd be able to stay all alone at home away from everyone that seemed to hate me lately. It wasn't like anyone was counting on me going... except maybe Grandma Wendy... but that was about it. 


I sit down on the marble set stairs with a sigh. "Dylan, come on," I hear from behind me. I spin around to find Ashley walking towards me.


"You know what," I say as I stand up and brush myself off. "Don't even worry about the cotillion, Ash. I wont force you to escort me, I know you don't want to anyways. So I'm just not going, okay? Now you don't have to suffer being around me,"


"Oh, don't be such a drama queen," He says and sits on the step were I once was "You know I'm not p.ssed at you," 


I sit down next to him with a sigh. "You so are, and it's ever since I've got back with Brent. That's why you told Ken, you knew he'd be mad,"


He smiles a little and leans on his knees. "I'm mad at Brent, not you," 


"What did he ever do to you?" I ask seriously; this question had been bothering me since Brent and I had broken up. 


He looks at me. "You really wanna know?" I nod. "He's done nothing to me,"


"Exactly."


"But he hurt you," He replies finally. "And I'll hate him for that for like... ever,"


I smirk a bit. "Really?" He nods this time. "But if that's true then why are you p.ssed at me?"


"I'm not. I'm p.ssed because... well, partly because I like you a whole lot and I don't want you getting back with that jerk and getting hurt and partly because... well, because I-I'm jealous," He mumbles and looks down at the grass his cheeks turning a rouge color.


My eyes widen. Ashley had never told me face to face his feelings for me and even though I always knew them it was a shock. "Oh," Is all I can say.


What did I do now? What did I say? 


"I'm sorry, I just don't feel the same," 


He chuckles and looks up at me. "Really? That isn't what you said to Tabby,"


I inhale angrily. "That was before me and Brent got back together, Ashley and you know that," I sigh. "What how do you know that?"


"Don't worry about that but honestly Dyl, no, actually I'm not sure I know anything about you. We're practically kissing one moment and the next you're back with your ex?" He runs a hand through his hair. "I just don't get it,"


I bite the inside of my cheeks in frustration. "Yeah, well, you don't need to," I say standing up and walking towards a bench surrounded by bushes.


"You can't just walk away," I hear him call after me.


I stop and turn to face him. "Oh, really? Because I am," I spit. "We should just be friends, Ashely, alright? That's what we're better at,"


I begin to walk away again but the consistent Ashley of course only follows. "I can't be just friends with you," He shouts. 


A flush of heat comes over me, I stop walking and turn around again to find Ashley right behind me. "I'm sorry," I squeak and bite my lip. "But that's the way it has to be,"


He shakes his head looking beyond frustrated. 


"I'll see you at the cotillion," I say and walk away finally.
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keziahh
Wrote three months ago
@vogueapparel UGH me too. These were the days

vogueapparel
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I was wondering the same thing... then laughed because I LOVED this role-play, like beyond!

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Ohhh is that why some of my sets aren't showing up?!?? Because of items??
 
Also do not worry at all :)

keziahh
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omg hahaha i legit just updated an item in it so it would show up in my sets, how embarrassing :') @buds-over-studs

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