[17] Walking Away From Mr.Player

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Anyway, read on, and please IGNORE the errors, I typed it on my phone :D

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Chapter 17

I sat on the bed, motionless. My heart was pounding hard against my chest. I wanted to cry and at the same time scream. I wanted to confront Dylan, and at the same time hide away in some dark desolate corner for the rest of my life. I felt so embaressed, humiliated. Afterall this time, I just ended up being Mr. Player's toy, another girl he had used up like a tissue paper, and was about to throw away.

I clutched the bedsheet closer to me and wrapped myself up in a ball. The room was spinning, I was in a daze. All of this was too hard to believe. It was getting hard to breathe. I felt a sob building up, tears were welling in my eyes. I bit my lips hard.

No, I won't cry. Not here, not like this. I got out of the bed and quickly put my clothes on. I took in a deep breath. Its now or never.

I clutched the doorknob and opened the door. I was momentarily shocked to see that neither Matt nor Dylan were anywhere around. Well good, she wasn't really sure if she was ready to confront Dylan right now.

I tiptoed down the stair-case, my heels clutched in my hands. No one was about. It looked as if a tornado had travelled through the party hall. The chairs lay up-side down, the curtains were on the ground. Empty beer bottles and cups littered the floor.

I silently walked. My hands were shaking beside me. I didn't utter a single word, my mind was blank. If I wanted to cry and feel sorry for myself, I'll do it in my room, not here for the world to see.

I didn't see Dylan at all this morning. I reached home half an hour later. Mom was not home. I used the spare key. Mom had probably asked Tia where I was. And hopefully, she had covered up for me.

I quickly stripped off that dress and threw it in a deep dark corner of my closet. My head didnt hurt, I hadn't drunk like hell last night, which was probably why I was more angry with myself. How could I have let Dylan get to me? Why didn't I avoid him? Why didn't I stay away from him?

I took a long shower, a really long one. I was even blasting loud Ke$ha songs, anything to keep my mind blank. Thinking about Dylan was probably the last thing I wanted to do right now.

But I wasn't sucessful for long.

As I came out of the bathroom, I noticed I'd gotten a new text. I shut off the song playing. Suddenly the house was quiet. I slowly clicked on the small envelope icon and there stood a text from Dylan.

'Hey Alex, where r u? U cud hv told me u were going. Nyway wanna hangout dis evening?'

I couldn't believe what I was just reading. So now he cared about my whereabouts? He didn't seem to care about me this morning when he was telling Matt that he was just around me because he wanted to sleep with me. I stared at the message in disbelief, waiting for a new text which would say something like- Just kidding! Don't show me your face ever again. I've already got what I wanted.

But no such message came.

Wasn't he satisfied with what he got last night? If he thought I was going to stick around him just so he could use me all over again, he was wrong, so wrong. So I simply ignored his text.

Surprisingly, I wasn't feeling really sad anymore, just angry. I wanted to beat the crap out of someone. Oops! I meant Dylan. And as much as beating him sounded fun, I couldn't really do it.

Now, now don't start getting any ideas. No, I'm not in love with him or anything. Hah! Like something like that is seriously gonna happen. Actually, he still doesn't know I heard his conversation with Matt. I'm not gonna give him the satisfaction of hurting me. I mean sure, the damage was already done. But he shouldn't know that I know that he has played me. I'll leave him. I'll stay away from him, and he'll not even know why.

If he thought he could physically use me like he does with every other girl, he is wrong!

He was right about one thing though. He didn't have my heart, just like he said a couple of days ago. Or was it weeks? Well anyway, he didn't have my heart. Maybe that's why I didn't feel shattered and broken. Maybe because he hadn't broken my heart. Because really, he didn't have it. I was not in love with him. Last night was just a mistake. A mistake I regret, yet at the same time am thankful for. Why? Because it showed me exactly who Dylan was.

I'd thought he wasn't really the full-of-himself, obnoxious, arrogant, self-centered badass Player. That he had a heart. What a joke! How could I be so blind?!

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I stared at Dylan's text. I had to meet him, get this over with. I still hadn't replied his text from morning and he had texted me a couple more times. I didn't want him over at my house? Kicking him out wouldn't be easy. Well, in that case I'll have to go and meet him.

'Meet me at the thinking place at 6' I texted him. His reply came instantly. It said 'Okay'.

I got up, my heart was hammering furiously against my chest. I was getting a strange feeling in my gut. I was excited, thrilled, but something didn't feel right.

I sighed. I had to do it.

I pulled on my denim shorts and a top. I tied my hair into a high pony tail and slipped on a pair of flats. Mom was still in office. I had talked to her about an hour ago, making up some excuse about why I wasn't home at night. I went over and started my car and headed off.

The thinking place.

Wasn't this where me and Dylan had started fresh and new? As friends? Hah! Friends! He probably thought since he couldn't get me by seducing me the way he did, he'll pretend being a friend. And guess what? I'd fallen for it! How could I be so stupid?

Me and Dylan used to often meet at the thinking place, and talk about stuff. But today we were meeting for a new reason entirely.

I went over there and leaned against one the trees. It was vacant--as usual.

Dylan wasn't even here yet. And till he came here, I was continuously thinking about him. About all our kisses. Our first one, in the party. I had no idea even today why I did what I did. Maybe I wanted to remove that stupid smirk off his face when he said I didn't know how to kiss.

And that night of our study-date, when we both were walking and then it started raining and we kissed in the rain.

Oh god, I had to stop thinking about him, about all our. Intimate moments. Even if they mean the world to me, they are absolutely nothing for Dylan. I'm just another girl he used.

"Uhm!" I heard someone clearing their throat.

I looked up and my eyes met a pair of the most beautiful green eyes I'd ever seen. Dylan's eyes. They were so deep...so intoxicating. Why did they suddenly look so much better today?

"Alex...Earth to Alex...!" Dylan was waving his hands in front of my eyes. Had I just spaced out?

"Uh, hey Dylan" I mumbled.

"So...you wanted to talk?"

"Uh...yes"

We both simply stood there, not talking. It suddenly got really quiet.

"Look--" we both started at the same time.

"You first" Dylan said.

"Well, let's just forget last night okay. Let's pretend it never happened. And let's pretend we don't know each other"

"But why? I mean we're friends. Don't you want to be my friend anymore?"

"Dylan, friends don't sleep with each other! They don't kiss the way we do! Friends aren't supposed to do this. And since we can never be more than friends, there's no point sticking around is it?"

"Alex, what are you talking about?"

"Dylan, I'm sick of resisting you. I can't do that anymore, okay? You're a player. You're probably noy going to commit to a girl, specially not a girl like me. And since I can't really have you, what's the point of hanging around you and torturing myself?"

"Alex--"

"No Dylan, let me talk. I don't wanna be friends with benefits or something like that. I'm not like Stacey or those girls. So let's just forget each other."

"What's got into you Alex?!"

"Okay, you wanna know what? Fine! I heard you talking to Matt this morning. Sorry, but I know about your pretending to be my friend and using me shit."

"Wha--"

"No! Listen, okay? I'm not gonna sit silently by your side while you play me. I'm Alex Rojers and I'm different. So good bye Dylan, don't ever try to be my 'friend' again" I said making air quotes. "Just a couple of weeks back, at this very place you promised me that you won't hurt me. Guess what? You broke that promise. I thought you were genuinely interested to be my friend. Genuinely interested to know me. But no! All you care about is having sex."

"Alex--"

"Dylan please!" I extended my hand in front of me, stopping him. "No, the talk is finished. I hope we never talk again. Forget me like you intended to do all along. I wont take revenge on you or all that crap. That's not me. Bye"

I turned to go but felt Dylan grab my arm. "Not like this Alex, you're not going anywhere!"

"Yes I am" I said, turning to glare at him. "Leave me!"

"Alex!" He pulled me towards him. I collided with his strong abs.

"What excuse are you going to make this time mr. Player? That you didn't mean what you said?That you really want me as a friend. But if you do, then why did you sleep with me? That you like me? But then why are you still the player and I another one of your used up girls?"

That shut Dylan up. "If you like me Dylan, why are you hurting me? But if don't like me, why are you asking me not to go?"

Dylan looked blank. He didn't say anything.

"So you're done talking now Dylan? Anything you wanna say? No? Fine then, good bye."

I walked off. Every step I took, felt like lifting tons of stones. I kept wishing Dylan would call me out. Say anything. But he didn't. And just like that, I walked away.

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