➳Chapter 18➳

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I sat up and grabbed my phone scrolling through the contacts. I hovered over Holly's name. Should I?

No I shouldn't. I'll wait a few days to do so.

I flopped back onto my bed and groaned loudly.

I just wanted her to be happy and she definitely did not look happy.

I sighed into my bed and closed my eyes.

Why do I fuck up all the time?

Bella's POV

It's been a week since the incident with Dylan and I've avoided him like he was the plague. He does keep attempting to talk to me but I ignore or answer him with short replies if needed.

I haven't been eating much lately. No throwing up. Just not eating. I can't be fat. No way in hell can I be fat.

I know ignoring Dylan seems childish and it probably is but I don't know why I feel some sort of anger and disgust towards him.

I know he doesn't care about me in anyway. So why do I care so much?

I snap back to reality when I hear Dylan cough rather loudly may I add.

"Are you going to keep avoiding and ignoring me?" He sounded over all fed up.

"I'm not avoiding you or ignoring you."

"Yes you fucking are!" He snapped angrily.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I stared straight ahead at the tv playing.

"I'm fucking fed up of this shit!" He growled.

"Okay." I said blankly.

I heard his heavy footsteps and then a door slam.

I huffed in annoyance. I just mess up everything. With all of my feelings and stupid problems.

Hours passed and I endlessly watch Teen Wolf episodes and there is no sign whatsoever of Dylan.

This just makes avoiding him even easier. I had an apple in hand and was taking small bites of it whilst watching an intense scene of Stiles and Derek from season 1. Re-watching the whole thing like....

KISS! KISS! KISS! I chant to myself.

The door slammed open. "I can't fucking believe you!" Dylan slammed it shut behind him and was outraged.

Why is this boy always pissed??

I paused the luxurious scene of Derek taking his shirt off with Danny and Stiles in the room.

"What have I done now?" I asked deeply annoyed that Dylan ruined my Teen Wolf marathon.

"Why do you hate Holly so much?" He asked calmly this time but fury burned behind his eyes.

I frowned deeply, "I-we don't." I tried to say vaguely.

"Yes you fucking do!" He yelled at me and I flinched, "you didn't want me to ask her why you did because you'd know I'd find out how much of a monster you are!"

I looked at him confused, "W-what?" I stuttered.

Dylan crossed his arms and towered over me, "stop acting like the victim! Stop acting so fucking innocent!"

"I don't know what you're talking about Dylan." I mumbled.

"You put Holly in hospital many times when you guys were younger! You bullied her! You and your gang! And you had to move schools because of it! You hurt her emotionally and physically!" He said with so much hatred towards me.

I looked at him with a poker face and Dylan looked even more outraged. She twisted the story.

She twisted it to make it look like I was the bad person. My heart dropped and I gulped down cries. I put on a masked face and laughed bitterly, "You went to wherever the fuck she lives didn't you? To ask her about why we hate each other or why I hate her?" I told him not to, yet he did. I asked him something simple and he could not comply.

"Yes..." He trailed off looking confused and off guard. "You didn't want me to ask her because then I'd know it was all your fault. I can't believe Noah's on your side for this!" He growled.

"She told you a fake story. A twisted version." I looked at him, glaring.

"She didn't! Of course she didn't! You've been the one acting up lately and she hasn't! All you've been doing is hating her! Avoiding her! It all points to you Bella!" He said with absolute disgust that hurt me in some way no one has before.

I scoff at this, "I don't care whether you believe me or not Dylan. She twisted the story to make it look like she was the victim when it was the other way around."

"She wouldn't!" He looked like he was actually trying to convince himself and not me.

"And I would?!" Dylan looked torn for a few seconds at my question for him.

"I don't know." He whispered looking defeated he flopped back into the seat.

Betrayal might have crossed my features. That's all I felt right now. I thought we had something between us. We could've been friends. I think.... Or were we acquaintances? I thought we had some sense of trust between us both.

I scowled at Dylan. He doesn't trust me and I will not trust him.

"She bullied me. Verbally and physically. I was the one battered to death a few times. I was the one put into hospital a many times! I was the one bullied into a panic and eating disorder because of her and clique! I was the one moving schools because my mother and father finally found out why I was always getting these bruises. Why I was always home late. Why I was always panicking. Why I stopped eating for days and months on by! I was the girl who was the victim Dylan! Not her." Bella growled tears threatening to fall. "Believe what you want though."

I looked at Dylan's reaction. He looked upset for a few seconds, "Bella I'm-"

"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled at him, standing to my feet, "You always do this Dylan!" I looked at him angered and he had a frown placed on his beautiful features. No stop mind! You're angry at him. "You did this with Carlos too! You left me and then said sorry afterwards! You slept with Holly and then said sorry afterwards! And you think you have the fucking audacity to go and ask her about why I hate her?! You fucking think Dylan?!" I said the tears managing to escape and roll down my cheeks.

I looked at him and he sat quietly, with a look of despair covering his emotions. His shoulders slumped and he looked like a kicked puppy. All I wanted to do was run to him and hug him but no I couldn't. "That's my private life Dylan! I would've told you if I wanted to! You keep saying sorry to the things you've done acting like it makes everything better but it doesn't Dylan! That was the last straw! Three times is enough!" I snapped and turned away but then turned back for a second, "I was going to tell you soon but now you know. I have a panic and eating disorder because of the girl you slept with. The girl you asked about my private life! The girl you thought told you truth and you'd rather believe her over me!"

I turned away and stormed into my room and slammed the door closed. I slid down the door and pulled at my hair letting out a loud sob.

I couldn't really put my finger on why I was actually crying this much but I knew it was because I hated the fact Dylan believed her words over mine.

I could here loud profanities being said and things being smashed or most likely tipped over. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I heard Dylan yell and a smash making me jump.

I moved away from my door and locked it before I went to stand out on my balcony that looked over some of the city.

An hour or two passed of yelling and smashing things. I sighed leaning over the rails and looking at the view.

I heard a loud bang and some cuss words again. I jumped a little and noticed Dylan was out on his bedroom balcony.

Dylan had a bottle in his hands and looked semi drunk already. "You shouldn't be drinking that." I whispered looking at the passing cars and swaying palm trees.

"I can do what I want." He growled.

I glared at Dylan. "You'll get alcohol poisoning!"

"So what!" He let out a bitter laugh. "All in good at is drinking and being a man whore anyway."

"Dylan-" I tired to say.

"No shush!" He said firmly making me shut up. "You know I wish I wasn't such a fuck up." Drunk words. Drunk words. I repeated crossing my fingers behind my back. "My father wishes I wasn't a fuck up too." He laughed humourlessly. Dylan's face contorted in anger, "why can't you be like Noah?" He mimicked his father, "why can't you be like any of your friends?!" He sighed and took another long swig. "All I do is fuck up. I'm a boarder line alcoholic too." He scoffed. "I can't do anything right. My mother never gives up on me for some off reason. My father has. I hope my brother never turns out like me. A boarder line alcoholic man whore." He spat switching topics every time.

"Dylan-"

"No shut up! Don't tell me I'm perfect or anything! I'm not! I can't even make my damn parents proud! Every time I come home I'm always drunk or high or something along the lines and every time my mother tries to defend me against my father and all I see is how much I'm hurting her all the fucking time but do I do anything to stop it?! No I fucking don't!" He yelled and took another swig.

"Drinking now won't help." I whispered.

He stayed quiet for a few moments. "I just want to be good enough for my parents."

"You are Dylan." I said softly and looked at the swaying palm trees. "You're smart, you're the top of everything, you're athletic, you're great in business and you'll take the company over soon and when you do you'll take it even higher than it is."

"But you didn't mention how I drink excessively and I get high too." He scoffed, "And you didn't even mention how much I sleep around baby girl."

Shivers ran down my spine when he called me 'baby girl.' I coughed a little trying to stop my awkwardness, "well you could always stop Dyl. It's up to you when you stop doing that Dyl."

"I can't stop drinking!"

"Dylan." I said seriously, "Put the bottle down." He obliged slowly. "You need another distraction. You need to stop running away from your problems and face them. Grow a fucking pair Dylan." He laughed at some of my words.

"Easier said than done."

I cracked a soft smile and looked at him. Dylan was already staring at me, "We're throwing all the alcohol away Dylan."

He frowned, "Bella!"

"Dylan it'll help you and no more getting high. I can't always supervise you."

He chuckled, "I never really get high anymore."

"Good." I nodded.

"Now let's talk about your problem mi amor."

"No." I scowled.

"Yes." He said persistently, "so baby you're not going to listen to anything Holly says from no on because you know why she's a bitch."

I cracked a weak smile, "Hmm okay."

"I beg you don't throw up your food-"

"I don't." I said monotonously.

"Well that's good for a start. Uhm how much have you eaten?"

I bit my cheek, "An apple and some orange juice."

I could feel Dylan's burning stare on the side of my face and he sighed, "You need to eat more."

"I'm fat Dylan!" I muttered. "I can't be fat."

"You're not fat!" He exclaimed throwing his arms in the air. "How many times do you get panic attacks."

"Hardly ever. They're rare now." I stated.

"Let's make a deal." I looked at him curiously. "I stop drinking unless you let me, for occasions for instance and if I stop drinking and sleeping around because I never get high anymore so we can count that off the list." I looked at him confused, "basically I stop drinking and you start eating. Deal?"

I looked at him hesitantly, "deal."

"Good because we're going out for dinner. So I can apologise even more. I'm truly sorry Bella for invading your privacy like that."

I sighed, "Just give me a few hours or a day or so to get over it."

"Okay." I saw him grin in the darkness. "Go get ready!"

I laughed and went to shower.

I called room service after my shower to tell them we'd need some type of clean up team in our pent house and we'd pay for all the damage done and to throw out every alcoholic beverage in our rooms.

I dried my hair and straightened it out. I put on a white lace dress that was long sleeved and stopped about on my knee. It was like a white block skirt and crop top and the the rest had lace on and it. So there was a lace cut on my stomach and my arms and collar are was all lace. Does that even make sense?

Anyways I paired this with glossy white heels and went to do makeup.

After doing it to perfection very quick. When you become a master of makeup. I smiled at my reflection. I looked good but my cheeks were quiet hollowed and eyes sunk in not from the makeup but the lack of food.

I sighed. "You look beautiful." I noticed Dylan standing behind me now and looking at me in the mirror.

His fingers grazed my cheek and he pushed a strand of loose hair behind my ear and then leaned down. I looked at him curiously through the mirror and I felt his lips brush behind my ear and a little kiss was left on the top of my ear.

He's doing this shit again. I gulped a little and felt my stomach churn. Damn these feelings.

"You're still wearing that necklace?" He chuckled touching the little diamond that rest a little under my collarbones.

"Uh-h yes." I nervously laughed.

Dylan chuckled at my nervousness. "Shall we leave?" Dylan stood beside me now and had his hand out.

I nodded taking his hand. I grabbed my clutch bag and we walked out and I stopped assessing the damage he had done to the living room.

I raised an eyebrow at Dylan, who scratched the back of his neck and let out an uneasy laugh. The tables were flipped, glass was everywhere, a hole punched in the table and the walls weren't damaged strangely.

There was a knock and I opened the door, "You requested a clean up miss smith?"

"Yes I did. Thank you." I nodded at a short brunette and let her in.

She gaped at the mess. "I'm very sorry." Dylan looked guiltily, "Just put all the damages on my tab and I'll pay for it all."

"I'll need more than one person." She laughed quietly and I smiled at her.

"Thank you." I nodded as Dylan as I walked out.

Dylan wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close. "You always look so stunning." He whispered making me giggle.

Oh shit I'm giggling. That usually means something right? When you giggle?

He guided me towards an Aston Martin that was black and opened the door for me and I thanked him sitting inside.  He sat in the drivers seat and started up the car. Ohhh I like this car.

We chatted to each other and I saw the Burj Khalifa in the distance and I looked at Dylan confused. "Why are we here?"

"Well there's a restaurant on the 122nd floor and it's amazing." Dylan smirked.

I laughed and nodded. We parked near other fancy looking cars.

We both stepped out of the car and met at the front of the car, where Dylan wrapped his arm around my waist.

We walked inside and I admired everything. It was as truly stunning as people had said it was.

Dylan nodded at a few people with a smirk playing at his lips and they nodded back smiling. He probably knew them.

Dylan led me towards the elevators. I wonder how many times he's been here.

I moved away from Dylan to press the button. I had to press it. Dylan chuckled and we waited for a few seconds.

I looked up at the little square and noticed it was on 0, so it was here.

I took a step back and the doors opened and people walked out.

We walked into the elevator and within a minute it had reached the 122nd floor. Woah that's fast!

We walked in and I gaped at how beautiful it was. We walked down the stairs and I just looked at the view. Waiters were dotted around everywhere. The bar was lined up with many different alcoholic beverages we weren't allowed to touch since their 21 and over policy. The ceiling was a blood red colour and the windows were from ceiling to floor and you could see the amazing view of the city.

I felt a hand on my back. "Don't drool." I heard Dylan tease and I quickly closed my mouth and wiped around it. No drool. Asshole.

Dylan lightly pressed on my back indicating me to move. I moved forward and we stood in front of a table that was directly in front of the window that overlooked the city.

I stared at the view for longer before I felt Dylan's hand leave my back and I looked to where he went. Dylan pulled out a chair and gestured me to sit.

I smiled brightly and he went to take a seat too.
"This is is an amazing view." My eyes drifted over the city again.

"I've seen better." I could feel his gaze on me. I looked away from the city and met his gaze. I blushed brightly and he chuckled, a smirk placing itself on his lips.

The waiter came around, "So what can I get you?"

I looked at the menu and then up at Dylan slightly stuck. "For starters we both would like to take the Smoked Bread Foie Gras." Dylan looked up from the menu and smiled at the waiter.

"Drinks?"

"I'll take a Red Dragon please." I flashed the waiter a smile.

"And I'll take a Tropical Smile." I tried to conceal my laugh and Dylan shrugged rolling his eyes at my behaviour.

"Would you like to order your main courses now too?" The waiter looked up from their notebook.

"Sure." I nodded and scanned the menu quickly, "I'll have the Black Cod Miso."

"I'll have the Rhug Estate Lamb."

The waiter nodded, "Okay. It won't be long." He smiled and walked away.

"Thank you." I said go Dylan quickly my eyes darting from him to the plate in front of me that would be filled with food soon that I would have to eat.

"For what mi amor?" He chuckled at my slight nervousness.

"Uhm for pushing me to do the right thing and for not letting me spiral to that dark place." I shuddered a little.

"No problem." Dylan smiled softly, intertwining our hands on the table making my stomach flutter and I felt somewhat happy. "I'm really sorry Bella." Dylan looked sad. Ugh no! He looks like a kicked puppy with his honey brown eyes all big and wide and sad and a frown and his shoulders slumped and everything!

I didn't really know what to say. I bit my lip a little, "I said I'd get over it and I just- please don't believe Holly." I said softly and then cringed at my tone.

Dylan's facial expression changed quickly and he nodded quickly, "Of course. She's a lying bitch." He muttered under his breath and I laughed.

Our waiter came back with the drinks and then again with two plates in his hands. He set them down carefully and we thanked him.

I examined the plate a little. On the plate was little sliced bread pieces with some sort of meat with it. I shrugged and took a sip of my fruity drink. I looked up and Dylan was already eating the starter and raised an eyebrow at me.

"Come on mi amor. I'll get you more Nutella if you eat it all." Dylan urged me on.

My eyes lit up and I beamed and quickly went to finish it. "You owe me Nutella." I smirked whilst wiping my mouth.

Dylan laughed and was about to open him mouth but the waiter came with our food. He set it down carefully.

I picked up my knife and fork and picked at my fish. I scrunched up my nose. "So if I'm already buying you Nutella what else would get you to eat...?" Dylan asked questioningly noticing me picking at my fish, "A round of Marvel movies and ice cream and Nutella and I'll take you to the candy shop in the mall after."

My lips turned up into a smirk, "You've got a deal Knight." I nodded and started eating it slowly.

We made small chit chat whilst eating. "Do you want dessert?" Dylan asked once I finished my last bite and pushed

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