Volume 2- CHAPTER FIFTY ONE

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Beginning of VOLUME 2 🎉

I am extremely excited to present to you the first chapter of volume 2 and the 51st chapter overall! I am so happy to be posting this rn. A lot is to come with the following chapters!!! Though I must let you know, the uploads might be a bit slow as my exams are knocking at the door. Haha! But I have to keep posting. For those who have shown so much love in the previous part and for myself. Love you all, my cuties! Hope you enjoy this part!! Do let me know how you feel and Peace✌️

AVERY

I sit silently in the car, trying my best to get out but every time I gather up. the courage, a bad feeling holds me back. I turn my head towards the metal gate of the graveyard for the tenth time, and the bad feeling is back. Sighing heavily, I place my hands on the steering and rest my forehead against the back of my hands. A buzzing sound from my phone makes me lift my head. The screen is lit up with Dylan's name. Reaching out, I grab the phone from the other seat and press it against my ear. "Hey..."

"Where are you? It's already 8." I hear shuffling noise in the background. I've been sitting here for half an hour now, trying to get out. I rest my head against the seat and sigh.

"Yeah, I am on my way..." I answer him and look out of the window.

"Are the guards with you?" Glancing at the rearview mirror, I see the silver car of the guards behind me. They have been with me, since the morning. Although I am allowed to drive my car, Dylan does not want me to go anywhere on my own. When I stopped here an hour ago, one of them, Rob, as I recall his name, came up to me and asked if I had any problem. I know Dylan cares for me and that is why he made these arrangements but it will take me a long time to get used to this.

I nod, forgetting he can't see me and then answer, "Yeah, they are behind me."

"Okay, get home soon."

"Yeah..." I hang up and throw the phone to the seat. I turn the car back on and press the gas. The tyres make a screeching noise against the road and soon I am away from the graveyard. Although I try to focus on the road, the fact that I couldn't make myself go to Marc makes it next to impossible.

On reaching home, I park my car in the garage and get down, still pondering over the hundreds of thoughts running through my head. I walk into the house, with my head turned towards the floor. As I enter the living room, two hands fall on my shoulders and I look up to find Dylan searching my face with a frown. "Are you ok?" I didn't even notice him come towards me.

I nod and lets go of my shoulder. Stepping past him, I mutter, "Why would you think I am not?"

"I don't know..." he shrugs and asks, "Why are you late?"

Walking up to the couches, I bend over and open my shoes. "Just work..." I don't turn around.

He walks up to my side and asks, "Are you sure?" I look at his face. His frown has deepened. His hands are crossed against his chest and his hair wet making it known that he just got out of the shower. As much as I would like to draw an image of that in my mind, it will only make things worse right now.

"Yeah...I'm kinda tired, I'll just go freshen up," I say, nonchalantly.

"Okay, cool." Without waiting anymore, I walk up to my room and get into the shower after undressing as quickly as possible. As the warm water hits my shoulders, I flinch a little bit soon ease out. My muscles begin to relax and all the thoughts seem to get washed away along with the water.

I stand under the water for some more after washing my body and hairs and step out. I walk out of the bathroom and put on a sweatshirt and a pair of Micky Mouse PJs. Well yes, it is my room. I am still staying in my room. We haven't talked about me moving into Dylan's room. The idea is there but I dont know I feel about it yet.

As I run the comb through my wet hair, I hear the click of the doorknob and Dylan steps in. My eyes fall on his through the mirror and he holds the stare before stepping closer and asking. "Avery, what's wrong?"

Removing my eyes from his, I continue combing my hair. "Nothing. Told you." He walks up to my side and leans against the cupboard, facing me.

"I know something is bothering you and I can't understand if you don't tell me..." I pause what I am doing and look at him. He is waiting expectantly for me to answer. Even the thought of bringing this topic up terrifies me. I've pushed him away and hurt him several times because of this and as much as I know that this time I will not do anything like that, I cannot ignore the fact that it is bothering me.

"People can tolerate something to some extent," I answer quietly.

"What do you mean? Did I do something to upset you?" He straightens up immediately.

"It's not you, Dylan." I shake my head and say, "It doesn't matter."

"It matters when it is bothering you," he presses.

"It's..." sighing, I let my hands fall to my side and look at him, "I stopped at the graveyard today."

He stares at me quietly for a moment before nodding and saying, "Okay...and..?"

"I couldn't go in." As I say the words, my head tilts down and I feel embarrassed.  I dont know what is more embarrassing, the fact that I couldn't go in, or that I am saying this to Dylan right now.

He brings a finger, hooks it under my chin and tilts my head up. Holding my stare, he asks, "Is it because of last night?"

"Yeah..."

"Do you regret it?"

"No," I answer quickly. I dont want him to think I regret it. I can never regret the moment that we had, all the things that I felt. I know the reason why I couldn't go in front of Marc today but I will never hope that the 'reason' didn't happen. Argh! I can't even understand myself anymore.

Snapping me out of my mind, Dylan says, "Avery, just because we slept together, doesn't mean I expect you to change or forget all about your past or move into my room. I want you to be comfortable. I want you to do whatever you want." I stare at his face, unable to believe how can someone be so perfect. I expected him to realize how messed up I am and give me an ultimatum or something. But then again, I knew he wouldn't do anything like that. It is Dylan, after all.

The corner of my lips lift and circling my hands around his neck, I say, "You know what I want to do right now?" Frowning, he lifts his chin. "Kiss you."

"What?" He lets out a chuckle.

Tilting my head to the side, I ask, "Why are you so sweet?"

Rolling his eyes, he scoffs, "I'm not sweet."

"You are." I lift my self on my tiptoes and press a small peck on his lips, my body immediately starts shouting for more. "That makes it even hard to stay away from you." He puts his arms around my waist and pulls me gently towards him.

"On a serious note though, I don't want you to feel obliged to do something."

My smile broadens and shaking my head gently, I say, "I don't. Thank you."

"Should we go eat now?" He asks.

"Yeah." Holding my hand in his, we walk out of my room. "What's for dinner?"

"I don't know. Probably something good," he shrugs.

"Mhmm," I say, distractedly. Suddenly a question pops up in my head and I blurt it out, "Did you ever love or date, someone?"

He glances at me once, probably not expecting the question to come out of the blue then nods, "Yeah, I did. I dated a few girls but I thought I loved only one." Okay. That was past, Avery. Stop your ears from heating up. Is this how it feels to be jealous? Wow. "I was in college, we dated for like a year before she dumped me and switched college."

"She broke up with you because she was switching colleges?" I ask. Why would you do that?! Leave it be, woman!

"I don't know. She broke up with me, saying 'it wasn't working' and then switched colleges."

I nod and dont say anything until we reach the dining room. Unable to contain the curiosity, I ask, "Do you still love her?"

He looks at me as if I lost my mind then snorting, he says, "What am I? 21?"

"Why?" I ask, sitting down on the table.

"We dated on my Junior year. That too for a year. It's been what, 8-9 years?" He takes the seat right beside me, unlike the last few days when I didn't even know when he ate.

"Wow! That's a long time ago."

"What about you? Did you date anyone?" He asks. He knows I didn't necessarily date Marcus. Maybe we would have if things hadn't gone wrong but I took to long to confess my feelings.

"Yeah. A few. My first boyfriend was when I was...16, I think...?" I can't remember the first time but I am pretty sure it wasn't before 16. We had a rule of not dating until 16.

"I was 15 during my first relationship. The girl was two years older than me." My eyebrows shot up at his answer.

Clearing my throat gently, I ask, "So...what...are you into older girls?"

He seems to think little then answers, "I mean...if we see...you could say that."

Lifting my eyebrows, I look down at the table and say, "I am three years younger than you. You know that, right?" I glance at him through my lashes.

Leaning towards me, he whispers, "There are always exceptions, baby." Biting my lower lip, I nod. A blush creeps up my neck and I squeeze my thighs together. Something about his husky whisper makes my body react almost immediately. That's when Mrs Griffin comes in carrying two plates of spaghetti. Dylan straightens up and leans. Placing the plates in front of us, she helps up pour ourselves two glasses of water and leaves. We dive in immediately. It tastes as good as it looks. After a while, Dylan, speaks up again. "Did Marcus date anyone?" The question makes me stop eating but his expression shows that he is genuinely interested.

My lips form into a smile and I answer, "A ton of girls!"

"Whoa. Really?" He lets out a laugh.

"Yeah! He was not like the typical bad boy who goes around sleeping with girls but he had his charm." Taking a bite, I continue with my mouth still full, "He used to go on so many dates! Oh god! I remember!" Swallowing down, I start, "So, there was this one time, he had dates lined up for two weeks straight! WITH DIFFERENT GIRLS, EVERY DAY!"

Dylan's eyes widen and he starts laughing loudly, throwing his head back. "Oh god. When was it?"

"I think when we started high school. That was a golden time for that boy." Shaking my head, I take another bite and say, "Girls fought for him, literally. I remember one time, they were fighting in the school corridor over him and the person who was most excited in the audience was Marcus." I start laughing along with Dylan. Scenes of that fight when both the girls were pulling each other's hairs in front of the lockers flashes in front of me, making me go hysterical. I was in the canteen when Marcus came flying towards me and dragged me to that spot to show me what was going on. He was even cheering for them. 

As we finally controlled our laughter, Dylan speaks up again, but this time, in a serious tone. "Weren't you jealous?"

I shrug in answer. "I was...but I knew he wasn't interested in any of them."

"Then why would he go on a date?" Does not make sense. Neither did it make sense to me then but I never stopped him from going on these dates.

"Probably for fun." I shrug. All the times I would spend the evening at home, thinking and worrying about Marcus falling for one of them.

"Or maybe he wanted to make you jealous..." my eyes drift to Dylan's face. He has a quiet expression on his face filled with anticipation.

"Maybe..." I sigh heavily and shrug, "I don't know. He was kind of a lot different around them. With me, he was always outspoken, honest. And with them, he was always flirting..." pointing at my almost empty plate, I say with a chuckle, "Like...he could turn this spaghetti into something dirty." Dylan chuckles along and I continue, "if you meet him, he would be quiet around you and all but once you get to know him and become his friend, he is different. But boy if you are a girl and are hitting on him..." pressing my lips to keep from smiling, I shake my head side to side. "It worked weirdly on girls. I mean, I fell for him hard, so speaks for itself."

I go back to eating and Dylan goes silent for a moment then says softly, "I don't think it was the same."

"How?" I ask.

He shrugs, "Like you know he was always your friend, so I feel like you fell for the real him, instead of what he showed off to get those girls."

I open my mouth and close it then go over what he just said. Marcus never flirted with me, even if he did, I pretended not to understand. He was always my best friend first then my crush. A slow smile forms on my face and I nod, "You're right."

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