LOVERS OR ENEMIES

Chapter 8

My sister was back after ten years one whole f*****g decade, and she just waltzes back into mine and my mothers lives. In case your wondering about my sister, she ran away when she was thirteen years old now she is probably twenty three twenty four.

“Hey sis… I’m” She begins on a sentence.

“Why are you here?” I ask, cutting her off rudely.

“Can’t a sister just come visit her mom and little sis?” she asks.

“You ran off because of our aunt and uncle… at the age of 13… so don’t try playing those cards with me sis,” I say, annoyed. “Where’d my mom go?” I ask, glaring at her.

“She went on a business trip with her boss… she told me to tell you to watch the house,” She responds.

“And why should I believe you?” I ask her.

“Just call her yourself,” Brooke tells me.

“Fine…” I say, getting my phone out to find 38 missed calls from Dylan and 49 unread messages from him… Instead of looking at the messages, I find my mom’s name in my contacts and press the call button.

“Hey, darling,” She answers her phone.

“Hey mom… where are you?” I ask.

“Didn’t Brooke tell you? My boss took me on a business trip… I won’t be home for a few weeks… but I’ll text and call you… also… please be nice to your sister… she’ll be staying with you for the weeks I’ll be gone,” She responds proudly.

“Alright… whatever mom… love you… and be careful,” I say before hanging up. “So I guess you’re staying with me… don’t do anything stupid or you’ll be back on the streets,” I warn her.

“Yeah, I know, lil sis… don’t worry… I still trust that you can easily beat me like you used to when we practiced fighting… and the surprise there would be that you were younger,” She is right… I was always the good fighter, she was always the best makeup artist.

“I got to go take care of something… make yourself comfortable… and don’t do…”

“I know, I know… don’t do anything stupid… I won’t… go take care of your stuff… I’ll be down here watching Netflix or something.

“Whatever…” I roll my eyes before walking up the stairs and into my room.

Then my phone rang… I ignored the first 6 times it rang, but on the 7th, I had given up and answered.

*Black Magic by little mix for my ringtone*

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?” I finally answer the phone to Dylan.

“Relax, babe… I just wanted to apologize… I didn’t mean to hurt you…” He says, his voice full of sorrow.

“You better be happy that my arm is not sprained… you’d be the one who paid for my bill, and I’d probably sue your dumb ass…” I tell him.

“I know… are you at your house?” He asks.

“Why does it matter?” I ask.

“Because your lights are on,” He says.

“Are you out of my flipping house?” I ask, running down the stairs and look out the living room windows.

“Hey there…” He says, waving.

“You’re a dumb ass,” I confront him.

“I know… You’ve told me a million times already,” He says.

“What are you doing, Dylan?” I ask him.

“What do you mean, Princess?” He asks, and of course he smirks.

“You’re not coming in…” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Why not?” He asks.

“Because it’s my house… and I don’t want you to come in…” I tell him.

“See you in a minute, Princess,” He says.

“What?” I ask, but he hangs up.

“Who was it?” Brooke asks.

“No one,” I say, walking to the kitchen.

*Knock Knock* Oh no he didn’t

“Don’t answer th…” I run out of the kitchen towards the door. “That,” I say, as Brooke opens it.

“Hello? Can I help you sir?” Brooke asks.

“I’m here to see…”

“Are you the plumber… I’m sorry but I think Ms. Gallion needed it over there…” Brooke says, seriously… I was having a hard time holding my laughter in. “Or are you the butler… mom said that he’d be here sometime… hell I didn’t even know we had a butler until today… Are you the architecture? Mr. Brack needed one over at his house…” Brooke pointed to the other side of our house to where Mr. Brack’s house is.

“Goodness woman… let me speak,” Dylan says, exasperated.

“OH MY GOD… ARE YOU MADDIE’S BOYFRIEND… AH… MADDIE… I CAN’T BELIEVE, YOU KNOW HOW TO CHOOSE THEM!” She screams, embarrassing me… my god… my whole family can be a bit over the top. By a bit, I mean a lot a bit.

“Brooke Carter Black… I can’t believe you just said that,” I say, glaring at her.

“So are you?” Brooke asks Dylan.

“Not yet, but very very soon,” Dylan says, smirking at me while I roll my eyes.

“Will you leave?” I ask, remembering why I didn’t want to be around him.

“I haven’t been here that long… and this is the first time I’ve actually met your… sister,” Dylan says, wondering something different.

“My sister and I were about to…” I start.

“No… we weren’t…” Brooke cuts me off and glares at me. “I was going to watch a movie… you could take her,” Brooke says, pushing me closer to Dylan. Really?

“Come on… please, babe,” He begs again… god… there’s not really anywhere to run this time.

“Fine,” I groan, hating this idea.

“Great,” He says, starting to drag me out of the house.

“No,” I say, stiffening my feet so he stops.

“What?” He asks.

“We can talk in my room… I don’t want to go anywhere,” I say, taking my hand out of his.

“Okay,” He smiles a bit.

He follows me up to my room, I sit on my bed, he closes my door and sits next to me.

“So…” He begins, awkwardly.

“So?” I ask, nervously picking at the purple nail polish on my finger nails.

“I really didn’t mean to shove you,” He says, looking down while guilt shows on his face.

“Anything else?” I ask, annoyed.

“I usually get stopped by a bigger, more muscular person like my friends… that’s why I shoved you, because that’s what I usually do… I mean… I know there really isn’t any excuse that can make up for what I did… but I really want you to know… I’m really sorry… I know I hurt you… and I didn’t mean to… I know that shove was more than you could handle… and I don’t have any excuse… well actually I have plenty… but I won’t tell you them… because they’re just excuses, and they won’t help with my case… So… I won’t force you to forgive me… mostly because you can’t force anyone to forgive you… I mean it’s literally impossible, even I’d think so…” He rants… Oh my god… have I told all of you how adorable it is when he nervously rants… it’s so cute…

“Hey…” I start, putting my hand on his, and lace our fingers together. “I’m no grudge holder… I forgive you… just don’t do it again,” I say, kind of happy with myself… it’s like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders… I guess forgiving does set you free. Or maybe I’m just going soft, nah that isn’t possible.

“I promise it won’t ever happen again Princess.” He says a smile forming on his face.

“Good” I say feeling weirdly happy. 

“Hey” I say to Dylan as I jump up to a standing position.

“What” He asks looking at me kind of confused.

“Do you wanna watch netflix.” I ask him while pulling out my laptop.

“Sure thing Princess.” He says sweet and gentle.

“Okay what do you wanna watch.” I ask him

“Whatever you want.” Dylan says quietly.

As I logged in on my laptop I was walking toward my bed and tripped, Dylan caught me and my laptop I was still holding.

“Be more careful Princess.” Dylan whispers softly to me.

“I’ll try.” I say while standing up and walking over to my bed and plopping down on it. I pat the spot next to me for Dylan to come sit down at. He walks over and sits down right beside me.

I pulled up netflix and put on a movie. Dylan wrapped his arm around me softly and before the movie introduction was over I was fast asleep.

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When I woke up I saw my laptop was dead and Dylan was asleep next to me with his arm still wrapped around me. I tried to get out of his arms  without him waking up. Luckily for me I was successful. As soon as I was free I plugged my laptop in and headed downstairs and into the kitchen and grabbed a small bag of fruit snacks and after eating half I just put then back in the pantry, then started back up stairs when I got into my room I found Dylan still sleeping soundly, awe he is so cute when he's sleeping. I was about to walk over to him when I heard a voice say.

“You know Princess it's considered creepy to watch someone while they sleep.” And with that I rolled my eyes and Dylan came and walked up to me. “You really shouldn't roll your eyes at me Princess, it kinda turns me on.” He whispers into my ear, and as he does that I felt chills run up my spine as I felt his hot breath on my neck making me shudder under him. Why does he have to turn me on so much when he's like this, ugh I hate emotions. 

“Princess” Dylan says to me.

“Yes” I ask him.

“What are you thinking about.” He whispers in front of my face.

Hmm, what am I thinking about that I can tell Dylan anyway, hmm I guess I'm thinking about how bad I wanna kiss him right now among other things, and well I'm always thinking about how weird I am so I don't know if that qualifies, but oh well it's whatever.  That's when I realized I had said that all out loud. I quickly put my hand over my mouth trying to forget what I had just said, but it was too late the genie was out of the bottle,  And it was all my stupid mouths fault ugh this is why I hate talking. Cause it gets you into trouble. 

When I look at Dylan I see a huge smirk on his face, and then he crashed his lips onto mine softly yet passionately,  smooth yet fast, and without a second thought to me yet with all my consent. Goodness gracious why does he have to be so f*****g hot and also why does he have to be freaking s*x on legs. I mean come on is he trying to f*****g kill me by giving me a f*****g heart attack,  the f*****g asshole. 

When he pulled away I nearly couldn't stand anymore. 

“Are you okay, Princess?” He asks me.

“Oh, I'm definitely okay, in fact I'm perfect.” I say still shocked by the amazing kiss he gave me.

“Are you now?” He asks, smirking… please stop smirking.

“I… I…” I’m lost for words.

“Cat caught your tongue?” He asks.

“Leave me alone,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“What’d I say about…” He begins, but he gets cut off by Gen clearing her throat. “Oh, mother…” He clears his throat.

“What are you doing here.” Dylan asks her.

“You know I could ask you the same question sweetie.” Gen reply’s back.

“He came here to apologize to me about something.” I say trying to save his skin.

“ Oh really and is everything okay.” She asks me.

“Oh yeah everything is fine we’re all good now, right Dylan.” I ask him quietly.

“Yeah we’re good and everything is fine.” He tells Gen, well more like asks her.

“Okay well I just came here to give Maddie some stuff she left at the house, so here i’ll just set these right here.” Gen said and with that she left and I heard the front door open and close.

After we knew she left Dylan turned towards me and looked at me in the eyes, then suddenly I burst out laughing Dylan following. 

“That was hilarious,” I say after sobering up from my laughter.

“I know right… that situation would’ve made us so awkward… especially if my mom heard me say that…” He says, still chuckling a little bit.

“You’re right… but what if she did hear us?” I ask, making him nervously rub his neck.

“Just get dressed… we have school,” He states, walking into my bathroom.

“I didn’t say you could use my bathroom,” I holler to him as I walk into my closet.

“I didn’t think it was a crime to use the bathroom,” He responds stupidly.

“But it’s my bathroom, so out,” I walk out of my closet with a black and white romper on and my hair tied in a high ponytail.

“Fine… whatever… I’ll see you downstairs,” He walks out of my room and down the stairs.

When I walk down the stairs I see Dylan standing there on his phone. When he looks up at me I see his facial expression changed from bored to instantly restrain and lustful eyes. Dang looks like the Gangleader is having a hard time controlling himself, should we tease him, yep definitely. 

“Maybe we should spend a little more time in the bedroom, huh?” I ask him, tracing his chest with my finger tips.

His eyes open a little wider in surprisement.

“Sounds good to me,” He says, getting ready to drag me up the stairs.

“Oh… but we have school… darn it… guess we’ll have to wait,” I say, faking a pout before walking outside and to the car. Before the door closed, he growled in anger.

“Why would you do that?” He walks out the house and slams the door behind him.

“Be careful… that door gives me some privacy and security,” I say, glaring at him.

“Answer my question,” He says, walking towards me. I try to open the car door, but it’s locked… and he’s the one who has the key… f**k… I’m definitely screwed. In a blink of an eye, he had me against the car.

“Get off me,” I say, struggling to get free. I noticed his breath was closer than before so I looked up and found his face closer to mine. I look into his eyes, noticing he’s looking at me in lust. I seductively licked my lips, that’s when his eyes flicker down to my lips. He smirks before crashing his lips on mine. Once he pulled his lips off of mine, he kept his hands on my waist, which I was thankful for because his kisses are amazing… and even though I lose my balance and state of mind after each one, I love them… and I’d die for them… and him.

“I love kissing you,” He whispers in my ear before walking around the car and getting in on the driver’s side.

“f**k…” I whisper to myself before getting into the car.

“You okay, babe… you look a little flushed,” He asks with a small chuckle and a smirk.

“I’m fine,” I say and glare at him for a minute and then I stare out my window, watching the scenery go past faster and faster.

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“Look at that… we made it to school without you killing me,” He exclaims, proud.

“Did you want me to kill you because if that’s what you wish then that could be arranged,” I say, before closing the door.

“I would rather be with you, my baby girl,” He says, walking towards me after locking his car.

“And why’s that?” I ask, walking beside him as we make our way to the building.

“Because you’re my favorite person of all time,” He says, putting his hand on the small of my back.

“Is that right?” I ask, glancing up at him to find him smirking.

“It sure is,” He says, stopping with me at my locker.

“That’s good to hear because you’re my favorite person also,” I say, watching his smirk turn into a genuine smile through my mirror on my locker door.

“Anyways… I have the same class as you… ready to go?” He asks, leaning against the locker near mine.

“Hold on,” I say, putting my backpack in there and grabbing my folders, pencils, and anything else I need for my first three classes.

“Now are you ready?” He whispers in my ear before kissing my cheek.

“Yes,” I say, closing my locker, as I turn around, I find the same jock that wouldn’t leave me alone standing in front of me with two of his friends while they all smirk. “And this is officially the worst day this week,” I state. Dylan wraps his arm around my waist, possessively as he glares at the three idiots in front of us.

“How you doing, little mama?” One of his friends ask me as they look me up and down. EW

“Ever call her that again… hell… if you ever speak to her again, I’ll make sure to break every bone in your body slowly,” Dylan says as he continues holding my waist. I mean… I love him being possessive over me, it’s kind of hot… especially around these dumbasses.

“So… I see you moved on from me to him, fairly quickly,” The blonde guy who sat next to me yesterday said, making it sound like we were a thing.

“Or maybe… I always had him and never you… which lucky for me because I can barely handle your annoying voice… so please leave me alone,” I say, glaring at him.

“Oh, come on baby… you hurt me,” the blonde says.

“Are you sure because it doesn’t really seem like a guy like you would have feelings,” I state.

“A guy like me?” He asks.

“Yeah… you know… idiotic, stupid, asshole, slut, w***e…” I start.

“No need to hurt me anymore, Princess,” He says and I swear I heard Dylan growl. 

“I would recommend to never call me that again,” I say, crossing my arms in front of my chest and glaring at him.

“Oh… did I take your nickname for her?” He mocks to Dylan. I swear this guy is asking for Dylan to kill him.

“Not that it matters, but yes…” I answer for him. 

“Just stand there looking fine Princess.” He tells me, which not only makes me upset but makes Dylan extremely pissed and he lets go of my waist and begins punching all three of the boys. 

When Dylan walks back over to me he grabs onto my waist and leads me into a classroom and locks the door.

“I am really sorry you had to see me angry Princess.” He says while turning around and resting his soft hands firmly on my hips. Then he rests his head against mine and we just stand there for a few minutes and let the time pass us by not wanting to ruin this moment.