Why I Left You

Dylan

All I knew was that Chris wasn't making his move, and Dylan was. Dylan wasn't exactly what I was looking for, but I guess he was at the right place at the right time.

It took a couple of weeks, but he finally got bored of chasing Angelica, and, for whatever reason, I was next in line. When he first started hitting on me, I looked at him like "You must be kidding", but he wasn't. He began to chase me aggressively, talking about how he liked me and wanted to be with me. Following me to my dorm house, offering to buy me things.

Dylan wasn't fooling me. He just had a touch of chocolate fever, and I probably had one of the fattest booties his jean blue eyes had ever seen.

I, like Angelica, wasn't paying him any mind until the night after our team had left the wreck room. We'd just had another fun night of playing pool and watching each other act a fool, and we'd all walked outside for some night air.

I was gonna head up to my dorm room to see what Mori was up to. She was the only one not present at that night's activities.

Dylan had followed me spitting his game, and I still wasn't feeling it. I leaned up against the wall, and he looked deeply into my eyes, saying something, I can't remember what. I'm not the best listener anyway.

All I knew is I was laughing because I couldn't believe this skinny boy was trying to hit me like that. Before I knew it, he came in, pressed his lips against mine, and began kissing me.

He didn't stay there for too long, because before I could decide what to do, he released me. I stood there completely stunned. I started laughing. Who knew this white boy had balls like that?

He stood there staring down at me, smirking. s**t! I hated to admit it but that kiss did feel good. He was blessed with thick lips and a gentle kiss. I was really stunned, and I know I was smiling, but really I was just confused as hell. I looked back at him and couldn't help but feel that that what he did was kinda sexy. He obviously wasn't going to r**e me because I could yoke his skinny butt up no problem. so I didn't need to be scared, it was just the fact that he'd just kissed me out of the blue like that was kind of a turn on.

He may have looked like Eminem on c***k, but he did look like Eminem. Sort of. If you squint at him in the dark, and he's wearing a huge hoodie that hides most of his face he did. Maybe that's good enough for me for the time being. I guess it was. We started dating.

I definitely wasn't in love with Dylan, and I highly doubt he was in love with me. We just played a role for each other. I cuddled him and snuggled him, and said things to make him feel like he was the finest dude in school. He kept buying me stuff, even managed to keep Mori in cigarettes as part of the deal. From the beginning, Dylan was trying to get in my pants, but not the traditional way. He seemed obsessed with performing o******x, performing it, not receiving it. I couldn't believe it, but he was serious.

One night, he lured me into the woods and spent 15 minutes trying to convince me to sit on his face. I was still a virgin at the time, and I was damn sure not gonna give it up to Dylan, but the o******x did sound good. His tongue sure was long...

But, no, I couldn't do it. He was too damn gooney, even for that. Plus, I couldn't believe that that was all he really wanted was to pleasure me. I was sure he'd try to have s*x and get his when it was all over and done with. That's just how men are, right? No matter what their color.

The other inmates called it i****t, but in all, honestly, they didn't understand why I was messing around with Dylan. Night was constantly messing with Dylan. Telling him that he'd seen me walking around with other guys and that I said he was ugly. Rather than stand up to Night, who'd obviously be lying, because he and the others would be standing around and laugh as they said this, Dylan would come flying at me as if he was really angry. I could tell he wasn't though, not at me anyway. He knew they were just screwing with him, but he was too much of a punk to stand up to Night.

I also began to see Dylan was dumb and immature. I had to help him with the class work, which was so easy. It would be addition and reading and stupid 5th grade stuff like that. Even Mori excelled past him. He'd say stupid things all the time, and then everyone would be looking at me like "That's really you're man, huh?" I felt kind of trapped.

I didn't want to hurt him, but I wanted out of this relationship.