Chapter 22: Wrong choice

"Cupcake!" Dylan yelled from behind me.

Wait a minute, what's wrong with me?

Did I just get mad for seeing him kiss a girl?

Did the baseball bat cause any mental damage?

This isn't your business Diana, get it straight into your head. He kissed Helen, not you and that doesn't do a thing to you. He's done enough by paying your hospital bills, bringing you all the way to mall to get you clothes, giving you a place to call home and wasted a lot of time on you. He did all of that for you, not lady makeupson so this only shows your a judgemental and ungrateful bitch.

I stopped walking.

Wow, that's the best advice I'd ever given to myself before and probably the most un-stupidest thing I'd ever thought of.

If that's even a word.

"Why did you leave?" Dylan asked when he caught up to me.

"Um" I paused, thinking of a proper lie "I need to use the toilet to, you know, do lady stuff"

I guess lying is now one of my talents.

"That's an obvious lie. Trust me, I would've believed it if you said you wanted to get food" He said, pulling out the lollipop in his mouth.

Wait, lollipop?

Great. Just great.

The lollipop was red in color and happened to be the color of Helen's lip gloss so guess what guys? It wasn't lip gloss on Dylan's lips.

It was a fucking lollipop.

You know it, I'm the dumbest being in the world.

"I know you think I kissed lady make up"

"What? Of course not, why would I do that? That'll be so bitchy of me"

"You suck at lying"

"Fine" I sighed "I might've, maybe, unintentionally, accidentally, unknowingly_"

"Get to the point"

"I thought you kissed her" I could literally feel the embarrassment wash all over me the moment I said that. "But that's just because I thought you had her lip gloss on your lips. It coincidentally matches the color of her lip gloss"

"Oh" He said in realization "Does that mean someone's jealous?"

I just knew it would lead to this.

He'd make fun of me till my cheekbones pop out.

"No, it doesn't. I just think it's disgusting to kiss random girls. Mostly when they have so much make up on"

"You're jealous cause you're dying to kiss me. Just admit it"

"I'm not dying to kiss you Dylan."

"Say it till you believe it. You know you wouldn't die if you admit it, right?"

"For the last time Dylan, I do not want to kiss you"

"Then why did you leave?"

"Then why did I not leave?" I asked, after running out of replies. I only realized how stupid it was after the words found their way out.

"That's" He paused "That is so stupid"

"Whatever Dylan, let's just get the clothes and leave"

.~*~.~*~.~*~.

After going through the mall and getting clothes that were partially Dylan's choice, we went to the grocery store cause his mom and Kayla were on their one day trip to Kenya.

It was then we both discovered how Dylan sucked at getting groceries. He didn't bother reading the labels or price tags, just kept one of everything he felt should have sugar in it.

At the end, we got more groceries than anyone in the shop so we had to return some of the unnecessary things Dylan thought should be sugary and get more healthy stuff.

The drive home was all about bickering. The argument started about which was better pickles or cucumbers and then ended with how he thought he was hotter than Harry Styles.

High hopes guys.

We got home later in the afternoon, dropped the groceries in the kitchen and took the shopping bags upstairs to my new room.

Dylan was still busy with the drumroll.

Just so you know, it has been going on for minutes.

"I present to you, your room!" He pushed the door open and I oddly still had my eyes closed.

"You won't see it through you eyelids, you know that right?"

I slowly peeled my eyes open, saw the room and died.

Just kidding!

The walls were covered with pink paint and touches of purple and white. The ceiling was white with floral patterns surrounding the lights. The bed situated at the further end of the room had white and purple sheets on it with big puffy pillows.

I could feel it's softness from a distance.

The curtains were white with floral patterns on them. A table similar to Kayla's was at the other side of the room. It had a lot of make up stuff arranged on it with other girly accessories.

A shelf stacked with different kinds of books was close to my bed, right next to it was a little table and a stuffed puppy on it.

A huge mirror was attached to the wall right in front of the bigger table. It was huge enough to see myself from the bed.

A way to see how ugly I looked every morning.

"Wow" I whispered, walking into the room and getting engulfed with the soothing scent of lavender. "It's beautiful"

"My mom and little demon designed it."

"When?"

"Two days ago"

"You said they left to Ghana yesterday"

"Yeah"

"They did all of this in one day?"

"Yeah. It's not like they do other things but girly stuff"

"At least, it's better than the stupid things you do with your time"

"Well, I spend my time with you so that just means you're stupid"

"You're more stupid"

"You're more stupid"

"I'm not gonna allow any arguments in my new room so drop it, okay?" I said and for a second felt really mature to have let it go.

Till I thought of a very wicked revenge.

Think of me rubbing my palms and laughing.

"Yeah whatever"

"First, I need a few hours to bond with my room so_"

"Sorry Cupcake but we have to make dinner first then you get a free ticket to spend the rest of your life here"

Dylan held my arm and dragged me out of the room. With every step I took, It felt like I was losing a kind of connection I had with the atmosphere in there.

Dylan slammed the door shut and killed the chemistry completely.

Shows how sweet he is, doesn't it?

With my arm still held securely in his hand, he leaded me downstairs. I was beginning to understand the mansion as we went past turns, doors and things that kinda looked similar.

I didn't get it completely but I, at least, could make it to my room from the kitchen and that was if I remembered in future.

Dylan let me go when we got to the kitchen.

He went straight to the refrigerator like an animal going to it's prey. Pulling it open, he brought out a KitKat and cut it open.

It was funny how he could throw things into his mouth like his throat was fifty inches wide.

He pulled out another bar of chocolate and once again, munched on it like he was chewing the life out of the poor thing.

He turned when he noticed I was starring at him. "What?"

"You're murdering those chocolates you chocolate monster"

"You're murdering that beauty, you beauty monster"

Okay, that's it!

I thought of pranking him that night as revenge but I was taking it to the next level and carrying out a new plan right there.

It was about time he learned

My eyes scanned through the whole room, searching for one thing to make him pay for it.

Knife, spatula, whisk, spoon, fork, bowl, pots. They were all either too dangerous or couldn't inflict enough pain on him

A smile appeared on my face when I saw the top of a hose peek out from from the cabinet above me.

It took a few jumps to pull it out and when it did, it did me a great favour and hit me head

At least, Dylan was too engrossed in the refrigerator to notice.

I connected the hose to the tap and kept it in his direction.

Time for revenge baby.

I turned on the tap and the water came gushing out almost immediately. It hit his back first, taking him by complete surprise before he turned around and boy, that wasn't the best choice.

His hands came in front of him, blocking the water from his face but being the bitch I was, I aimed it at his face.

He couldn't say a thing without water splashing into his mouth or going straight into it. It was a pity I made him live his worst nightmare, ruining his hair.

It looked kinda better wet than dry but I wasn't going to tell him that cause duh, he doesn't deserve compliments.

I turned off the tap after about a minute of bathing Dylan with cold water and taking a look at it, be was fully drenched.

The kitchen fell in an uncomfortable silence after that.

Did I push a button?

He slowly raised his head but I couldn't see his eyes though the messy strands of hair in front of his face. However, I could just sense the annoyance and man, I felt like I kept myself in a pool of trouble.

He took slow steps closer and with every step he took, I felt my heart slowly move up to my throat.

Wait a minute, it's not like he's gonna kill me, right? Right?!

He didn't stop taking slow steps till he was right in front of me.

Just a few inches separated us. I could feel his warm breath against my face, fanning my bandaged forehead and cheekbones from his intimidating height. I could feel his body heat emitting off him and his cologne fill my nostrils.

Something minty.

I'd never been in that situation so that probably explained why my body reacted in a way I'd never felt before. My heartbeats and breaths quickening, my eyes glued to his chin and frozen on a spot.

He slowly came lower to my height and when he was close to me, moved to the side of my head and whispered. "You chose the wrong choice"

The tingles guys, tingles.

The hose was yanked out of my grip and before I could comprehend it, he was next to the tap, holding the hose directly at my sensitive spot.

My sweet sweet belly.

"Please" I whispered but it was too late.

The water was rushing towards me with full force.




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