Chapter 25: Effects

DYLAN KING

"What?"

"Robert. Yeah, I know he has a weird surname but he's hot. Really really hot"

"Hotter than me?"

"Yes, he's very hot"

"Not to sound rude but I've not met a Robert" I said, air quoting his name cause duh, she said he's hotter than I am "And I'm way hotter than him"

"You just said you've not met him. He might be a Justin Bieber Junior"

"No he's not and if he was then I'm still hotter than him"

"Yeah, maybe in your dreams"

"Wait, if he's that hot, why isn't he popular yet?"

"Um" She paused, looking at everywhere but me.

Is it just me or did it look like she was making it all up?

Nah.

"Well, he's usually in hoodies so people don't get to see him that much but trust me, he's hot."

If Robert was as hot as she said then he'd have a lot of girls going after him during prom. Not to sound all judgy but what if he cheats?

Once again, I'm not judging him.

Obviously, there's gonna be alcohol and the punch would probably have something in it.

What if he drinks and does something to her?

I mean, whoever is Robert was definitely didn't know a thing about how fragile and weak she was. At least, not more than I did.

She just got discharged from the hospital and her psycho of a mom did a lot to her before I got to know a thing about it. She still had minor injuries and he probably knew nothing about it cause Cupcake had such a problem with opening up to people.

Not that it's her fault.

Besides, she wasn't healed emotionally. Little things could trigger the memory and if the school got to know a thing about it, it'll be a bigger problem.

What if he took advantage of her?

"And he's a good guy. A very good guy, nerdy kind of good"

"Does he wear glasses?"

"Nope"

"Does he stutter?"

"Nope"

"Is he shy?"

"Nope"

"He's not a nerd Cupcake. What makes you think he's a nerd?"

"Well, he's good at math"

"I'm also good at math, doesn't mean I'm a nerd"

"You're not good at Math or at English or Biology or any other subject. The only subject you're probably good at is boat making" She said and picked up my pretty boat.

Of which I spent minutes on.

"Well, at least I'm good at something." I folded my arms "I don't think it's a great idea to go to prom with Robert."

"It's not your choice to make"

"Look Cupcake, I'm just watching out for you. What if he drinks and does something bad. Like, really really bad."

"He won't. He's a great guy remember? Besides, Cassandra isn't a good girl but she's your prom date and you don't see me watching out for you" She said, air quoting the watching out.

Did she just mock me?

"Cassandra isn't that bad"

"Well, Robert isn't bad either"

The hatred between Cupcake and Cassandra was probably the most obvious thing in the world.

Cassandra always whined about how much she didn't like her with every single opportunity she got. Ever since the prank happened, she never stopped talking about it.

According to her, someone with so much courage to prank me could do a lot worse.

Someone with so much courage to prank me back is probably the only person to make me feel normal. Yeah, she did dent my reputation a bit but she showed me what it felt like and I never saw it coming from Lady Nerdington.

Wait, did I just make a better nickname?

"Hey Cupcake, I just made a better nickname for you"

"I don't wanna hear it" She rolled her eyes and jumped off the bed. "Meet me in the kitchen"

"Come on, it's a good one"

"I don't wanna hear it"



DIANA KENT

"Lady Nerdington" I heard him say behind me as I hopped on the counter.

I just knew it was going to be stupid.

"I'm not a nerd"

"Yeah but I thought you were before I got to know how much of a meanie you are"

"Whatever Dylan, I'm not going with that nickname. I hate it"

"Does that mean you love the nickname Cupcake?" He wiggled his eyebrows which is something I found so much problem with.

"I'll tell you after you make me food"

"I know you wouldn't, you're just saying that to make me cook for you"

"Exactly" I winked.

At least, I don't have a problem with that.

"What do you want, Cupcake? Cupcake?"

Yeah, I know what that means and no, it doesn't make any sense.

"Make me anything with calories"

"You know, you're probably the most unladylike girl I've ever met"

"Well, all the girls you know are all pink and girly"

"Says the girl with Barbie playhouse as a room"

"Oh shut up"

"I'm making you salad, okay? It's time to eat something healthy, something different from junk food, that'll finally have a good effect on you"

"Nothing you make or do has an effect on me"

"Oh really?"

He dropped the chopping board on the other side of the counter and made slow steps towards me. Something about the way his voice deepened and the smirk on his face made me feel I wasn't going to like what would happen.

He stopped when he got in front of me and by then, I already had my heart beating fast but not because I like him.

"Y_yeah"

He placed both his hands on the counter, both ay each side of me. They were so close to my thighs, I could feel the goosebumps.

He then proceeded and took a step forward, standing in between my thighs. The proximity between us made me feel slightly uncomfortable but it wasn't something I hated.

His fingers first brushed past my skin and made their way up to my hips. He then placed his palms on them. I could feel the heat radiate off his palms through the thin material of my clothing.

I didn't know my eyes were closed till the fluttered open when I felt his warm breath fan my face. He was a few centimeters away from me.

When I thought something was gonna happen, his face went for the crook of my neck.

I felt the warmth from his face on my neck and his scent filling my nostrils.

The temperature felt a million degrees hotter, mostly on my face with the blood rushing to it.

"Everything I do has an effect on you" He whispered while slowly pulling away from my neck.

He then placed a small kiss on the side of my lips.

It lasted for a second or probably two but at the end, he pulled away and went back to pick up his board.




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

Tuesday came knocking on my door before I knew it.



I'd missed school for a few days cause I needed time to heal but there was unfortunately no way I was going to miss prom tomorrow.

Not after I'd told Dylan how much of a hottie Robert was.

I just wished Robert had the power to leave Imagination to Bluefalls before tomorrow.

Get it? Get it?

Cause he's in my imagination so he's in imagine Nation.

Drop it, you're an idiot.

Good news, Dylan got me a yellow prom dress after I strictly warned him not to and I did the honours of picking a suitable suit.

Suitable suit.

Come on, don't tell me you don't get this one.

Anyways, Cassandra wanted to wear red so I had to get him a red tye too. If only, he was wearing it for a person more important than Cassandra.

I just didn't know how I was gonna ignore Dylan for a whole night and he was probably planning on meeting the so called Robert that happened to be hotter than him.

Robert got hit by a bus

Nah

He jumped off a cliff

Nah

Suicide

Even worse.

"Cupcake, come on we're late for school" Said Dylan who had been sitting on my bed for at least an hour while I was pretending to sleep but thinking about prom the following day.

"I don't wanna go to school"

"It's seven"

"I'm probably gonna be late after doing my lady rituals so let's just spend a day at home"

"Nope, I've made breakfast and packed your bag. Just get in the bathroom and you'll meet fresh clothes on the bed"

"Geez, thanks mom"

"It's okay sweetie" He said and hopped off my bed "See you in twenty minutes"

I sadly had to go through my morning rituals yet again.

Sleepwalk to the bathroom while knocking off some things on the way, take a look at your ugly face in the mirror, brush my teeth, take a bath, wash my hair with the cool shampoos, play with some expensive stuff and wrap a towel around myself.

Tada!

I stepped out of the bathroom, feeling like a runway model. Everything went in slow motion, my hair felt like it was going with the wind when the actual truth was that it was plastered to my head and my skin which I imagined to be glowing was pale and white.

I glanced at my bed and noticed Dylan had placed fresh clothes on my bed. A bright blue jeans, grey sweater and wait a minute, underwear?

Did he go though my underwear?

Okay, that's it.

I stormed out of the room and headed to the kitchen. Not because I was sure Dylan was in there, I just followed the the sweet aroma of toast which was definitely not my fault.

Who doesn't love toast?

At the end, I luckily found Dylan in the kitchen flipping pancakes.

I went towards him, snapped his neck and killed him.

Just kidding!

"Dylan"

"Oh hey Cupcake, guess what? I kept soda in this."

"You went through my underwear?"

"What if I told you I also played with some of your tampons"





Author's Note

Hi!

I hope you loved Dylan's point of view. It's the first time but you might see more of it later in this book.

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