Confessions

                                    

                                          
Dylan
                          
What am I going to do? I can't get her out of my mind, school is calling in on how I'm coping, my parents are beginning to worry about me all over again, and all I could think about is her! Her, her, her! 
                          
I felt like slapping myself, but a knock on the door stopped me, I pretended to be engrossed in reading whatever that was on my phone, but honestly, I was just thinking of her pinkish lips, those hazel eyes and the reddish-brownish blonde hair, I wasn't sure what type of blonde her hair was, she was just so special--- in another way.
                          
"You can quit the act now, I know you're not actually looking at the phone." Dad walked in. "Hey, dad." He sat down next to me. Took glance at my phone and said, "Now who's this...... what the f*k man you actually like her don't you? I knew it! I f*king knew it!" I still haven't gotten use to him actually cursing, but also couldn't help but think of how I had gotten into Brayleigh's social media page. 
                          
"Come on dad, her pictures are everywhere, seriously." I emphasized my seriousness by shooting a glare at him. He lifted up his hands in surrender, "Alright......"
                          
After around five minutes of awkwardness, he finally declared what he wanted to suggest for me to do, "Look pal, I've seen you in love before, and I know now you're still having feelings for Delilah, but don't you think it's time to......" he hesitated before muttering softly, "let her go." I stared at him wide eyed, "What the f---" He held up his hand, "I'm just suggesting not forcing, maybe you should, you know, talk things out?"
                          
I just turned around and drowned myself in thoughts.
                          
It was late into the night, and I was standing at Brayleigh's huge house's doorstep, what was I doing? 
                          
I rung the doorbell and held my breath, I was half expecting her parents to appear, half expecting her brother, but when the handle clicked, Brayleigh was standing there caught in a state of shock. She was wearing a nightgown that completely covered her not revealing any of her curves, she had no make up on, but she still looked absolutely eye catching, she sure picked up natural beauty from her mum and lovely eyes from her dad.
                          
Brayleigh
                          
What in the world is he doing here? I realized that I had been blushed slightly and ended up blushing even more, "Hey." He smiled weakly, and I could see for the past day he hasn't been sleeping well from his bloodshot eyes and his untidy hair. He seemed sad and lonely and I pitied him, "Why are you here?" I asked. "I just wanted to say I---" I cut him off before he could even apologize, "I'm sorry." He looked extremely confused, "What but I thought---" 
                          
"You were drunk I was sober, and I kissed you first, I had no idea what or why I did it, I'm pretty sure you won't remember anything clearly, but I'm sorry, please just go home and pretended like that never happened." 
                          
"How do you expect me to go home and forget about that, forget about you?"
                          
"I don't know? I'm busy alright please j---"
                          
"Look for some reason I couldn't get that kiss out of my head. All this time, I thought it was my fault, I mean it sort of was, but don't you get it? You've got me at the tip of your  tail and I'm running this wild goose chase, for you, for us, because I  like you! I f*king like you. Maybe this friendship just can't work out anymore, I'm leaving... don't even bother coming after me, can't believe I was such an idiot to think life would work out my way. I'm leaving don't even bother coming after me." He looked at me eyes so blue and desperate, the blueness bringing out the sorrow in him piercing my eyes and heart.
                          
I  was taken, and he was jealous. 
                          
I left the door opened, tears streaming down my cheeks. Why am I even crying? 
                          
After what seemed like forever standing there watching him go, I locked the door behind me and went to my room. I turned on my phone and noticed that Dylan had actually dropped in a text.
                          
Hey, I've missed you, meet me at your house, I'm at your doorstep.
                          
Just looking at his text makes me want to soak my pillow with all my tears till my eyes grew dry. If I don't like him, why am I so upset about this? I was so confused with my feelings, but I swore I love Mark, I was sure of it.
                          
I decided to call Emily. She picked up the phone at the last ring, and I spilled everything to her. "Holy cow, a love triangle?!" Damned love triangle!  "How I wish love triangles cease to exist! You have no idea how bad I am feeling right now." She took a while to consider what to say, "Then why not tell him how you actually feel about him?" 
                          
"Won't it break Mark's heart if word spreads? Plus, I don't want to seem like I'm just playing with him, because I swear I do not want to hurt him further. Saying I like him may worsen the situation and it is already bad enough." 
                          
"It won't spread if Mr Turner keeps his heart and soul contented and shut that mouth of his up. I swear I won't tell a single soul, I mean except for God if I'm going to have to pray that this love triangle ends well, I mean soon you're going to have to marry one---" 
                          
"Emily Green!"
                          
"Oh shit! Sorry......"
                          
"Anyways thanks a lot Ems, I knew I could always count on you."
                          
"Well then what are you waiting for?"
                          
"What am I waiting for again?"
                          
"Go and thank God for giving you such a fabulous friend." I could almost visualize her flipping her jet-black hair and smirking at the phone.
                          
"Sure......"
                          
"Oh right, don't forget to pay him a visit too, but take your time and pray."
                          
"Alright, alright I get it you holy nagger." 
                          
"Ha ha okay then, goodnight Bray!"
                          
"Goodnight Ems." The line went dead, and as soon as I flopped on the bed and tucked myself into the duvets, I fell head first to sleep.
                          


                          


                          


                          


                          


                          


                          


                          


                          


                          
So what do you think? A little drama;)Hope y'all enjoyed reading this book:)