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BAD CUPID

Created By: Snow Marisvega•

Chapter 40

"Dyl."

I grumbled, hiding my face into the pillow.

"Dyl?"

"Leave me alo-"

Wait, only one person calls me by that name.

My eyes shot open, it can't be. I turned and sat up from my bed with wide eyes and let out a gasp once I almost slammed my face in his, he was right in front of me, on my bed and my eyes met his, even as dark as my room was, I could still see the color of his eyes.

"Henry." I breathed.

"Hi." He whispered with a smirk.

HOW THE FUCK DID HE GET INTO MY HOUSE, LET ALONE MY ROOM?

I looked around. "H-How did..How did you-"

"Window." He replied with a slight chuckle.

I looked at my window, it was open. I looked back at him. "I-I um...I..." I couldn't find the words. "Wh-What are y-you um....What are you d-doing here?" I felt like my heart was threatening to beat out of my chest.

This, was some creepy shit.

He smirked the more and leaned closer, bringing his mouth close to my ear. "I want you." He whispered, when he spoke, it was breathy and slow,  sending crazy chills down my spine.

"What?" I said softly, as if trying to process what he was saying.

He brought his gaze back to me, "You have the prettiest eyes."

I always thought the same about you.

"I-I um..."

Why was I fucking speechless?

"H-Henry...you uh, s-someone m-might come in....y-you ha-have to go."

I NEVER STUTTER, HOW THE FUCK WAS THIS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW?

"Do you really want me to go?" He asked as he kissed my neck. Once. Twice. Thrice.

I was lost in his touch, everything I wanted to say, got stuck in my throat.
"S-Someone m-might..." I trailed off once he sucked on the soft skin making me moan.

"What was that?" He asked slowly as he turned to the other side and trailed kisses down my neck.

I moaned.

He looked back at me, I didn't realize my eyes had been closed until he stopped. "Tell me you want me, Dyl." He said, his fingers were tracing down my lips.

My heart began to race. "Henry," I moaned.

"Tell me," he demanded as he kissed my jaw.

He pressed our lips together,  he kissed me feverishly and hard. I have no idea what exactly is happening right now, its all fast and all, but one thing I'm certain about is him, I want him.

I was aware of one of his hands traveling up my thigh and looming over to my crotch area, while his other hand went straight to my ass, he grabbed and squeezed it making me let out a soft moan in between our kiss as he unzipped my shorts. "Tell me you want me, Dyl." He said with heavy breaths, his mouth close to my ear again.

He began palming me through my briefs, I was semi hard already from this scene that pornhub had not come up with yet. "I want you," I finally said through shaky breath. "I want you." I repeated.

He brought his face back to mine with a grin. "I know you do." He said and snapped his fingers.

"You want me."

My eyes shot open, I quickly sat up and let out heavy sighs, my heart was pacing and I was sweating so bad. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? I cringed. I heard a loud thud in my room as if something fell, I looked to my right and found Jaxton on the floor. What was he doing here?

"Jesus Christ!" He clutched his chest, obviously startled by God knows what. "Do not fucking wake up like that EVER! You just woke up like you were possessed by something from the conjuring!" He said while breathing fast.

I just stared at him, wide eyes, shocked as fuck. No freaking way!  I JUST HAD A FUCKING WET DREAM ABOUT HENRY ASHCROFT.

"DYLAN?"

I looked at him. "Hmm?"

"Are you okay? I called you like three times already."

"I um...uh...c-could you get out!"

"Huh?" His brow rose.

"Get out and shut the door please."

He stood up slowly. "Dylan, is everything alright? Did you have a nightmare?"

A bad one!

"Go!"

"Dylan, I-"

"How many fingers do you have in total, Jaxton?"

"Ten?" His answer came out more like a question.

"I think six would be a good look on you."

He frowned not clearly understanding where I was headed with the finger thing and then his eyes widen once he finally understood. "Later." He said and dashed out of my room, shutting the door behind him.

I began to breathe heavily. OH GOD! OH MY GOD! OH LORD! THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING! THIS CANNOT BE FUCKING HAPPENING!!

I threw the covers off me while breathing fast, my eyes widen as I saw my almost fully erect dick through my shorts. "Oh God!" I panicked. My mouth hanged open as I couldn't find any words, I rapidly stood up. "This is bad! This is bad!" I kept saying as I paced back and forth in my room with a semi-hard penis.

"Dylan?" I heard mom's voice and my head turned to the door. NO!

I ran towards it as a knock came on it, once she opened the door, I quickly pushed it with my shoulder and it closed back.

"Ow, Dylan!" Mom yelled from the other side.

"Sorry mom! I'm naked right now!" I said and locked it from the inside. Mom kept saying something and I didn't even hear a thing since my mind was occupied. I ran my hand through my hair and grabbed another pair of clothes before running into the bathroom, while mom still said whatever she was saying.

I took off my clothes and looked at the mirror, I was frustrated. I sighed and glared at my reflection. "You just had to do do it, of all things you had to have a wet dream about the guy you hate but kiss almost all the time. Isn't that just great." I was being sarcastic with myself. "I am so disappointed at you Mr. Dexwell." I shook my head at myself and then I saw it, a mark, I frowned and walked closer to the mirror. I moved my head to the right a little and I clearly saw it.....them. THREE ON THE SAME SIDE! HE FUCKING MARKED ME LAST NIGHT! There were three hickeys on my neck, THREE that couldn't be ignored. He. Marked. Me. Henry Ashcroft. Marked me. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I sighed in frustration. Of all things, a hickey? Thankfully mom didn't see it last night and Jax didn't notice it as well or he would have said something about it already. I touched them, teeth marks. It had to happen with all the biting that I unfortunately enjoyed. I swear this isn't me doing all these things, someone's controlling me with a voodoo doll.

It's Saturday, dad didn't have work today and so he went out with mom to the station since they were called, regarding Eric again, that was what mom came up to tell me.

Jax and I were currently on the dining. Don't worry, I got myself covered, I was putting on a black turtle neck to cover up those hickeys.  Now, I was still thinking about the stupid dream, not that I was thinking about the dream-the dream, I was just thinking about why I allowed my self to dream about such thing, its not like I haven't done it before but I mean with Henry Ashcroft.

"What's pi squared divided by 1.9 to the power of ten?" Jax suddenly asked and looked up from his book and at me.

I took a second out of my thoughts and slowly turned my head to look at him, I stared at him blankly for a while as he waited for my response. I gently stood up from the chair and made my way towards the stairs without saying a word.

"Rude."

I didn't reply.

"Hey, what exactly is wrong?" Jax asked as I climbed the first step. "Talk to me." He said and stood up. I sighed and looked at him.

"Nothing."

"You know you're really getting bad at this lie thing."

I snorted. "You only know something is wrong cause I haven't said much words."

"True." He nodded. "You talk too much, its worrisome that you're not, on a Saturday."

I sighed again and sat on the stairs. "Something bad happened, Jaxton." I said and looked at him.

"What?" He asked with a worried frown.

"Have you...ever had a wet dream before with...with someone you never expected?"

His brows furrowed. "What's the big deal about it? Is that why you've been silent?" He asked as be folded his arms.

"Oh no, I mean I have had a lot of wet dreams, I have had sex with Zayn of course, and Harry styles," I shrugged. "Henry Cavil, Jesse from Hannah Montana, Selena's dog slash wolf boyfriend in wizards of Waverley places. Justin bieber, though I regret that now," I gave a slow nod to back up the fact that I disliked bieber. "Uh...Christiano Rinaldo, Neymar cause he's so fucking hot, Benzima is just sexy, he's a daddy figure. Then there's Chris hemsworth, although we just made out, and these guys I knew back in settle, David, Thomas, Christoph...Ooh and Darren Criss, we dated in my head " i grinned "And uh-"

"OH MY GOD, you mind whore." He slowly shook his head at me, his eyes were popped out and he looked really surprised at my confession.

"If I can't have them in real life, why can't I have them in my dreams?" I shrugged.

He looked at me with disgust. "You're something else, and I get judged for being in a relationship with Vaughn."

I snorted. "I did them in my dreams not in real life. T-The point is," I looked down at my fingers and back at him. "I had one last night....of," I paused, I could feel myself sweat. "...of Hen...of Henry." I swallowed the huge lump in my throat.

I don't know how it was possible, but Jaxton's eyes widen more than it already did, his jaw dropped and his folded arms were released. "OH.....MY.....GOD!!"

"Do not scr-"

He screamed.

"Yup! And now I know I made a mistake."

"OH MY FREAKING WAYNE! You dreamt of you and henry doing it." He squealed.

"N-Not doing it okay, we just....made out and uh, wait. Why am I even telling you this?" I shook my head at him.

"BECAUSE I'M YOUR BEST FRIEND."

"Ah, now I realize why I shouldn't have." I sighed.

He squealed again, louder this time, startling me, his smile as big as that of a girl who got proposed to by her boyfriend of seven years.

"Jaxton, stop!"

"Whaaat? I'm supposed to be excited for you! I mean I've been shipping the both of you for months." He said, that smile not leaving his face.

I said nothing and just gave him a blank stare.

"Sorry." He cleared his throat. "Sorry, uh...and why exactly do you feel awful about this?"

"It's Henry for Christ's sake." I sighed and laid on the stairs.

Jaxton walked over and sat beside me. "Why won't you just admit that you like him?"

"Woah!" I sat back up. "Woah! Woah! Woah! I do not like Henry Danger, alright." I chuckled slightly.

Jax just gave me a knowing look. "Of course you don't." He sarcastically said, I ignored his sarcasm.

"Exactly." I rolled my eyes. His phone rang, he sighed and looked at it before declining it.

"Don't you think, this dream means something?" He asked looking up from his phone.

I looked at him slowly. "No Joseph, no it doesn't." I shook my head at him and rested my read on the railing. "It might just be as a result of him kissing me last night."

"And you don't like him?"

"Jaxton we've been over this," I sighed. "Plus henry is not the kind of guy that I would ever think of liking."

"Then who? Christian?" He asked making me look at him.

"You know I feel nothing for Christian."

"We all don't know what goes on in that head of yours, Dylan." Jax stated.

I shrugged. He was right.

"This is so embarrassing." I rose the turtle neck up to cover my face.

Jaxton laughed and I took it off my face and glared at him.

"If you don't like him, then how did you feel when Johnathan said he'd go for Henry?" He rose one of his brow.

I wanted to murder him, probably slit his throat in his sleep and watch him bleed to death.

I shook my head. "I felt nothing at all."

"How about the kiss?" He asked.

I frowned. "What about it?"

"Do you still feel it? Sometimes when we kiss someone we're crushing on or deeply like, we just can still feel their lips on ours."

I snorted. "Its been hours bruh, no I don't."

"I-" His phone rang again, interrupting him. He looked at the caller ID and declined it again.

"Aren't you gonna get that?"

"Not important." He said and forced a smile on his face. "As I was saying, d-"

Just then the doorbell rang, he stood up with a sigh. "Seriously," he groaned. "I'll be right back." He said and walked over to the door.

I touched my lips, I lied. I could still feel his sinful lips on mine, it's been hours but I still can feel the heat.

"Dylan," Jaxton called once I heard the door close, and walked back to me.

"Hmm?"

"You have a visitor." He smiled.

I frowned. "Who could fucking want to come see me by this time of the-"

Then he came to view, in his black sweatpants and a black fitted shirt, carrying a backpack.

"H-Henry." I blinked. "Wh-What are you...um...what are you doing here?"

Shit! How is it that we were talking about the devil and then he showed up at our doorstep? OH MY FUCKING LAUD.

He just stared at me with a blank expression. "Project, remember?"

"Oh, y-yeah." I nodded and looked at Jaxton who was smiling at us.

I gave him an annoyed look.

"Okay then," Jax coughed. "I better get going."

Huh?

"To where?"

"Astrid." He winked as he walked over to the dinning and grabbed his phone. "I'll see you later, Dylan."

"Sure," I replied. "Stay here." I said firmly to Henry and walked with Jaxton to the door. "Are you kidding me?" I whisper yelled

"What? You both need to be alone and talk about your kiss as well." He whispered back.

"Not gonna happen, you could have just told him I wasn't home."

"You'd fail your project and besides I'm not sure I want to be around him."

"Hmm why?" I was a little confused.

"Old friend, remember?"

"Oh."

"Well, I should get going." He said and looked at his phone. "Dominic's already calling." Was Dominic the one he had been avoiding his calls? He smiled as he looked at his phone, and then I realized he wasn't the one. I smiled as well.

"Ah, now I get it."

"Get what?" His smile faded as he looked at me, curiously wanting to know.

"Just say hi to Dominic and Astrid for me." I said with a big smile and opened the door for him.

"Wait, tell me, what did you get?" He asked curiously.

I pushed him out of the house with a big smile. "Oh, it's nothing. Just say hi for me, will you?"

"Dy-"

I shut the door and locked it with a smile. I turned and he was gone. "Seriously?" I sighed and looked around before walking up to my room.  There he was, sitting on my bed. "What part of 'stay here' didn't you understand?" I said as i marched into my room. "And take off your shoes before you get on my bed!" I said and slapped his legs away from my bed.

He just frowned at me and took it off.

"Why didn't you call first? You don't just show up at the doorstep of someone who really hates you so much."

"The hate is mutual." He replied with a smile. "And besides I did call you. Twice."

"You're lying."

His brow cocked. "Check your stupid phone, who gets a phone but won't answer his calls?"

I didn't know where I dropped my cellphone, I looked around and spotted it laying beside him. I climbed on my bed and took it, I unlocked it and realized he wasn't lying.

"Oh,"

"Yeah."

"We didn't make plans to meet today and just because you know where I live doesn't mean you just get to show up at anytime." I said and got off my bed.

"Well what other option did I have?" He shrugged.

"Get up! We're not studying in my house." I said as I began to put on my shoes.

"Huh? Where the fuck are we supposed to study?"

"Anywhere except here, cause I didn't invite you here at first." I said and stood up. "We're going to study outside, at a cafe."

"Why?" He seemed confused.

The last thing I want right now is to be alone with you, don't you get it? My mind's a perverted place.

"Just get off my bed," I ordered as I picked up my own backpack took out all the books in it, placing it on my bed. I put in two other books, a pen and my laptop. "Let's go!" I said as I zipped it and threw it over my shoulder.

He muttered something and put on his shoes. I waited till he was done, he frowned at me and I returned it with a smile, pointing at the door. He picked up his backpack and walked out first, I followed him from behind.

"Why can't we just fucking study here for the love of God?"

"We don't have any religious assignment so God can't help you right now." I said as we walked down the stairs, the last time we were here he carried me down the stairs, why did I want it to happen again?

He had a good back view, I mean as hot as he was in the front, he as you at the back as well and- FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DYLAN, JUST SHUT UP!

We got out of the house and I was walking ahead when I realized his steps had stopped. I turned and he was getting on a bike that I had not even noticed, this must be the bike he praised the last time and the same bike that made him arrive late at our last meeting. The stupid bike. It was nice to be precise, black and dangerous just like its owner...well the dangerous part. It looked like those exact kind of motorcycle that bad boys owned, again...just like this guy in front of me. As awesome as it looked, there was no way I was gonna get on that thing. I have never climbed a bike before and never planned on it at all, every time I try to, I fantasize about falling and being hit by a car and then going to heaven. That is not a good fantasy people.

I just turned and continued walking.

"Aren't you getting on?" He asked as I walked.

"Me? Nah, I'm good." I said, not even looking back.

He started the bike and drove to my front, stopping me, he had his helmet on. "Get on."

"I can walk, thank you very much." I fake smiled.

"Bitch, would you stop being stubborn?" He sighed.

There it was....that stupid title he called me with.

"Henry, I am not getting on your bike. It's just not happening." I said and walked past it.

"Alright then," he said and drove past me. "See you at heaven on earth." He said and speed up.

That was it? What an ass.

I just glared at him as he drove off and soon wasn't in sight anymore. "Asshole." I muttered and continued walking.

He didn't even try more, I mean I don't want to be on it but come on, we're going to the same place for God's sake. Could have tried to still convince me.

What exactly do you want, Dylan?

**

I walked into the smoothie shop about ten minutes later, i wiped off the sweat off my face with a tired sigh. I looked around for him, he should be here somewhere, I saw his devil's ride outside.

I walked over to the counter to ask one of the waiters if they had seen him, I was ready to describe him but there was no need, I tilted my head to my right and I saw him, he was sitting on a booth with a girl and talking to her, she laughed at something he said and used that opportunity to touch his arm. He was seriously flirting with someone right now?  She kept stroking his arm with a smile, she pushed her black hair back with her other arm and rested her chin on her hand as she listened to him, she kept giggling at something he said and then started twisting with a strand of her hair with a finger and kept biting her lip like a whore.

I know. I really shouldn't call her that, I mean I am a whore myself, but I'm jealous and saying shit I shouldn't say.

My jaw twitched slightly as I clenched my fists, I felt a sick feeling at the pit of my stomach. Dickwad. She stood up and walked over to where I was, I looked away immediately and at the waiter. She stood next to me tucked her hair behind her ear and before she could say anything, I spoke.

"Hi," I smiled.

I studied her, she must have been popular in her old school. Her brown eyes held nothing but lust right now, she had long lashes which were obviously fake, her lipstick were brutally applied with no mercy as her lips were red, which reminded me of Raven. She drew her brows perfectly which I had to lowkey stan, her hair was long, it got to her shoulder. She was beautiful, if I was being honest. She was putting on a black skirt and a yellow top and black heels. If I wasn't being a hater right now, I'd scream "slay"

But then, It would be fun to play a little game, I mean he played his the last time.

"Hi." She smiled back.

"I want to help you." I said as I kept looking ahead.

"Huh?"

"Just don't look at me!"

"What are you-"

"Look away!" I whisper yelled

She obeyed.

"That guy you're talking to, Henry."

"How'd you know his name?"

"Cause he's the biggest player in all of Eastwood, and..." I looked over to my right and saw a group of boys talking. I smirked and looked back at her with a serious face. "See those guys over there."

She looked. "Yeah?"

"They probably placed a bet on you, if he could get your number then they'll give him some bucks, cause they think you don't worth more. I'm saying probably, and I am probably wrong as well, but that's just what I think."

She blinked, totally shocked by the false detail I was giving her. Was I a terrible person for doing this ?

Yes. Did I care. Not really

"Wow.

"Mmhmm" I nodded. "Evil. I wouldn't let that slide if I were you, but again, that's just me. And maybe I'm wrong, maybe, but then what if I'm not? Anyways, what do I know? They probably bet to have him sleep with your

"Oh My God!" She exclaimed, totally disgusted.

"It's okay, I just might be wrong.

She placed her hand on her chest, obviously still shocked by this information. "Thank you so much,  such assholes! And I almost fell for his stupid charm!" She was mad, she looked at me and her face softened. "You're my angel." She placed her hand on mine and squeezed it.

"Anytime." I smiled at her.

She smiled and walked back to Henry, I watched the scene. He looked up at her and said something with a smirk but she was really furious, she smiled back and before he could utter another word, she slapped him. My jaw dropped, oh shit! The slap did echo and faces turned to look at them, some laughed.

"Asshole." She yelled and grabbed her purse, as she was headed for the door, she glared at the boys and walked out.

I covered my mouth so I wouldn't laugh out, Henry held his cheek still trying to understand what went wrong. I put on a serious face and walked where he sat. I sat at the same spot she did, facing him.

He took his hand off his face and cleared his throat.

"What was that all about?"

"You saw that?" He asked with a frown.

"Uh, everyone did." I chuckled slightly.

"What did you say to her to make her slap you that hard?" I asked with all seriousness.

"I have no idea!" He exclaimed. "I just spoke to her and put on my charm, I asked for her number," he shrugged. "She went to order her favorite smoothie and she came back with a slap for me."

"Oh, that is just bad," I said softly and shook my head. "She's so cruel, I guess she had you all figured out." I smirked as I looked at him, his gaze fixed on the table.

"You think?" He looked up at me and I rapidly took off the smirk and replaced it with a straight face.

Mom always said I should be in drama class, these kinda acts were the reason why.

"Bitch!" He scowled once I nodded, referring to her.

"Okay, well let's start now." I said and took out my laptop, books and pen placing it on the table while he did the same.

"What was our topic again?" 

I sighed. "Are you kidding me?"

He shrugged.

"Battle of stone's river." I reminded him.

"Oh." Was all he said.

While we did our research, my mind was elsewhere. Should we really have the talk about what almost happened last night right before he fell asleep on me.

"We need to talk!" I sighed and looked up from my laptop.

"Talk, I'm listening."

"I said we," I rose my brows. "We need to talk."

He looked up from his book and at me
"About what?"

"We can't obviously be pretending that last night incident didn't happen, I mean we do need t-"

"Last night's incident?" He questioned.

"Y-Yeah, at Zach's party."

"What happened at Zach's party?"

I chuckled. "Oh, are we really gonna play that game?"

"Dylan, I don't know what you're talking about. I had too much to drink and barely remember how the party went, that's how wasted I was." He chuckled.

My smile faded as he spoke. He was drunk, that fucking explains it all. He was drunk. He doesn't remember, and I let him kiss me. I mean I knew he drank a lot and that stupid sleep also was a hint that he was drunk but I did think he'd remember whatever happened last night, he had to, hr was supposed to. I was so angry right now, I had so many emotions running down my veins and I hated myself right now.

"Are you okay?"

"I um..yeah," I looked back at my book. Let's just do our work."

"You just said we had to talk about last night, which means something must h-"

"It's nothing!"

"But-"

"Forget it!" I said harshly, cutting him off. "I was j-just trying to create drama, don't you remember? Anywhere I am, there's drama." I said repeating Zach's words with a forced smile.

"Okay?" He looked at me, unsure. He looked back at his laptop and kept reading a page while I just stared at my laptop, feeling really stupid and like my heart got ripped out of my chest.

We did our first research till 5pm, we didn't find anything really worth adding to our work but we made sure to write down the ones that caught our eyes. I barely said anything and Henry didn't either except if he had to read.

Once it was five, I packed my things without saying anything and walked out of the smoothie shop, not sparing him a glance. I plugged in my earphones and walked home, I know I shouldn't be sad about the fact that Henry didn't remember or care to, I shouldn't give a fuck about it but why was the ice inside of me cracking? Why was I hurting? I wanted to scream right now, I wanted to cry, I wanted to do a whole lot of things. Shit, I'm just like the rest of them to him, everyone he has fucking used to pass time. Why did I always let him kiss me with his lips of temptation? I hated myself. I don't even know why I did what I did, why was I angry when that lady kept playing with his arm while he flirted with her? I mean it wasn't my business, or maybe I just wanted to pay him back for what he did the last time.

I walked for a little while, trying to have a peaceful stroll and clear my head and didn't even know it'd been two hours. I got into the house by seven fifteen.

"Hey you." Mom smiled at me as she came down the stairs.

"Hi."

"Where'd you go?" She asked as she walked to the fridge.

"Project work." I replied lowly as I walked over to her.

"How'd it go?"

"Great." I replied with sarcasm.

"Oh! That bad."

I nodded. "How about you?"

"Guess who your father and I ran into at the coffee shop today." She said as she took a bottle of water from it.

"Demi Lovato." I replied as I sat on the counter, placing my bag next to me.

"What could be worse than seeing Demi attention seeker?" She asked as she took a sip of her water. That's right, mom hates Demi Lovato. I think she's okay but after the whole Disney world end transformation thing, its been a no for mom.

I shrugged in an 'I don't know' way.

"Meeting the Smith's." She answered.

I gasped. "No!"

"Yeah, saw them both."

My eyes widen. "How bad was it?"

"Relax, we didn't fight,"

I dramatically sighed and clutched my chest. "Oh thank God."

"Physically." She added with a smirk. "We just mouth trashed each other." She shrugged.

"You're so evil, did Mrs. Smith go home with tears?"

"No, but I did leave them with something to talk about tonight with anger." She grinned.

"What did you do?"

"That's for me to know." She smiled evilly.

"Okay, I'm going up to my room." I gave her a weird look cause she was really scaring me or maybe cause I needed to be alone. I got down from the counter, picked my bag up and began heading for the stairs.

"Hey, are you okay?" She asked obviously using her mother Spidey senses.

"I'm fine." I said right before I climbed the first step and then a knock came on the door. I looked at her with a bored expression, "Do I have to get that?"

"Yes!" She said before taking a sip of her water.

I sighed. The knock came again and again and again, which made me frown. I looked back at mom and she frowned as well, probably thinking the same thing I was.

"I'm coming! Jesus!" I shouted as I walked to the door after dropping my bag. I opened it and there was a woman standing in front of me. She had black short hair and was short, she was putting on a green gown and a black fur jacket. Her hair wasn't properly combed, she was probably in her forties and didn't look american. She looked furious, her brows were knitted while she was heavily breathing like she went for war or came for war. "Who in God's name are you?"

"Is this the Dexwell's house?" She asked with a weird accent which confirms my thoughts and with so much authority.

"How many houses did you go knocking on their door like that, asking that question?" I puckered my brows into a frown.

"Answer me!" She demanded.

"Lady, please do not yell at me, and yes this is the Dexwell's residence. How can I help you?"

She pushed past me and walked into the house, totally uninvited. I was puzzled, I must say.

"Hey! You can't just walk into my house that!" I yelled as I followed her. "Hey!"

She turned to me. "Where is he?" She asked and soon began to call. "Jesús." Which I knew was spelt like Jesus but was pronounced heysus?

"Dylan, who is that?" Mom asked and walked out of the kitchen.

"I don't know, some crazy lady just walked in like she owns the place."

"Mind your tone, young man!" She said and pointed her finger at me.

I wasn't scared of her, I didn't understand why a total stranger would just walk in and wouldn't answer a damn question.

"Hey! Who are you?" Mom asked as she walked towards us.

"Where is he?" She yelled.

"Where is who? Why don't you step outside and we'll answer that!" I demanded.

"I WANT TO SEE HIM!" She shouted and began heading for the stairs. "JESÚS!!"

"Who do you want to s-" mom trailed off once the woman was about to go up the stairs. "HEY!" Mom grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back, her bag falling to the ground. "Listen here ma'am, this is my house and I don't appreciate this."

"WHERE IS HE?"

"Don't you hear English?" Mom asked, already getting frustrated.

She pulled her arm out of mom's grip aggressively. "Don't you touch me! Don't you act like you don't know who I'm talking about, you all are the same!"

"Okay, I'm gonna call the cops if you don't leave our house, right now." I warned.

"Do it! And we'll see who they arrest!" She said while glaring at me.

"Okay, that's it. Get out!" Mom said as she pointed at the door.

"I AM NOT LEAVING TILL HE GETS DOWN HERE!" She retorted, screaming at the top of her lungs.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Mom yelled back, totally frustrated now, not understanding the creepy lady. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!" Mom grabbed her arm again, tightly this time.

"NO! HE'S RIGHT H-"

"Mamá." A soft voice called interrupting her, we all looked up at the stairs where the voice came from and there stood Jaxton with a surprised expression.

"Hijo." She called back, breathing hard.

I looked back at the woman, this was his mother? Jaxton was Jesús? "Oh, fuck!"

Author's Note.

Dun! Dun! Dun!!!!

I know, I know. You're gonna say I like so much drama but who doesn't? Lmao. And we all knew this day would come, y'all didn't forget he has a mother, right?.

This chapter might seem a little rusty or something but that's because I felt a little like shit while writing it and so, it might not add up and stuff but I had to add drama to the ending and you're welcome. Forgive me if half of this chapter feels like shit. 😩💔