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The song ended too soon, and then Nicole intervened.

"Dylan, dance with me!" she demanded.

I wanted to shoo her away, but Dylan extended his arm towards her, and I got disheartened.

I moved to a corner of the room, and saw the couples dance with each other. My wistful eyes kept lingering toward Nicole and Dylan wrapped against each other. I convinced myself that it was okay, again and again, but every time my senses would calm down, Nicole would do something with Dylan that would set my nerves off again. Once she was caressing his chest, and the other time she whispered something into his ears and both of them laughed.

"Tsk, tsk," Daniel said as he sauntered toward me from God knew where, "You look kind of unhappy over here. Mind sharing the details?"

"This is none of your business," I spat at him.

Daniel did not reply for a long time.

"You are just going to hit a dead end," he said after a few moments.

"I don't understand your reference," I said.

"Just remember these words, and you will understand them someday," he said.

I looked at him, and then he smiled and winked at me, and then he walked away.

The song was starting to feel too long, and finally when it ended, I saw Nicole preparing herself for another one. Dylan did not seem to worry much.

I felt irritated inside. Watching them would be to torture myself even more, so I walked to the end of the hall, and asked Mrs. Dickens to show me the washroom. She was polite enough to direct me to the attached washroom of Adam's room.

I climbed the stairs and then found Adam's room. It was not that hard to find. Once I was inside, I carefully closed the door, and then went inside the washroom. I stared at my reflection in the mirror for a long time, and then I opened the faucet and wet my hands.

There was a small bang outside in the bedroom, and I quickly closed the faucet and hurried outside. Suddenly, a lot of incidents took place in only a matter of seconds.

My feet hit something, and my eyes went on the obstacle in the following moment. And then I was tumbling forward. I landed on the girl face-first, and my right knee landed on--and smashed--a bottle that the girl had in her clutch.

Both of us groaned. The house shook just a little from my fall.

As I cursed and collected myself, I looked at the person--still lying their, half unconscious and groaning. She was wearing the shortest possible and tightest silver dress ever with her cleavage was showing all the way. She had dark red lipstick on her lips which was a little smudged, and there was blood on her hand from the smashed bottle.

I scrambled onto my space and tried my best to cover my undergarments, which was showing all the way. I removed broken shards of glass from my knee. There was a thin slice on an inch below my knee, and a thin crimson line had appeared there.

The pain, however, was not much intense. I focused on the girl instead.

"Heyya!" she hollered as I stood up, "'ssup?"

"I am fine," I said, "Careful! You're drunk!" I grabbed her arm and tried to heave her onto the bed.

"Am I?" she asked me, and then she hoisted herself up on the bed. I sat down beside her.

She dabbed at her eyes.

"What's your name?" I wanted to get specifics before fetching Mrs. Dickens.

"Layla," she replied, "But I am the new nobody," she whipped her hair.

"Umm..." I did not know what to say.

Mrs. Dickens was there right then. She looked at Layla, and then me, and her eyes widened.

"What the hell is going on in here?" she shouted. I saw Layla shrink a bit.

"I am not sure," I said, "I came out of the washroom and she was lying in front of the door. I tripped...on her...and she injured herself. I think she is a little drunk, too," I held up Layla's injured hand as tenderly as possible. By then, she has started to hum a song that I was sure I had never listened to.

Mrs. Dickens rushed inside, grabbed Layla's hands, and then pulled her outside. I believed some wild rebuking was in order.

I saw Dylan peek inside the room right as Mrs. Dickens crossed the door. He rushed inside. I saw Daniel there, shooing everyone out of the room. I was happy that Amaya was not here. She would have bugged the shit out of me and wouldn't rest until I had told her what had happened. I did not want to embarrass myself by divulging that I had tripped on a drunk human being.

Daniel hovered as Dylan examined the cut. It was not much, and the fact that Dylan had his hands on my skin was actually making the pain much more tolerable.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"I have been through worse," I replied.

Mrs. Dickens was back into the room, and he looked at the two masked brothers with suspicion.

"It's okay Mrs. Dickens," I assured her, "I know these two. They are from my school."

She nodded, and then muttered an apology. She also gave me a first aid kit from Adam's wardrobe, and then she stalked away to attend to the guests. Daniel also excused himself and went to check on the atmosphere downstairs. He was still geared into the mood for the break into that building.

Dylan went to the washroom to wet the cotton ball he had made, and then returned after a while. He pulled up my injured leg onto his lap, and slowly dabbed the wet cotton onto the wound.

"Did she hit you?" he asked.

"No," I said, still staring at him, "She was lying on the floor close to the door. I fell on the bottle and got the cut."

Dylan laughed, "You amuse me."

He did not say anything as he cleaned out the blood, and then he brought out the antiseptic and put some on a dab of cotton. I clutched the bed sheet, knowing that it was going to burn as hell.

Dylan looked at my tensed posture, and then asked me to relax.

"It's not as if you're getting it for the first time!" he exclaimed.

"That's what makes it worse. I will remember all the other times when you put this on the wound."

Dylan pulled off his mask, and then gripped my calf firmly. I felt the place burn, and it certainly was not from the cut. I watched him as he slowly lowered the antiseptic onto my skin. Surprisingly, the pain felt much duller because I was looking at his face, which was dulling all my senses.

"Done," he slowly discarded the piece of cotton, and then let the wound dry.

His hand never left my leg, and he looked up at me.

I smiled at him, and then God knows what got into me. I quickly straightened myself, reached out, and placed a small peck on his cheek.

"Thank you," I whispered.

Dylan's muscles locked, and the he slowly held my shoulder. I looked up at his eyes, and there was a mixture of confusion and desire mixed in them. I felt his breathing quicken, and then his hands started to graze up on my bare skin towards my neck. I felt my heart hammer inside my chest, and the world slowly zoned out of my vision. It was Dylan and only Dylan in all my senses.

"Dylan," I choked as he slowly titled his head. I think he even whispered my name once.

Then, we suddenly became busy in finishing what we had left off unfinished at the underground lab of Uncle Benjamin. Dylan closed the distance between our lips with a low growl, and our lips smashed against each other. First his hands were on my shoulder, and then they were everywhere. My skin was on fire, and I pushed myself on him, on to his lap. His hands snaked around my waist and pulled hard against his body, and his lips were nibbling mine madly.

Then the kiss deepened, and he pushed me onto the bed and rolled over me. His lips landed on my jaw instead of my lips, and a new fire began on my skin. I let out a soft moan as his lips journeyed south, grazing over my neck, crossing over my throat, and then traveling slightly about my cleavage.

I let out another moan, and my fingers were knotted in his hair. My other hand found the collar of his shirt, and pulled him harder. There was Dylan everywhere, engulfing me completely, and then suddenly he wasn't there. The void was unbearable.

"Dylan?" I called his as I gathered my senses. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, panting.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I sat up and reached for his shoulder. He simply cringed.

"This is wrong," he said between breathes, "This is so wrong!"

"What's wrong?" I asked, hurt, "Everything was fine and then you just pulled back!"

"Fine?" Dylan burst, "You don't understand!"

I gathered my dignity and stood up, "Tell me. I will understand."

Dylan did not answer.

"Dylan?" I called him again, angry this time, "Tell me what's wrong!"

"This was just a mistake!" he shook his head, "And it will never happen between us."

He picked up his suit and donned it, and as if on cue, Daniel and Nicole entered the room.

"I think it's time for us to get going," Daniel said, "Nicole will stay here with her and make sure she does not get into any trouble."

"Thank, but no thanks," I folded my arms, angry and hurt from Dylan's behavior.

He did not even look at me or say goodbye as he masked his face and stormed out with his brother.

Nicole sat down on the bed, "This is one posh room!" she said.

I frowned at her. If I did not make a move now, I will never be able to make one.

"Dylan left something for you in the washroom, told me to give it to you when you came," I told her innocently.

"What?" Nicole said, confused, and then after looking for a few seconds at my face, she stood up and walked to the washroom.

"There's nothing in--"

I did not give her a lot of time to get the truth into her head, and shut the door behind her and locked it. It took Nicole about a second, and then she started to shout.

"You BITCH!" she banged on the door, "OPEN THE DOOR."

I looked around, and then quickly turned on Adam's music player in a moderately high volume.

"Keep shouting, asshole," I said as I put my mask on, closed the door and hurried down the stairs. I was just hoping that I would be able to catch the twins in time.

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