d y l a n 's  p o v

I'm hovering above Ashlyn and we are basically just eyeing each other. Like we don't know what to do anymore. After the I love you, our little make out session got heated and we still began to rip off our clothes and she just was laid below me, panty-less but still had her bra. I mean I was still shirt-less and I did have my underwear still intact but that was about it. We are staring in comfortable silence and I can't say it's awkward.

Finally she spoke, "We shouldn't continue." One tear rolls down her cheek. I wipe it off her soft face and slowly peck her ear. Until I realized she was right.

"Okay." I get off the bed and stand up to lean on the table across the bed. She slowly sits up.

"I might still love my boyfriend," she whispers.

"You're not in love with him." I state.

"I could be."

I suddenly felt a tang of rage burst through my veins, "Why stay here then?" I raised my voice. I'm well aware I raised it, and I don't know for sure why.

"Well do you want me to leave?" She kneels on the bed, "Wait you are like one of those guys, aren't you? Ya just want the girls for their bodies and then dump them after you're done playing." She furiously shouts.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean? We were both going to do that tonight until you started giving me your little sob story about how much of a douche your fugly ass boyfriend is!"

She folds her arms and looks at me like she knows I'm right. And I am.

"Okay, but I thought after that you were actually a nice guy and cared about girls' feelings!"

"Hey, I am a nice guy and I do actually care about girls' feelings because I'm not your douchey fugly ass boyfriend!"

"Stop calling him a douchey fugly ass boyfriend!"

"You've only been saying crap about him, why can't I talk crap about him?" I retaliate loudly.

"Because I still love him enough to stand up for him!"

"If you love him so much, go make amends with him, go love him as much as he loves you! That basically means go love him as much as he loves rocks. I know for a fact there is a guy somewhere out there willing to support you better than your douchey fugly ass boyfriend can now!"

She stands up and looks me dead in the eye and says, "Then where is he."

I put my hands on her shoulders, "You will find him, you will find each other. Today is not that day."

"You're a wise guy, Dylan." She hugs me tightly, and I hug back.

"And a nice one," I grin.

"Come on, let's go to that party you planned all day for." She releases me and grabs her clothes.

"How'd you know that I planned for it all day?" I ask, sliding up my pants.

"Don't think I didn't see you and your friends run around the hotel all day." She says laughing. "Here's your shirt." She tosses it over to me across the bed.

"Thanks," I quickly pull it over, "Let's go dance."

"Alright let's do this!" She grabs my hand and we run out the door, down the hall, straight onto the dance floor.

Which was a pretty bad idea, we should have just gone to the pool.

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As we danced and danced, got a lil intoxicated, and witnessed a few dance battles, we began to have a battle of our own.

Not a dance battle.

Like a fight.

And guess with who?

Her douchey fugly ass boyfriend.

He stomped over to us, about a foot taller than me. I'm fucking 5'10". He is so ripped it's not even funny, and his face structure is so perfectly chiseled he is like a model for the gods. He has dark brown hair that is like one of those fuckboy hairstyles and honestly I could go gay for him.

Just kidding, I'd go gay for Wally.

He spots Ashlyn and just automatically grabs her by the arm with his big ass bear paw, and tries to drag her off the floor. With the magic of liquid courage, my stupid mind thought, well it'd be a great idea to verbally abuse him.

"Hey, don't touch her you, you piece of garbage!" And out of all the smart ass comments I could have made, I chose that.

That.

A peice of garbage? That's literally something Colby would say. I need some Wally characteristics to get all up in here. Not Colby. Definitely not Colby.

"Who you calling garbage, shrimp cake." He booms, shoving my shoulder.

"You asshole. Your idiotic mind is fucking with you because I think you don't know how to treat a lady." I retort. Now that was a little better but that was also kind of flirty. I know I said I wanted a little more Wally, but not this side of him.

"This is my girl, fuck off. She ain't yours to touch." He angrily yells over the loud bass.

"Well I did touch her, in ways you never could have!" I say, slapping my inner thighs like that one christmas dance part from mean girls. "I touched her feeli-" he punched me right in the face and knocked me down before I could say I touched her feelings. Not her pussy, my god this guy is dirty.

"FEELINGS DUDE." I get up, "THAT HURT YOU FUGLY ASS. IF I COULD DESCRIBE YOU IN ONE WORD, IT'D BE FUGLY." Oh shit my inner Colby Chen is escaping. I guess this happens when I'm sort of drunk.

"Dude. What the hell is wrong with you? You and your weird ass comments are not worth my fucking time." His voice is literally thunder. "Cmon babe, this guy sounds like he did alot of weed." He pulled Ashlyn with him and she was facepalming herself.

"Hey wait, dickwad!" I yell, I run up to him, draw my fist back and bam!

I just bruised the face of a model-like god. He is in no way shape or form happy with me.

So what did I do next?

I fucking bolted out of there like one of those spider things from the maze runner was chasing me. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and called the most reliable people I know.

"Guys, how fast can you get down here so I don't die tonight?"

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