to do?” I ask him when I’m finished.
“Screw them, Dylan. We can go anywhere you want or need to go after graduation. You don’t need to be a DA for Boston. We’ll move.”
I ponder that. “Really? You would move for me?”
Scott scoffs . “In a heartbeat. I’d do anything for you.”
Wow, Dylan. You really are a piece of shit.
“I don’t care where we go as long as we’re together,” Scott continues. “And you know I can do a lot of my business from home. I’ll have to travel no matter where I go. We’ll be okay, baby. Don’t cry. You were right to quit.”
We sit in silence after that as he rocks me. His words replay over and over in my head. I know if I let this relationship continue, he will ask me to marry him. I think it’s been leading up to that for a long time. I’d be an idiot to say anything but yes; he’s smart, handsome, rich, and very much in love with me. He worships and adores me. But no matter how hard I try to concentrate on that…no matter how much I understand the life Scott would give me if I let him…the only person my heart longs for is Jeremy. I can pretend as much as I want that it has changed, but it hasn’t. My heart always belongs to Jeremy.
Will there ever come a day when I get my heart back and move on from him? Or had he ruined me forever?
Chapter 10- Dinner
Even though I try to convince Scott to skip the benefit dinner, he presses me to go. He says it will be good for me to get out and try to have a good time. I don’t think it’s going to help very much, but I want to make Scott happy and he seems so excited to take me out.
I’m glad in a way that I’m able to finally wear the long, deep red ball gown that I had gotten earlier in the year. I hadn’t had a reason to wear it, but when I saw the dress, I knew it was for me. Surprisingly, it accented my new brown hair even better than the blonde. Looking at myself in the mirror, it does lift my mood a little bit to be dressed up and ready to go out. I look like a girl going on a romantic date with the love of her life should. That kind of screams, “Fuck you, Jeremy Mason,” to me, even if that’s not the way I’m feeling. I still want it to come across that way.
When I walk out of the bedroom, I freeze in the hallway. I see Scott standing in the living room, toying with the cufflinks on one of his sleev es. I have seen Scott in suits before, but never in a formal tuxedo. His broad shoulders fill out the jacket perfectly. Even the bowtie makes him look sexy instead of nerdy. My God, the man is a vision.
I can get used to looking at that face every day. My heart sinks for a moment as I consider a future without Jeremy. Shut up, heart.
“ Dylan, you look amazing,” Scott says, walking towards me. His face is full of wonder and adoration. I smile back at him, placing my hand on his face and giving him a quick kiss.
The doorbell rings a few moments later. Scott opens it to reveal a driver who tel ls us our limo is outside. I haven’t been in a limo since…
Stop, Dylan.
We walk out of the house and down the stairs hand in hand. The driver opens the car door for us and we quickly slide into the limo. When Scott lets go of my hand in the car, I notice my hand is wet. It’s not terribly hot today- I wonder why his palms are so sweaty.
“Are you okay?” I ask Scott as he adjusts his tie.
“Of course,” he says confidently, smiling back at me.
Every year, Scott’s parents rent out the same venue in Boston to host a benefit for a different cause. Last year it was for local homeless children, and the year before that was breast cancer. Because this is the first year I’m attending, the Hillman’s were kind enough to pick a cause very close to my heart- drug addiction and addiction education.
We finally pull up just outside the Omni Parker House, and I’m surprised to see so many members of the press there. A red carpet is stretched out front of the limo. The car in front of us is letting a
“Screw them, Dylan. We can go anywhere you want or need to go after graduation. You don’t need to be a DA for Boston. We’ll move.”
I ponder that. “Really? You would move for me?”
Scott scoffs . “In a heartbeat. I’d do anything for you.”
Wow, Dylan. You really are a piece of shit.
“I don’t care where we go as long as we’re together,” Scott continues. “And you know I can do a lot of my business from home. I’ll have to travel no matter where I go. We’ll be okay, baby. Don’t cry. You were right to quit.”
We sit in silence after that as he rocks me. His words replay over and over in my head. I know if I let this relationship continue, he will ask me to marry him. I think it’s been leading up to that for a long time. I’d be an idiot to say anything but yes; he’s smart, handsome, rich, and very much in love with me. He worships and adores me. But no matter how hard I try to concentrate on that…no matter how much I understand the life Scott would give me if I let him…the only person my heart longs for is Jeremy. I can pretend as much as I want that it has changed, but it hasn’t. My heart always belongs to Jeremy.
Will there ever come a day when I get my heart back and move on from him? Or had he ruined me forever?
Chapter 10- Dinner
Even though I try to convince Scott to skip the benefit dinner, he presses me to go. He says it will be good for me to get out and try to have a good time. I don’t think it’s going to help very much, but I want to make Scott happy and he seems so excited to take me out.
I’m glad in a way that I’m able to finally wear the long, deep red ball gown that I had gotten earlier in the year. I hadn’t had a reason to wear it, but when I saw the dress, I knew it was for me. Surprisingly, it accented my new brown hair even better than the blonde. Looking at myself in the mirror, it does lift my mood a little bit to be dressed up and ready to go out. I look like a girl going on a romantic date with the love of her life should. That kind of screams, “Fuck you, Jeremy Mason,” to me, even if that’s not the way I’m feeling. I still want it to come across that way.
When I walk out of the bedroom, I freeze in the hallway. I see Scott standing in the living room, toying with the cufflinks on one of his sleev es. I have seen Scott in suits before, but never in a formal tuxedo. His broad shoulders fill out the jacket perfectly. Even the bowtie makes him look sexy instead of nerdy. My God, the man is a vision.
I can get used to looking at that face every day. My heart sinks for a moment as I consider a future without Jeremy. Shut up, heart.
“ Dylan, you look amazing,” Scott says, walking towards me. His face is full of wonder and adoration. I smile back at him, placing my hand on his face and giving him a quick kiss.
The doorbell rings a few moments later. Scott opens it to reveal a driver who tel ls us our limo is outside. I haven’t been in a limo since…
Stop, Dylan.
We walk out of the house and down the stairs hand in hand. The driver opens the car door for us and we quickly slide into the limo. When Scott lets go of my hand in the car, I notice my hand is wet. It’s not terribly hot today- I wonder why his palms are so sweaty.
“Are you okay?” I ask Scott as he adjusts his tie.
“Of course,” he says confidently, smiling back at me.
Every year, Scott’s parents rent out the same venue in Boston to host a benefit for a different cause. Last year it was for local homeless children, and the year before that was breast cancer. Because this is the first year I’m attending, the Hillman’s were kind enough to pick a cause very close to my heart- drug addiction and addiction education.
We finally pull up just outside the Omni Parker House, and I’m surprised to see so many members of the press there. A red carpet is stretched out front of the limo. The car in front of us is letting a
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