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This is Sylvia’s fault.
“Dylan, please, delete it. I can’t do this to them. What if their parents got divorced? They would be devastated.”
Dylan hesitated.
“But you wanted to humiliate your mother, remember?”
“Yes, and that was before I found out she was making out with my friends’ father. Please, delete it. And don’t tell anyone. Ever.”
He munched on his lip thinking. I could probably take his phone from his hand and delete it myself if I was fast enough.
“Okay,” he finally said. “I’ll delete it and I will never tell anyone. If that’s what you want.”
“Thank you,” I sighed and closed my eyes in relief.
“But I want you to kiss me.”
My eyes flung open. I looked at his face. He wasn’t joking.
“Are you kidding me?” I asked anyway.
“No. Not at all.”
I thought about Lucas. I wanted him to be my first kiss. Not this semi-stranger who came every now and again.
“It’s just one kiss, no big deal,” Dylan started. “It’s not like we’re seeing each other a lot anyway. No one will know.”
“Why kiss then?” I asked. “What’s the point?”
There had to be one, right? He shrugged.
“I like you. You’re pretty. And I filmed them because you asked me to, remember?” that wasn’t exactly true. I didn’t know he was going to film them. He saw my hesitation and came closer. “No one will know,” he repeated.
I thought about Amy and Chase again. I remembered the hurt and humiliation I felt when everyone in town found out my father was fucking another woman.
And now I would be even more humiliated, considering my own mother was the other woman. The woman that could break my friends’ family apart.
They would never speak to me again.
“Just one kiss and the video will disappear,” Dylan’s quiet voice filled my ears.
My feet sort of walked on their own closer to him. I felt emotionally disconnected from it, and I just wanted to get it over with. I couldn’t risk bargaining with him when someone could hear us. And that video had to be deleted.
“I want to see you delete it.”
“Kiss me and you can delete it yourself.”
“Just one kiss,” I whispered offering my lips.
“Promise.”
He leaned in. He placed his hand on my back and pulled me closer. His lips touched mine. It felt wrong. I tried to think about something else. About someone else. About Lucas. But the moment his face appeared in my head, I felt like someone kicked me in the stomach. I gasped. Dylan took that as an invitation to invade my mouth with his tongue. The moment it touched mine, I jerked back. He laughed, and I was so appalled by what we just did, I forgot about my mother, the video, everything. I rounded him with the intention of run back down, when I saw a figure standing in the hallway looking at us through the opened door.
“I…,” I started to explain myself.
Lucas turned his back on me and left.
I slacked down to the floor. I asked Dylan to leave and stayed in that bathroom long enough for my mother and Amy’s father to stop their make out session. I heard them go downstairs one by one. One of them tried to use the bathroom, but I had locked the door.
