Twice Bitten

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Chapter 9

I groaned when my alarm clock went off and got up to get ready. In my sleepy haze, I remembered that Dylan was picking me up and rushed to my closet to look for a cute outfit. “Oh Dios Mio!! (Oh My God!!)” I couldn’t find anything! I finally found some skinny jeans and a low cut Marilyn Monroe shirt. I pretty much ran down the stairs when I heard him honk. I was surprised to see Tony and Rafe sitting in the backseat.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Dylan asked as I slid into the car.

“No, of course not.”

“Hey, what’s Leila’s address?” Dylan asked

“Huh, Why?”

Tony smirked and nudged Rafe. “Lover-boy here wanted to pick her up.”

I laughed and watched as they teased each other mercilessly.

To say Leila was shocked was an understatement. Tony and Rafe made sure they took up all the space in the backseat, and I sent Rafe a knowing smile.

“Aren’t you gonna scoot over?” Leila asked

Rafe shook his head, “Nope.”

Leila sighed, knowing that there was no way out of this one and sat on his lap. When we got out of the car, Dylan held my hand, and Tony had his arm around my shoulder. I looked up and saw Jesse glaring past us and looked over to see Rafe hugging Leila from behind. Ouch. I know he’s been crushing on her for a while now.

Rafe stepped away from Leila and headed off to class. I watched as Leila walked over to Jesse to talk. I couldn’t make out what he was saying, but I knew whatever it was, it was upsetting her. I shrugged out of Dylan and Tony’s grasp and rushed to her side.

“I think you should leave now,” I told Jesse

He rolled his eyes and walked away.

I focused my attention on Leila. “What the hell just happened?”

“He saw me with Rafe and said that I was easy and that we shouldn’t talk anymore,” Leila said her head downcast.

“Your not easy, Leila. He’s just an asshole.”

“I know I just don’t want him to be mad at me.”

“Before things get any messier you should sort out your feelings and see who you like more, Jesse or Rafe. If not someones going to get hurt.” I said hugging Leila

“I know.”

When lunch came around Leila nearly tackled me to the ground. ” I know! I know who I want!”

I chuckled, “That’s good. So... Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Well....” Leila dragged out.

“Spit it out or get smacked,” I said

Leila faked a gasp. “Violent much?”

“Very, now talk. It’s rude to leave your best friend in suspense.”

“Okay, okay, it’s Rafe... I think I’m falling in love with him.”

I sniffed, “My little girls all grown up.”

“Shut up!” Leila giggled and then sighed.

“What’s wrong? You were practically glowing a minute ago.”

“I know, but I just feel bad about Jesse, and at this rate, he won’t even talk to me.”

“I know being the sweetheart that you are; you’re trying to to think about his feelings, but you have to put yours first.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Leila said

“I’m always right.” I giggled, and Leila mumbled something under her breath.

By the time school was over, I was dead tired. Before we left Mrs. H called Dylan and me into her office and told us that the TA program would officially be starting tomorrow. I hugged Dylan goodbye and drove home. When I got home, I flopped onto my bed and sighed. I was asleep within seconds.


My dream started with me laying in the meadow. Everything was peaceful and serene. I closed my eyes as I listened to the nature around me. I hissed and gripped my wrist.

“What the hell?”

It felt like my wrist was on fire, and it was spreading throughout my body. I screamed as the pain intensified. What the hell was happening to me? I sobbed and curled into a ball. I just wanted it to stop. I needed it to stop. The pain was excruciating, and breathing became difficult.

I awoke with a gasp and swiped hair out of my face. I was drenched in sweat and felt gross as hell. I took a shower and instantly felt refreshed. After I was done getting ready, I grabbed my bag and hopped into Dylan’s car. Dylan held my hand as we walked to class, and although not as many people were staring, it was still enough to annoy me. Didn’t they have anything better to do? Ten minutes into class, Dylan and I realized what was going on.

“So I’m guessing this is one of the classes we’re stepping in for,” Dylan said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I think so. Let me see that sheet Mrs. H handed you.”

Dylan dug around for the paper and handed it to me.

1st Period: Spanish- Mrs. Rosita

2nd Period: English- Mr. Drud

9th Period: Physical Education- Mrs. H

P.S. You can use the teacher’s lounge if needed. GOOD LUCK!

“Okay, then,” I said, standing up.

“It’s only three classes; it can’t be that bad,” Dylan said

“I guess.”

“Today we’ll be your teachers,” I said addressing the class.

I sat down at the teacher’s desk and tried to figure out what to do. The majority of the teachers were supposed to leave a lesson plan for us, but I guess Mrs. Rosita figured that I would be able to come up with something. Snapping me out of my thoughts, Dylan came up behind me and kissed me on the cheek. I ended up giving them all Spanish word searches because I honestly couldn’t be bothered to think up a lesson. The bell rang shortly after that.

“I guess we should head to English next,” I said, gathering my things.

When we got to the classroom, I let out a stream of curse words.

“What’s wrong?” Dylan asked

“This is Emmett and Bianca’s class.”

“Oh shit.”

I took a deep breath and opened the door. Dylan walked over to the teacher’s desk and pulled me onto his lap.

“It’s your turn to talk,” I whispered to him

Dylan gave me a funny look and cleared his throat. “Umm we’re subbing the class today.... so yeah.”

I giggled at his response and handed out the work Mr. Drud left behind. And of course, Emmett and Bianca were all over each other like they weren’t in the middle of class.

“This is English, Emmett, not Sex Ed.” I sighed

“Are you jealous? It’s probably been a while since you kissed someone other than me.” Emmett smirked

“It actually hasn’t,” Dylan said, pulling me into a deep kiss.

I could hear all the girls gasp and every guy except for Emmett whistle. Dylan either didn’t notice or didn’t care. I was starting to realize that he just didn’t give a fuck. When we pulled apart, Dylan looked satisfied and Emmett looked so pissed that I couldn’t help but laugh.


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