Dylan's POV
Cecilia doesn't talk to me for the rest of the week. I don't want to mess with the gal- she's a drug dealer.
And the club she's in they seem trouble. They are at the top of the hierarchy scale at school along with the Perfects. Ever seen the plastics in the mean girls? Like them. They think they are princesses and meet perfection in every way. Rich as hell too. And yes, hot.
"Hey Dylan isn't it?" The main one leans up against my locker.
"Yeah"
"Ambyr Reilly" The girl holds her hand out.
When I offer mine she takes it and brings me up against her.
"Leave him alone" A guy says.
Ambyr turns around. "What makes you think I listen to you?" She snarls.
The guy smiles. He looks like a emo, one with strong muscles and tall. "Cheerleading practice? You already got demoted you want to get kicked off?"
Ambyr pushes past him giving him a hard shove. It hardly affects him. Must be one of the club, no one else would dare stand up against her like that.
"Right" The guys looks at me. "Your Dylan, you don't need to know my name but you need to know this" He steps closer to me locking me between the locker and him. I've probably been in more fights then he ever has, so I'm ready. "You upset Cecilia again and I will personally kick your ass and I wont be the only one" He stalks off before I can do or say anything.
"Tell me about the club" I say to Cecilia who stopped the car because 'she wanted to talk about something' After a whole week, almost.
"Freddie's the leader"
"Is that it?"
"No...I'm a member"
I groan. "Would I get in?"
"I don't know you"
"Would you like to get to know me?" I ask her cockily checking her out.
"What's your favourite colour?"
"Seriously?" I felt complied to answer anyway. "Red"
"How many girls have you slept with? Or boys if that takes your fancy"
"I'm not gay" I told her. "10"
She laughed. "You're a liar"
"How so?"
"I know you Dylan. You've been in love with this one girl forever if you wanted to admit it or not, you turned to other girls but found yourself not being able to go any further because of her. So you have slept with one girl and not ten as you claim. Which really-"
"You don't know me" I told her coldly. I forced the feelings down, I wasn't going to break down in front of her.
"I know you don't really want to join the club because you don't really want to put down roots here"
"Oh really?"
"You don't want to be here"
"Oh really?"
"I can help you get out" She smiled her eyes tinkling. "If you want it"
"Get me out?"
"Get you home and I know the perfect way to do it, so we game?"
I shrug. "Game"
Then she drove us home, well my temporary home.
"Where were you two?" Carlos suspiciously questions when we get out of the car. Cecilia rolls her eyes behind her dad's back, I say nothing.
"Dylan follow me. We need to have a man- to- man" Carlos says to me, going into his office.
I frown. "What's one of them?"
"A talk" Cecilia laughs. "I know your not gay" She winks smacking me on the butt. Before I can retaliate she's gone.
I go into Carlos's office sitting relaxed on the seat putting my feet up.
"You've been staying with us for a week already, but I've been so busy at the shop I haven't had a chance to go over house rules"
"Listen old man. I don't follow rules" I shrug.
Carlos narrows his eyes pushing my feet off his desk, quite roughly, I may add. "Uno, no drugs or alcohol. Dos, no profanity. I have three daughters and a wife, so keep it clean. Tres, curfew on weekdays is ten thirty; on weeknights it's midnight. Cuatro, you're expected to clean up after yourself around the house when asked, just like our own children. Cinco, there's no TV unless you're done with homework. Seis." He pauses.
"Dating Cecilia is out of the question, so don't even think about it. Any questions?"
"Yeah, one" I smirked looking right at him. "What happens when I break one of your fucking rules?"
He doesn't reply.
Score 1 to me.