More Than One [18+]

1.

"Scarlett! Wait!"

I turn around. Who's calling me?

I smile as I see Dylan running to me. He's panting as he catches up. I giggle. "No fit, Dyl?" He shoots me a glare. "I ran from block D, give me a second," he says.

We walk down to the parking spots, but just as I see my car, he stops me. "Scarlett, I..." he trails off. I raise an eyebrow. He takes a deep breath in. "I just saw Mike."

My breath hitches. "He's back?" I whisper and he nods. "He's in my class. I'm sorry, sweetie," he says and hugs me.

Mike's back?

He can't be back. Not yet. Not now.

He was my first date ever. He said he liked me, and I melted for it. He stole my first kiss on our date, and then convinced me to sleep with him. He took my firsts, used them and threw them away like I was nobody.

It still hurts.

I sigh, but smile for Dylan. He's such a cutie. He's my best friend, and he's so sweet and soft it makes me smile when I see him. 

"So, did you get any news from Dallas yet?" I ask, but he shakes his head and sighs. He's been crushing over Dallas for weeks now, and still hasn't asked him out yet.

We stop walking at my car. "See you Monday?" I ask. He nods. I give him a wink. "Guess what we're doing then?"

He shrugs. "I don't know, as long as it isn't asking Dallas out." I smirk, and his eyes widen. "No! Scarlett, I'm going to die! You know how bad I am with people!"

"Well then, let's make you better with people," I mock and he sighs. "Fine. See ya!" he yells and runs away. I grin.

Crazy loser.

I met him on my first day here. He was all lonely, looking around and seeming scared. I was talking to some girls, but immediately noticed him. He was adorable.

I walked over to him and his eyes widened, he took a step backwards. "Hi, I'm Scarlett, who are you?" I asked. He eyed me shyly. "I-I'm Dylan."

We found out we were in the same class, and we've been best friends ever since. We're in the senior class now, high school is almost over. We decided to go to the same college, but don't know which one yet.

I get in my car and drive home. 

Once home, my little brother greets me excitedly. "Lettie! I missed you today!" he smiles. I pick him up and he gives me a kiss on the cheek. "Yeah? What did you do at school?"

My brother, Ash, is three. He's the cutest little boy and always happy to see me. Unlike my twin brother, Tom. No, he is grumpy. 

With Ash on my hip and him playing with my hair, I walk into the kitchen. "Hey, Mom," I smile and give her a kiss. She turns around from the counter. "Hey, honey! How was school? Look, I'm making cake!" she enthusiastically exclaims.