"He's Not Good For You."

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"I can't believe you would humiliate me in front of your friends like that!" Dylan spat quietly, pinning me against the wall.

"I didn't Dylan! Now get off of me!" I replied in the same intimidating tone. Dylan raised his eyebrows and chuckled under his breath.

"Oh, so now you think you're tough? You think you can talk to me any ole type of way you want?" Dylan asked, pushing his body against mine, this time, harder than before.

"I never said that, I didn't mean to disrespect you in anyway. I'm sorry if I did."

Dylan kept his eyes locked on mine before he stepped back and allowed me space.

"You saw the way Bieber was looking at you. I know you did becasue I saw it. If he thinks he is going to come in between this relationship, he his sadly mistaken. And, I don't appercieate the way Claire, or whatever the bitches name is, was talking to me. You just sat there and didn't say anything to defend me," Dylan continued, never once breaking eye contact from me.

"I'm sorry Dylan, I didn't think It was such a big deal. That's just their personalities. I can't change it,, and neither can you."

Dylan furrowed his eyebrows at me.

"Bottom line is, I don't want you talking to them while we're here. Period. Do you undestand?"

"Dylan they are my friends and I-"

"I meant what I said. You're not allowed to talk to them Brooklynn."

"Whatever," I whispered under my breath.

"Wait, what was that?"

"I said I understand Dylan. I wont talk to them anymore," I added, taking a seat at the edge of my bed, lowering my head.

"I'm glad we agree," Dylan added, smiling big.

I ignored his devious smile and walked into the bathroom to change into my night attire.

After I was finished changing, and I had walked back in the room, I noticed Dylan was laying on the bed, probably asleep.

I grabbed my old, Fifty Shades of Grey book off my bedside table, turned my side of the room bedside lamp on, and opened my book to read.

"Will you turn that stupid light off, you see I'm trying to get sleep. Unlike you, I have a job I have to go to tomorrow."

"Sorry Dylan," I apologized, flickering the light off, and laying down in the bed.

Ten minutes had passed and I still couldn't get to sleep, unlike Dylan who was snoring heavily in my ear. I grabbed a pillow and threw it over my head to muffle the horrfiying sound of his snores.

After that didn't work, I gave up trying and just stared at the ceiling. The floaters started to appear, which I assumed meant I was sleepy and I was going to be knocked out at any minute now.

As I laid there just watching the floaters float around in my room, I heard a clink on the balcony door. I shot up and looked out the window from my bed. Ignoring the noise, I laid back in the bed and pinched my eyes shut, that is until I heard the noise again.

"What the hell," I whispered before getting out of the bed, slipping on my house shoes, and walking over the balcony. I slid the door open and walked on to the balcony, looking around to see who it was.

"Justin, Claire? What are you doing here?" I whispered, sliding the door shut so Dylan didn't hear us.

"We came here to get you off of that leash you're on," Claire yelled.

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