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head, the
sadness returned. “No.”
    “Are you going to?”
    He shook his head
again. “There’s no point.”
    “Did he disown you
too?”
    Protected by a cautious
front, he looked at the floor and said nothing. Rubbing the back of his neck,
the frustration eased. “He disowned me long before this.”
    I had a feeling there
was a deeper meaning to that statement but decided to give him his space and not
pry into something I didn’t understand and wasn’t capable of understanding at
the time. There was a side to Dylan that I might not ever get to know, the side
that kept his fears deep inside.
    I reached for my wallet
inside my bag to see how much cash I had, knowing damn well my credit cards
wouldn’t work now. I counted to myself as Dylan carefully watched what I was
doing.
    “I have just over nine
hundred dollars. How far do you think we can get with that?”
    He laughed and shook
his head. “You’re not funding this adventure, I am.” Although laughing, his
tone was set.
    “I refuse to let you
pay for this entire trip.”
    His eyebrows flickered
up and I could tell then he was deciding whether to be dirty or not. Not wins
out. “There are always those sexual favors, so…”
    I punched his shoulder
for his lewd suggestions and handed him the money. “I insist on paying for my
half of the trip.”
    Pushing the money back
at me, he shook his head. “I have more than enough money. When I turned
eighteen my trust fund kicked in.”
    “I’m not taking your
trust fund money. That’s yours for college or whatever.”
    It wasn’t a secret
around town that Dylan and his brother had a hefty trust fund from when his
mother died. Yet I refused to let him use that money on this adventure.
    “I’m not going to
college.” He smirked as if the possibility of him going to college was
ridiculous. “Looks like we’re back to those sexual favors.” he suggested and
leaned back on the bed and placed his hands behind his head. To make his point
more clear, he winked and gestured south lifting his hips slightly.
    What a pervert.
    It was then that I was
no more concerned about being murdered. Deep down he was too goofy to commit a
crime as grave as a murder. At least that’s what I was telling myself.
    Lying beside him, he
looked at me and I confessed about my temper tantrum outside. “We have to use
your phone from now on.”
    “Where’s yours?”
    “Under
an Escalade outside.”
    “Nice.” He propped
himself up on his elbows. His feet dangled off the edge of the bed. “Are you
hungry?”
    “Actually yes, I’m
starving.”
    Removing himself from
the bed, he pulled on a clean t-shirt from his bag on the floor and then put
his flannel back on over the top of it. I noticed all his shirts were neatly
settled in his bag where my bag looked as if hurricane Katrina had packed it.
    “Get up. I’m taking you
to dinner.” He told me walking around the bed and standing near the door. “I
suggest you change out of that ridiculous gown though. I’m not going to dinner
with the valedictorian.”
    “I thought I looked hot
in it.” I suggested twirling around trying to remember my ballet moves from
when I was younger.
    Nice flirting.
    Dylan didn’t say
anything for a moment so I looked back at him wondering if he even noticed my
moves and he smirked keeping his eyes low.
    “I agree,” he mumbled
softly and turned to the door.
    I didn’t wait for him
to leave the room before I stripped my gown off. Usually I wouldn’t have done
something that bold but I did it to tease him for the sexual favors comments. I
stripped down to my bra and underwear. When I snuck a glance in his direction,
I noticed he was still standing by the door putting his shoes on.
    Clearly, he hadn’t
noticed yet so I stalled for a second pretending to rummage through my
hurricane mess and then pulled some jean shorts and a t-shirt out of my bag.
When I turned around before I put my shirt on, I noticed he was now looking at
me but said