BLSC #13: Fall For Dylan Lemiere

BLSC #13: Fall For Dylan Lemiere

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BLSC #13 Dylan Lemiere Work and Family is his number one priority besides that.. he doesn't care. He thinks that he will never fall in love either since he loves his work too much to care about girls. Lauren Hastington People see her as the definition of a bad and sexy girl but she's a really sweet and honest girl. When she loves someone, she will love them with all her heart but sometimes giving all your love might end up with a broken heart. After her break up with Blane, she decided to move on.. she doesn't expect that the person who will help her to move on is someone that she always has a crush on since she was little.

Chapter 1 1

Lauren Hastington

"Don't even think about scolding me or commenting!" I pointed at my finger at my brother and he sighed. He sat in front of me and held my hand.

"You okay?" Marco asked and I shook my head.

"I'm going to kill Blane!"

"No!" I held his hand and he sat beside me. He put his arm around me and I cried again.

"There there.. you can date another guy again." I smacked his chest and he chuckled.

"I'm kidding.." He said and I cried in his arms.

"What's wrong?" I heard Christian asked.

"See I told you tha-" Marco threw a pillow to Christian.

"You okay?"

"I'm not okay you idiots!" I hissed glaring at my brothers.

"Kids.. I'm home. What's wrong here?" My dad walked in.

"She broke up with Blane." I threw my shoe to Christian.

"Broke up? Well.. good becau-"

"You all jerks!" I hissed and got up from the sofa. I ran up to my room and locked myself. Gosh this sucks!

"Lauren.." My dad knocked on the door.

"Get lost dad!"

"You did not just say that." He said and I sighed. I covered my ears with my pillow and decided to sleep to heal my broken heart.

I got up and checked the time on my phone. I was hoping to see a message from Blane but.. none. I sat on my bed and sighed.

I walked out from my room and walked down the stairs. I found Marco currently palying with his phone on the sofa. I sat beside him and circled my arms around his hips from the side.

"Still sad?"

"Stupid question, Marco." I hissed and he ruffled my hair.

"Want me to make you something?"

"I want pizza, fried chicken and cake please." I said and he turned to me.

"I will buy it if you really will eat it all."

"Yeah.. please." I said and he nodded. He got up and left. I laid down completely on the sofa.

"Where is your brother?" I jumped to see Dylan walk in. I ignored him and he pretend that he would sit on my face. I smacked his butt and sat up. He plopped down beside me and turned to me.

"What's with you?" He asked.

"I broke up with Blane." I said and he laughed.

"So?"

"What do you mean.. 'so'? You don't have a heart!"

"Well.. did he cheat on you or something?" He asked.

"No.."

"Then what?"

"Distance.. and we both are busy."

"Ask him to move to New York." Dylan said like it was the easiest thing in the world.

"It's not that easy, Lemiere." I hissed coldly.

"Wanna have a drink?" He asked and I glared at him.

"I need food not alcohol right now.. Gosh you've always been a bad understanding woman. I feel bad for your future girlfriend." I leaned back and rolled my eyes.

"When will your brother be back?"

"I don't know.. he's buying me pizza, chicken and cakes." I said and played with my phone.

"I'm tired." He leaned his head to my shoulder.

"Sleep.."

"I like your smell." He suddenly said out of nowhere.

"My eyes hurt.." I hissed as I touched my puffy eyes. He turned to me and looked at my eyes. He was so close, making my eyes widen.

"Crying for a guy is not worth it." He said as he checked my eyes.

"I don't want to cry.. but my eyes and heart betrayed me." I said as I pushed him away.

"You're an idiot." He said and I smacked his arm hard. He groaned in pain.

"Get me ice cream.." I said.

"Why should I?"

"I'm sad.. you're happy.. go get it!" I pointed at the kitchen.

"How much will you pay me?"

"You have billions."

"No.. introduce me to a hot girl." He said and I smacked his head.

"Get your head straight.. you idiot!"

"You are seriously annoying."

"I just broke up." I hissed and he sighed.

"Well.. I'm not taking it for you."

"Asshole." I kicked his thigh and glared at him.

"Kids.. don't fight." My mom said as she walked down from the stairs.

"Hey.. Hailey."

"Hey Dylan."

"Mom! Can you take the vanilla ice cream tub for me?"

"Of course." She smiled and walked towards the kitchen.

"You're fine.. you're acting like you broke your legs."

"I broke my heart.. it's much worse."

"Here you go honey.. and where is your brother?" My mom gave me the ice cream and asked about my brother.

"He's buying me pizza, chicken and cakes."

"Oh.. Lauren.." My mom looked at me sadly.

"Don't give me that face mom."

"Do you want me to turn the movies on?" My mom asked.

"No thanks mom.. just get rid of this bug." I pointed at Dylan.

"Bug??" He locked my head in his arm basicly locking my head. I elbowed him and punched his stomach lightly.

"Kidss.." My mom warned.

"Where will you two go?" I asked Dylan.

"Club."

"I'll change my mind.. I'll join." I said and he shook his head.

"What does that mean?"

"I'm not taking a heart broken girl to a club!!"

"Why is that?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Will be a mess.."

"You will clean my mess." I smirked and he looked at me disbelief.

"I won-" I shut his mouth and ran away to my room. I'm going to get drunk and have fun tonight!

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