Dillon POV
I watched as the TV illuminated off her face. She has great facial features, but the frown on her face took away from them.
It always seems like shes angry at me and usually I have no idea what I did.
I tapped my foot on the carpet.
"Why are you upset at me?"
Should I have asked that? I saw her roll her eyes. Fuck. Maybe if she told me why she was mad then I could fix it.
"Its nothing." She said with pursed lips.
"Oh my god Caitlin." I groaned rubbing my hand against my face.
She looked up startled as if she wasn't expecting me to get frustrated.
"I said its nothing!" She huffed.
"Clearly it's something if you're rolling your fucking eyes at me and making that face. What am I suppose to think, you're happy?!" I started to raise my voice.
"Shut up or you're going to wake Michelle." Was all she said.
"I fucking swear..." I said under my breath.
"Swear what?!" She turned to me.
"You just don't get it." I said.
"Don't get it?!" She retorted. "Clearly I get that you and that girl were just having the time of your life as you came home at almost 10 o'clock at night!"
"Wow." I shook my head slowly.
"I really thought you were different from other girls Cait, but I guess you're not. I went somewhere with Joanna and you automatically think we were fucking or something?!"
"Wow that was amazing Dillon! I didn't know you were so skilled." She mocked Joanna.
"So that's how you think of me? Some guy who just fucks every girl in his path?" I got off the couch, almost hurt at how Cait was reacting.
She didn't reply back to me.
I walked to the front door, slamming it closed as I went to my car. I knew she was babysitting tonight so I kept the painting of her in my car so I could give it to her before she went back home.
I spent weeks on the painting, gave in hard work just to make it as perfect as she was. I needed a girls feedback so I asked Joanna to come see it and when her reaction was good, I knew Cait would love it.
I yanked open the front door, pulled out the painting and went back inside, I was fuming and hurt, but calm.
Cait looked up as she saw me.
"Here. I guess I'm an asshole for trying to make you happy." I threw the painting at her feet and went upstairs to my bedroom.
Cait POV
I slowly picked up the frame and as I saw the beautiful bright colors, I started crying. I was already near tears while we were arguing and this just triggered it even more.
The painting was absolutely gorgeous.
A flashback came into my head on that day of school when Dillon was the new student. He got in front the class and told everyone where he use to go and what type of music he liked and that he liked to draw.
Tears fell down my face as I studied the drawing of myself. I was smiling, the crinkle in my eyes was very exact. There was a beautiful garden behind me with the sun, shining down. In the corner there were letters;
"Your smile is a shining sun, your heart is a delicate flower; and all together you are exquisitely beautiful."
I really really fucked up.
I shouldn't have just brought up that I heard his and Joanna's conversation. Now he thinks I cant trust him and that I'm just like every other girl.
Maybe I am... But I don't want him to think that of me.
"I really thought you were different from other girls Cait, but I guess you're not..."
Those words rang in my head over and over again.
How will I be able to fix this? Dillon came to me so sweet and kind and I was just horrible angry monster.
I'm glad he got mad at me. I deserved it. But now I have to figure out a way to get him to smile at me again.
***
"Oh! And plot twist, their temporary house guest is Joanna Parks!" I threw my hands up in frustration.
My two best friends were laying on my carpet in my room and eating popcorn and M&M's.
"You're kidding me!" Beth shot up in shock.
"Totally serious." I said.
"Isn't that the girl that punched you?!" Devon gasped.
"Yup! She looked like a gorilla back then and now she looks like a freaking super model." I groaned.
"Well I guess karma hasn't hit her yet." Beth mumbled.
"Got that right." I snickered. "Weird how not too long ago we were just talking about her."
"I could have bet on it that she would have been in prison." Beth laughed.
I shrugged, laughing myself. But even through the laugher I was still drastically upset about what happened last night.
"I am honestly the stupidest person on the planet." I recalled.
"From the way you explained it, it does sound like you didn't give him a chance to explain himself." Devon agreed.
"I know and this is all my fault! I really like Dillon and now he hates me. He made that beautiful portrait of me-" I pointed to the painting propped up on my dresser, "-and I..." I started to cry.
Beth and Devon immediately got up and came to comfort me.
"Babydoll, you will find a way to make it up to him- or, you could just give him some time." Devon rubbed my back.
"I really-" sniff, "want to make it up to him you know?" I wiped my eyes.
They nodded and agreed with me.
***
Dillon POV
It was the next day and I still feel like my heart was just kicked a thousand times.
As I laid back in my bed, I crossed my fingers together and put them behind my head, thinking hard.
I tried to get my mind off of her. I couldn't stop thinking about her, and It made me angry.
I knew she was on the other side of the window, thinking about me too.
"Fuck!" I yelled angrily, flinging my fist through the air.
"Dillon?" The door opened and in walked Joanna.
The day I saw her eavesdropping in my room and going through my things gave me a bad vibe, but I pushed it past me when she apologized.
"Hey.." I said sitting up on my bed.
"I kind of... heard some of that argument last night." She said quietly, walking in and closing the door behind her.
"I'm sorry about that I-"
"Oh no it's okay." She sat next to me on my bed. "If I were your girlfriend and she was in my position, I would feel the same." She said.
"But also, she was acting a bit extreme." Joanna stated.
I just shrugged, looking at my sock covered feet.
"I really care about Cait and she just acted like every other girl I've been with." I muttered.
"I'm sorry you're upset." She placed her hand on my knee and I instantly tensed up. "Girls get like that sometimes. How old is she? 16?"
"She's-" I started to correct.
"Women, know how to act better." I heard a smirk in her voice.
I slowly looked up at her to see where she was going with this.
Women? Cait is 18 and Joanna just turned 20. Theres not too much of a difference.
"Wha-"
"Listen Dillon,"
Cant't she let me speak?!
"I'm just saying; whenever you're tired of dealing with those prissy girls who don't know how to treat guys like you, I'm right here." She winked at me.
Then she got up, swaying her wide hips until she walked out the door.
Holy shit what have I gotten myself into?
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Question: Did you think Joanna was a sneaky snake from day one or did her twist shock you?
(also I'm thinking of asking a question every chapter about your opinion on something idk)
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