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Easy now, with my heart.

Easy now, oh, with my heart.

Walk a tightrope, walk a little tightrope,

You walk a tightrope, walk a little tightrope,

Oh, this heart is burning up.

I said, oh, this heart is burning up.

(Tightrope - Walk The Moon)

June 19, 2014

I clutch the fabric of my blue robe to my chest as I smile into the reflection. My light green dress is perfect. 

Graduating. Wow.

"Hurry up, Dylan!" Rex glances at me, drilling my cap at me. I catch it with one hand. "They're gonna start calling the names if you don't hurry that pretty little ass of yours."

I roll my eyes and kick into my black ballet flats, simultaneously wrapping the robe around me and clapping on my cap. I lick my suddenly dry lips and hurry after Rex, tripping over my robe slightly as I continue to skip my way through the halls, trying to keep up with the taller boy.

"Rex!" I wheeze as we push through the doors into the main hall. It's filling with people as we slip behind the blue satin curtains, and lined up with the other students.

Long arms draped in blue polyester suddenly wrap around my waist. "Boo," a husky, soft voice whispers.

Grinning, I crane my neck to the side and give him a quick kiss. He responds immediately, kissing be back.

"Hey, now," someone says, making us pull apart. "I've got a lifetime subscription to a Korean drama site, you don't need to be all lovey dovey with me." Finn arches a brow, the tassel on his cap swinging in his brown eyes.

Drew scoffs. "You would have a subscription to that."

"Hey, it's not mine, it's Clarissa's." As if hearing her name, a short Japanese girl with a pageboy haircut bounces up, her black locks of hair swinging in her face.

"Hm? What'd I miss?" Clarissa asks, nudging her boyfriend with her pointer finger. Ever since she'd transferred to our school in February, she'd caught the eye of a renowned player, and he was after her, looking for a quick shag. It bloomed into something more, and they were now probably the second cutest couple ever, second to Oliver and Noel of course.

"Nothing, babe," Finn inconspicuously drapes an arm around her waist, and she just shrugs.

"Meh. Hey, Dylan, hi Drew," she waves to us enthusiastically and I grin back, wiggling out of Drew's arms.

"Sh! They're calling names!" Someone from the swim team snaps and we all immediately give eachother sarcastic, 'whoa look a bad ass' looks.

All of us wait eagerly for our names to be called, and my palms begin to get clammy with each name closer to an 's'. I'm going in before Drew and the rest and it's scary as hell. I'm having to pull off some awesome speech and it's probably going to end up me giving the middle finger for three minutes straight.

"Dylan Scott," the applause starts and a slight pressure is on the small of my back, urging me forward.

"You can do this, CG," Drew assures me and Clarissa gives me a bright smile. Finn winks at me, earning a glare from Drew and a punch in the stomach from Clarissa.

Rolling my eyes, I pull a bright smile and march up to the stage. Principal Brown shakes my right hand firmly, and presses the rolled diploma into my other hand. I glance down and see the blue material, the same as the one I'm wearing, tied in a bow, keeping the paper rolled.

"Congratulations," he says gruffly, and I give a nod.

"Thank you," I murmur and walk on my way, standing next to the others who have already been called.

"Oh my God!" Noel grips my bicep tightly as I stand to a close right next to her. "We're actually doing it! Gah, we're graduating!" 

I laugh unsteadily, the sadness hitting me. We're leaving in a measly two months, me off to Cambridge, Noel off to UCI, Oliver taking a year off before school to pursue his film career, and ... Drew?

Surprisingly, he's got a clear-in model job that I'll be sending pictures in for. When I got the letter saying I've been accepted and him getting the e-mail confirming his modeling, well, that was a fun night.

"You're gonna be so far," I sigh. She rolls her lips into her mouth.

"There's Skype, Facebook, Instagram..." she trails off, naming a few more social media websites before going silent. Her eyes are brimming with tears. "Every night, woman. It's only gonna be a three-hour difference."

"At least we get to take our boys with us," I lift one shoulder up in a half-shrug.

"Yeah."

Oliver pushes in from the back. "I lost you for a second, Noe," he scratches the back of his neck, his face immediately going into over-protective boyfriend mode when he takes in her watering eyes. "Hey. What's wrong? Is it that creepy fucker right there?" He inclines his head to a boy creepily grinning over at us and rubbing his cheeks.

"No," I say. "Where's Drew?"

Oliver shrugs. "Talking to Rex."

I nod, just as Principal Brown calls my name for my speech.

"And now, Miss Dylan Scott with her speech," I hand my diploma to Noel and hesitantly walk back over to the podium, brushing back strands of hair from my eyes. Straightening my shoulders I point the microphone closer to my mouth, since Principal Brown is probably only 4'11.

"Er, hi," I start awkwardly, and a collective laugh swims around the main hall. Pursing my lips, I gulp and start again. "These past four years have been anything but easy. However, through it, I've grown, and so have my peers. And I..."

In my peripheral vision I see a random senior yawn in boredom. That's when I decide, screw it, I'm winging this. 

"Honestly," I cock my head to the side. "I hate most of the people in this school. But some of these people are damn awesome, and I'm proud to say that I've got those people as best friends." Rolling my eyes, I say, "This is supposed to be about how much I've grown and crap, but, honestly, we hear that every single year. So, why now?

"This year I've faced many hardships, of course, but what teen doesn't? Whether it's starting your period in P.E. or getting a boner right when you get called to the front of the room, it's a problem. But, so? We've pretty much fought through these things."

I faintly hear someone say, "She's gone over the three minute mark!" But I don't give a crap. Taking a deep breath, I continue.

"As much as I'd like to say how much I've been helped by the peer counselors and stuff, but really. Not every single senior happens to get amazing advice from some counselor. If they do, what the hell did I miss?" A few people are nodding their heads in agreement. "But, in all honesty - I feel like I've been saying 'honest' too often - I've kinda liked my years here. 

"As we seniors say good bye and leave Harbour high, most likely moving to bigger and better places, leaving this town," I exhale deeply. "All of our memories in high school, good and bad, will keep up with us. They'll end up to stories that we tell to our frat brothers, and end up doing a keg stand at some party.

"But now, as I stand here today, I'd like to take a moment to say fuck the system, and goodnight."

I turn away and stride off the stage, smirking slightly when applause erupts. It's not the typical, polite applause. Nope, it's the 'bitch you go' kind.

Bitch, you go.

***

August 27, 2014

That August, I wipe away traitor tears that are slowly slipping down my face. My throat feels like it's closing as all four of us stand in the middle of the airport, most likely taking up a lot of space.

"I'll miss you," I whimper, clutching Noel's hand tightly. She rolls her lips into her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut as pale blond hair falls into her face.

"Likewise," she answers in a British accent and I giggle. "Seriously, that's what you're gonna sound like when we meet up when we're like, twenty-two."

"I don't know about you, but I'm feeling twenty-two!" I smile widely and hug her, burying my face in her shiny hair.

She sniffles. "Yeah, every night."

"M...mhm."

We part and an electronic voice calls over the speaker, "F24, gates are opening." Oliver glances sadly at Noel.

"It's time to go," he says softly.

She nods. "Off I am, to California."

"I love you," I lick my dry lips.

"Love you more."

Oliver leans forward and wraps his arms around me tightly, moving side-to-side and rubbing his arms up and down my shoulders. "Bye, Camera Girl. Take care of Mr. Model over there."

"Definitely," he kisses my temple and moves back to his girlfriend, urging her to the gates. I see him turn away and let out a shaky breath, obviously upset about leaving his best friend.

"Hey," Drew says gently, kissing my cheek and then my other cheek, then my forehead, then the tip of my nose. Slowly, carefully, he fits his sinful mouth to mine and I accidentally sigh in content, kissing him back slowly. "I'll be there with you, all the time."

"Our apartment is tiny, only one bedroom."

"That's good. Because we've only got one bed and I'm not planning on leaving your side, every night." He murmurs into my hair.

I shrug, "I guess. How're you going to learn, anyway?"

"Online schooling, I'm up and about all day anyway," he sighs. "I start next week."

"My next class is in three days."

"You'll be fine," he assures me, and we sit back down on the plastic chairs that look akin to school chairs. "You're probably the most intelligent and creative person I know, you'll do great."

"Says the model."

"Hey, model-to-be." He jokes slightly, nonchalantly pressing his fingers into the soft skin on my knee. It's covered with leggings, yes, but I can still feel the heat seeping in through his fingertips.

We're starting uni and he's still a fucking perv.

Inching his fingers innocently up my left leg, the pad of his thumb gently swirls against my lower inner thigh. I suck in a sharp breath as he asks, "What're you majoring?"

Play it cool. "Do you even need to ask?"

"I'm betting on photography," Drew leans in closer to me and gently nips the shell of my ear, gripping my inner thigh in his hand ... oh God ...

"Drew," I gasp out. "Can you ... we're in public, you jackass."

"More like reckless jackass." He chuckles, removing his hand. I sigh in relief and snuggle up against him, tucking my legs underneath me. Enveloping his hand in mine, I play with his fingers and sigh.

"We're going away for four years and not seeing Noel and Oliver for two," I grumble in despair. 

"I know, baby," he turns his head slightly and presses a kiss to my forehead. "But, hey. College, right?"

"That's not a reason."

"So I realise. I suck at this."

"You do."

"A36, gates are opening," the electronic voice rings out, and I stand reluctantly.

"That's us," I whisper. He bites the inside of his cheek and stands as well, leaning in to give me a three-second long, close-mouthed kiss.

"Yup," he shrugs, picking up his carry on. I sigh shakily, and he holds my free hand, the one not carrying my carry on. "You and me, against a bunch of college kids."

"You and me," I smirk as we begin walking down the isle. "Against the fucking world."

Drew smiles widely. And, I think quietly, this is only the beginning.

A/N:

And there we freaking have it. That's really, truly the end of The Bad Boy's Good Girl. Off to university they go! Does it really surprise you that I've made Drew a model? 

I figured, until my next story is up, you won't get another story. So, here it is.

My small group of best friends and I were all on Skype, talking to each other whilst playing No More Room in Hell. (In case you don't know it's a zombie game downloaded from a gaming format called Steam, with several different maps.)

So, we were playing on a map called notld (holla to my people out there who's played this) and a random person comes up into our server. I was like, "Yo, guys, a person is here."

Consequently, my guy best friend (not the one who, I guess, 'likes' me) says, "Let's kill him!"

But first, they kill off the girls (Me and my other good friend).

Wanna know how they killed me?

I was picking up a med-kit when (the guy who supposedly 'likes' me) my 'bestie' says, "Jayy turn around."

I turn around.

He is there, with a f*cking chansaw. He kills me off in seconds. SECONDS!

Pissed, I start cussing him out while he's pissing himself with laughter. Then, the only other girl in the group kills him and he starts cussing HER out. Then she gets killed by our two other best guy friends.

Then the guy who we originally planned to kill came in like a ninja, opened up the chat for him, and said, "For f*cking Sparta!" and killed them two.

But it sucked because he was not ninja enough for zombies.

THE BLURB FOR MY NEW STORY, Figure Eight, IS NOW UP! Working on chapter one!

Until next time,

~Jayy