Chapter 3.17, Generation 3

Chapter 3.17

“Come on, Kyra, shoot,” Dakota encouraged her friend.

Kyra was going to the same high school but she was a senior and will be graduating soon. She was a social butterfly who knew everyone and was friends with everyone.

“I really suck at video games,” Kyra replied and threw the controller on the coffee table in front of her, “let’s go downstairs, everyone should be here soon anyway.”

More people from their school showed up and the party was going great.

“Where is Martha?” Selena asked.

“Oh, you know her parents. They knew my folks are leaving town so she couldn’t come over.”


“I know, right?”

Dakota was showing off her best moves to impress the stranger Kyra was dancing with.

Who is he?

She’s never really been attracted to any guys from school but he looked older and mysterious.

“Who’s that guy you were dancing with?”

“Dylan? He’s new here. His family just moved to Sierra. Come, I’ll introduce you.” she grabbed her hand and dragged her behind her.

“No,” Dakota tried to pull back, but Kyra was stronger.

“Nice party,”

“What?” Dakota couldn’t hear a word over the laud music.

“I said nice party!”

“Oh. Thanks!” she yelled back.

“You’re a good dancer.” Dylan said after they danced together for a while.

“I can’t hear you,” Dakota shook her head.

“Come with me,” he took her hand and lead her outside.

They sat down on the concrete next to each other.

“Finally quiet,” he said and gave her a long look.

She broke the eye contact and looked away, “Yeah.”

Dakota was nervous. He seemed like the type of guy that hooks up with a lot of girls and is good at flirting. Dakota wasn’t. She doesn’t even hang out with guys. Her best friend is Martha and she spends all her free time with her.

“It’s a nice house you have here. Your parents must be loaded.”

“I guess,”

“You don’t talk much, huh?”

“I do, it’s just…”



“Come on, you can talk to me,” he leaned closer and nudged her shoulder. Her nose caught the scent of his cologne.

“You smell good.” The second she finished she wanted to punch herself in the face.

You smell good? You’re such and idiot, Dakota!

Dylan laughed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, “You’re a cutie.”

Dakota looked down, not knowing what to say or do with herself. She jumped up on her feet and Dylan follower her, “You don’t have to be afraid of me, Dakota. I don’t bite.”

“I know and I’m not…afraid, I mean.”

He made step closer as if he was challenging her to prove it.

Dakota’s body felt weak and shaky, she could almost feel the electricity going through her body but she accepted the challenge and gave him a quick peck on the lips surprising not only him, but herself, too.

“There you go,” he said with a smile, “maybe you’ll be way more fun than I thought.”

Then he pulled her closer to him, that she felt hid body against hers, and kissed her. Really kissed her with a tongue. She could tell it wasn’t his first or even second kiss like it was for her.


I can’t wait to tell Martha about Dylan tomorrow.

Martha has never kissed a boy before and Dakota couldn’t wait to share this with her. Her first kiss, her first boyfriend…

She was sitting in the school bus the following morning, looking out of the window and picturing him getting on the bus, taking the seat next to her and giving her another long kiss. Her body shivered with that thought.

They finally got to Dylan’s stop and Dakota scooted closer to the isle so he could see her better.

When he got into the bus, she gave him a wide smile and waved at him but he acted like he doesn’t even know her. He just walked by her seat, ignoring her existence.

What the hell?

A/N: As much as I love all characters from the beginning of my story, I recommend you start with generation four here since I didn’t have enough photos and experience with writing when I started this story. I plan on updating these chapters eventually 🙂


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