Dylan O' Brien Imagines 2 ❤️

Dylan o'Brien -New girl (ns)

It didn't take long for (Y/n) the "new girl" to find out who Dylan O'Brien was. Everybody had told her he was the most popular guy in the whole school, but she hadn't actually saw him.

One day, before getting to class, she noticed some guy was looking at her- no, no, staring at her. When she turned around, she smiled to him and started walking again, but he followed her. When she stopped in front of her locker to take her books, he leaned against some other lockers next to hers and smirked.

"And... you are?" He asked, looking her from het converse to her beautiful eyes.

"I'm (Y/n)."

"The new girl right?"

"Yeah, but you can call me (Y/n)."

"Yeah sure, sorry. I'm Dylan."

"O'Brien? I heard of you... you're pretty loved."

"Yeah I know. Listen, I wanna be honest, I've been thinking about you since the day you arrived and, you know, I'd like to know you a little better." He said rubbing the back of his neck, and (Y/n) noticed his cheeks had become slightly red.

"Are you blushing?" She asked.

"What!? No, of course not, I'm not. I never blush. You should blush." He said, getting more and more embarrassed.

"You wish... I never blush either." She said smirking and closing her locker, walking away.

She could still feel his eyes on her and she turned around, seeing him smiling as he waved at her.

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Some weeks later, she was sitting in the library at night, looking through books to find everything she could about the history of Italy.

"Don't get me wrong, I love Italy, but it's 10:30 and I'd like to go home... why did they invent so many things?" She said scoffing.

She got up and walked to another shelf, putting a book down and taking another one.

"Who could ever tell (Y/n), the new girl, would go into the school at night... knowing it's against the rules..." she heard some one say.

She turned around and saw Dylan standing close in front of her.

"I thought you were a good girl..."

"I never said I was." She said and turned around again, putting the book back on the shelf. "Now get out, I need to study."

"What if I came here to study too?" He asked.

"I doubt it... what do you want Dylan?"

"I told you, I just came here to study... uh, history. We're in the same class after all."

"Oh, so you came here to study the History of the hot Spain?" She asked.

"Yes, precisely!"

"Oh, too bad the test is on the history of Italy..." she said smirking.

"Alright, you win. I saw you coming in here and I followed you."

"You stalked me..." she said smiling.

"No, I casually saw you coming her and I decided to keep you company..." he retorted.

"Mm, okay. Then help me with these..." she said and gave him a pile of books to put on the right shelves. "Put this on the right places and in the right order."

"Fine." He said taking the books. After a couple of minutes he came back, sat next to (Y/n) and just started staring at her.

"Can you stop it? It's distracting." She said.

"What is distracting?" He asked.

"Your eyes, on me."

"It's not my fault you're so beautiful..."

She smiled and looked back at the book on the desk, not paying attention to the words and pictures. He slowly moved closer, his face inches from hers as his nose brushed against hers. She inched forward, closing the space between them as their lips finally connected. His lips were soft, melting perfectly with hers as he put his hand on her cheek. She pulled away and exhaled, her heart beating like crazy.

"Wow." He said.

"I- I think we should get to know each other better... I like this." She said.

"I agree..." he said and kissed her again.