"Alright guys stop it, you guys are going to have to get along because you will be working with each other a lot from now on." Jeff said like a disappointed dad.
"Or we don't." Me and the guy who places 'stiles' say in unison. still, staring at each other.
Actually i don't even know his name? i squint my eyes and stare deeper into those chocolate eyes.
"What's your name? Probably something stupid i bet." I ask him.
"It's not stupid." He scoffs.
"Then you won't have to be a pussy about it and tell me." I say quite rudely.
"I'm not a pussy.."
"Then tell me."
"How about you tell me your name first?" Like that's gonna happen.
"I asked first, I'll tell you after." I reply.
"Stubborn." He mutters but i still hear him, and before i can say anything he speaks again. "Dylan O'Brien."
"Called it, fucking stupid name, should be dick, matches your personality." I fire at him.
"HEY! that's my brother your talking about!" Posey says to me.
"Your related?" I ask.
"No, not technically. Brothers from and other mother." Dylan says.
"So same father." I ask.
"God could you be anymore stupid." Dylan fires at me.
"Hey, fuck you! You just said brothers so I'm only assuming. Take a chill pill bro."
"Don't call me bro."
"Why not? You can't handle it?" I pout.
"Shut up."
"Make me, Dylan"
Dylan raises an eyebrow and smirks. I scrunch my face up knowing what he is thinking. Bastard.
"Alright we'll what's your name." He asks. I think for a moment before speaking, debating on weather i should tell him or not.
"Brooke Moore. Happy?"
"Very." He walks over to the couch and sits down. While walking past me he whispers something.
"Stupid name." He mutters under his breath. Really? I watch as he sits down on the couch next to Posey and Hoechlin. He just grins at me.
"I'll be right back." I excuse myself as i walk out of the room, he just watched me walk away. I walk over to the bathroom i surprisingly found. And i pull out my phone making a phone call.
"Please pick up, please pick up... YES!" I talk to myself.
"Hey, you okay? Why the sudden call?" I hear the voice through the other side.
"What, i can't call my best friend?" I ask like im the dumbest person in the world.
"Don't play with me Brooke. Seriously, you're supposed to be catching up with your new cast mates right now."
"I know i know, that's what i came to talk about."
"What is it?"
"Okay so you know that guy i told you about. The one where he took me his home, blah blah blah."
"Oh yeah, what about him?"
"Well what if i told you his name is Dylan O'Brien." It sounded like she choked on air, or something. Which definitely told me she knows him.
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𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄 | Dylan O'brien
Romance❝You don't want to be here and neither do i, so you're going to follow me to my car and come home with me until we figure out what to do with your friends. oh and please act as if you like me even the slightest bit? i can't have two women hating me...
