Dylan has always one to never be able to hide his emotions. Luckily, he didn't have to, since Scarlett was always at his side.
Until Dallas comes along. That boy takes his heart and keeps it hidden away, unable for Dylan to ever find back. And just...
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~A few months earlier
"Scarlett, Goddammit," I curse and run behind her.
Every fucking time, it's not even fun anymore. "When will you ever wait for me?" I sigh when I've finally reached her. She smiles and wraps an arm around my shoulders.
"When will you be on time? Hasn't happened either," she winks. I roll my eyes and look aside. I am greeted with a beautiful pair of blue eyes and blush. I immediately kno who it is.
Dallas Tuffin.
He's the most beautiful guy in this whole school. He's the Quarterback of our school's team, and he's got legs for days. His muscles must be so hard.
I blush again and look away, but not before glancing at his leather jacket. It looks so good on him. Scarlett gives me a knowing look and I know I wasn't listening to her.
"Um, sorry. Repeat that?" I stutter, a bit disoriented and the image of Dallas still printed in my mind. She leans down next to me. God, why is she so tall?
"Dallas looks good today, doesn't he?" she teases. I blush again. "Could we just not do this here, where he can hear us?" I hiss. She laughs, but starts walking.
"He does," I sigh. She grins. "When are we asking him out?" My eyes widen and I shake my head. "Nah uh. Hell no. Ain't doing that. Nope. Nope nope nope. No."
She chuckles. "That's an answer..." I sigh relieved. I'm never going to ask Dallas out. We're just too different. He's popular, freaking hot and a Quarterback. I have one friend, dress like I'm homeless and I do study groups for fun.
"Let's go to the bar, there might be cute boys there," she smiles. I nod. We always go to the bar together, to study or just to rate boys passing by. Either way, it's the most fun I've ever had.
I climb in her car and we drive to the bar. It's a nice place and the people who work here are really friendly. The milkshakes are the best.
We hop in. A few tables are taken, but most of them are empty. We choose one at the window, so we have a clear view of everyone coming in and out, and who's passing.
She smiles and points at a boy outside. "Three. Thinks his hair is cool, while it looks like rats fought in it." I frown, my eyes narrowing in on the boy. "Five. His outfit is nice and I like his freckles. You're absolutely right about the hair, though."
She grins and leans back in her chair. "I'm always right, thank you very much. Your turn to choose." I look around in the bar, searching a guy. I settle on a guy at a table of five, reading a book. "That guy."
She looks over and her eyes widen. "Damn, he's hot," she whispers. I nod, happy with myself. "I give him a six. Seems like the quiet type," I shrug.
She nods, like that's obvious. "Uh, duh! That's what makes him so hot! A ten, on hundred percent!"
I roll my eyes. Why do girls always choose the quite types? I am quiet, but apparently boys don't want quiet guys.
The world is unfair.
Scarlett grins and looks outside again. She gasps and points at a boy. My eyes follow her stare and widen too when I see who it is. Oh no. No no no.
"Not Dallas, idiot!" I hiss. She grins and shrug. "Rate him, come in. It's not like he'll hear it."
Oh boy, she's wrong. Dallas can read my mind from miles away. I'm an open book for that guy.
And guess what he's doing now? "He's coming in!" I flinch. This is not good. Not. Good.
"Better be fast, then," Scarlett cheers. I panic. "Uh. Ten. Fluffy looking hair. Quarterback legs. Delicious lips. Not that I've kissed them, I think he's straight but-" "Babe. Dallas is as gay as you are," she interrupts.
I swallow. "Maybe..." He comes in, looking like he's the king of this place. And as soon as he's in, he is. Every girl drools over him, and maybe some certain guy at a table at the window, and he politely smiles.
Frick, that smile.
His eyes widen in surprise when he sees us and... oh no. No no no. "He's coming this way," I cringe. Scarlett winks at me, but doesn't say anything. I'll thank her later for that.
Right now, I'm trying hard to not panic or faint. Really hard. "Hey guys," Dallas smiles. I almost pass out. Damnit.
"H-hi," I mumble. Scarlett tries to hide her grin and looks outside. Dallas frowns at her, but quickly shakes his head and smiles back at me.
I blush. Freaking hell, why am I blushing? "What are you guys up to? Oh, that guy's hair does not look good," he frowns and nods at the rat-hair guy.
I giggle. "Yeah, it looks like he's ran over by a bus." Dallas chuckles. My eyes widen in myself.
Oh my God. I just made Dallas laugh. Well, chuckle, but it still counts!
