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"You will not fücking believe what happened to me today in calculus," I exclaimed, throwing open the door of my twin brother's truck and hopping in.

"Mr. Lance brought in a red giraffe? Someone had a seizure? You had a seizure?" Logan asked, jumping up and down in his seat in fake excitement.

"Nope, no seizures, and sadly no red giraffes. What did happen, was I talked to Scarlett," I said, a grin breaking out on my lips.

"Scarlett? As in Scarlett Johansson or Scarlett, the girl you've liked since 7th grade?" Logan started the car and began slowly making his way out of the packed student lot.

"Scarlett who I've liked since 7th grade. And guess what? She was a total bítch to me!" I yelled happily, completely overjoyed at the fact that Scarlett had actually talked to me for once.

"Wait, why is her being a bítch a good thing?" Logan wondered, raising an eyebrow.

"Because that's why I like her. Shes bítchy and sarcastic and I love it," I grinned and leaned back in my seat, suddenly overcome with an incredible feeling of bliss.

"You're turning into a lovesick girl, Dyl. It makes me want to puke," Logan said, pretending to gag. I laughed and then punched him not so softly in the arm, which he quickly returning with a harder hit.

"Keep your eyes on the fücking road," I muttered, rubbing my sore arm. Logan chuckled but did as I said and soon enough we pulled into our driveway.

I raced inside and quickly raided the fridge, grabbing a few slices of left over pizza and a Gatorade before retreating to my room in the basement.

I had to admit, having a basement room was bad asś. Literally no one could hear me, so I could play my music as loud as I wanted and my mom hated it down here so she never came down to tell me to clean it. It was my own little heaven.

I put my pizza and drink on my small coffee table and plopped down on the couch before reaching for the remote and turning the TV on. As I skimmed the channels, my mind slowly drifted back to Scarlett.

Scarlett. Hm. Where do I begin?

Well, we first met in 6th grade, when the kid who was my best friend then thought it would be funny to dump clear glue all over poor Scarlett's chair.

At the time, it had been hilarious, seeing little Scarlett getting all red and pissy and yelling at us to "unglue" her. I later realized it wasn't funny at all when both me and my friend got referrals (even though I didn't even do anything other than watch him, which apparently made me just as guilty. The education system is fücked up). After that, Scarlett basically ignored me until 7th grade, when she asked to borrow a pencil and my little 12 year old heart fluttered at the sight of her dark green eyes and pitch black hair. I've basically been whipped ever since.

But now that Scarlett was forced to be in my company for an hour every day, I was determined to squeeze my way into her life, no matter what it took. I would even glue her to a chair again if I had to.

Actually probably not. She'd kill me.

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Okay, so now you get a little Scarlett/Dylan background:)
Please tell me if you guys like it to far, cos if you don't im going to stop writing it.
Maybe.
Pls comment okay? It would mean a lot:)