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"Scarletttttttt! Helloooooo?" Dylan waved his hand in my face, jolting me awake from my peaceful nap during Mr. Lance's boring lecture. I swatted his hand away and sent him a glare.

"Fück off," I mumbled, causing Dylan to chuckle. I glared at him again, not really in the mood to deal with his annoying antics today.

Last night I had found my dad curled up on the kitchen floor with my mom's apron in his hands, crying his eyes out. It had been the first time I had seen him really break down since she died a month ago and it really hit me hard. So obviously today I was not in a good mood.

Dylan groaned but got the hint I didn't want to be bothered today, and turned his attention back to the riveting calc lesson.

Not.

I resumed my nap and before I knew it, the sound of zippers and chairs being pushed in woke me up.

"Time to go, sleeping beauty," Dylan whispered in my ear, his breath hot on my skin. I slowly opened my eyes, finding Dylan's face incredibly close to mine.

"Please remove your face from this area immediately unless you want me to punch it," I said calmly. Dylan let out a low whistle but backed away. I glanced up at him before slinging my back pack over my shoulder and exiting the classroom.

"So, Scarlett," Dylan said.

"Yes?"

"Since today is Friday, would you like to skip the rest of your classes and get lunch with me?" He asked, looking up at me from under his thick lashes. Part of me wanted to say yes because school was the last place I wanted to be. But my rational side told me I'd probably get caught.

"I don't know," I said hesitantly. Dylan pouted his lips and made his eyes wider, making him look incredibly adorable.

No, he doesn't look adorable, he looks like a pile of horse shít.

I could not catch feelings for this kid. But could going to lunch with him really hurt? It could get me a free meal and an excuse to get away from the majority of the teenage population.

I found myself telling him yes and then being led out to an old ford pick up truck. What had I just gotten myself into?

"Glad you came to your senses," Dylan joked. I rolled my eyes while buckling my seat belt.

"Just remember, this is a one time thing. I'm not going to be your permanent lunch buddy, okay?" I said seriously. Dylan put both his hands up in mock defeat and I found myself smiling at him.

"Okay, okay, fine. Where do you want to go to lunch?"

Halfway through our meal, I realized that I was genuinely having a good time with Dylan, and that shocked me. Ever since my mother died, the sadness had kind of overwhelmed me, making me become a snappy, anti-social butterfly.

But with Dylan, it was different. He made me laugh and actually got my sarcastic sense of humor. I secretly hoped that he would ask to hang out again, and I knew if he did I wouldn't hesitate to say yes.

"Are you going to eat the rest of your fries?" Dylan asked, eyeing my plate. I laughed and pushed the remainder towards him. He immediately shoved 5 in his mouth and then downed them with a gulp of coke.

"Dyl, that was disgusting," I said wrinkling my nose. He swallowed and then beamed at me, as if he were proud.

"I like it when you call me Dyl," He said and winked at me. I did the natural thing and blushed, probably turning as red as the seat cushion I was sitting on. I cleared my throat and tried to go back to my normal self.

"Well then, I'll make sure never to call you that again," I teased.

"Every party has a pooper, that's why I invited you," Dylan sneered, leaning forward in the booth. I leaned back and laughed.

"You remind me of a 5th grade boy," I told him. Dylan rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"Geez, Scarlett, please find more ways to put my self esteem down," He joked.

"I'll work on it," I replied. But I know he would still have an incredibly high self esteem, with or with out my demeaning jokes that were normally aimed at him. Dylan was quite an attractive guy, despite what I had originally said about him being boringly average. Sure, he had brown hair and brown eyes, but he wasn't good looking because of his hair or eyes. He seemed to have a permanent smirk on his pink lips that gave him a cocky, I-think-I'm-the-shít look, but he pulled it off. His arrogance is what made me attracted to him, even if I didn't want to admit it.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and I pulled it out, my dad's name flashing across the screen. I accepted the call and put my phone up to my ear.

"Hey, Dad, what's up?" I asked hesitantly. I knew by now the school had probably notified him that I missed half the day.

"You need to be home in 15 minutes," his voice replied. It sounded dull, and empty and I recognized it all too well.

"Okay, I'll be there. I just hung out with a friend after school. Do you want me to make dinner?" I said.

"Yeah, whatever. Pizza is fine as well," Dad told me. I nodded and then remembered I was on the phone, so I said a quiet okay, bid him goodbye and hung up.

"Your dad?" Dylan asked.

"Yeah, I've gotta go. I didn't realize it was so late." I glanced down at my phone, which read 4:45. How had I spent 4 hours with Dylan?

"Do you need a ride home?" He asked me. I pursed my lips. I didn't want to intrude and say that I did need a ride, but I also didn't want to have to walk home from here.

"Um... Yeah, if it's not too much trouble," I said quietly. Dylan chuckled and stood up.

"It's no big deal, just tell me where you need to go and I'll take you there," Dylan winked at me. I rolled my eyes and followed him out to his truck that I was incredibly envious of. I mean, what 18 year old boy had an antique truck? He had to be loaded. Maybe I should get with him...?

Dylan and I chatted comfortably during the ride to my house, making the 10 minute drive seem like 3 minutes and we pulled up to my house far too soon. I quickly hopped out of the car to prevent anything from happening in the cab of his truck.

"Thank you," I told him and smiled before racing up my front steps and into my house. I slammed the door shut and leaned against the cool wood, taking a deep breath.

I could not fall for Dylan.

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Well, shít, Scarlett, I hate to break it to you but this story is about you falling for dylan!!!

Anywho, a picture of scarlett is attached to the side.

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