Dear Dylan

iii. gummy bears & bibles

A/N: to clear things up:
• The story is written in Jane's POV unless stated otherwise
• They are currently seniors (17)
• Dylan is a new student but he has already lived in California before transferring to Newton High (name of the school)
• Both of them speak fluent french
• Jane and Spencer have known each other for two years! that explains the sudden shift in terms of drama

*splash*

*splash*

*splash*

I coughed loudly as the water entered my throat. I was too lazy to open my eyes, so I cuddled my pillow tighter and tried to sleep.

*slap*

*slap*

*slap*

"Hey, who was tha-" I stopped midway when I found out that it was my uncle all along. I groaned, definitely not in the mood for this.

"Wake up, kiddo. It's 7am. School starts at 7:30am but the bus arrives at 7:15am." He sighs.

"I don't even know what to do with you anymore." He added jokingly before leaving the room.

Why am I even his niece?

I hesitantly got up, fixed my bed, and immediately went to the bathroom.

I brushed my teeth and splashed some water on my face. I looked like a zombie with my bloodshot eyes and messy hair.

I probably looked like one everyday so I didn't mind at all.

I got out of the bathroom and put some decent clothes on. A grey hoodie, black sweatpants, and black sneakers. I put my hair in a very messy bun.

To say that I knew nothing about fashion was the understatement of the year.

"Jane, hurry up! The bus will be arriving in a minute or two." Gary, my uncle, screamed from downstairs.

"Coming!" I screamed back while brushing my hair. Once the tangles weren't noticeable, I ran down the stairs.

"Good, you're here. The bus is outside. Thanks to your laziness for ruining my 5-hour sleep, by the way." he said sarcastically.

"Stop being a drama queen, Gary." I rolled my eyes at his silliness.

"Here are the keys by the way. I won't be home until 1am." He said casually while handing me the keys.

"Bye!" I bid him while giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "Don't miss me too much." I winked at him.

"Not even bothering to." He mumbled.

That's what I like about my uncle. He treats me like I'm his younger sister since he knows how much I despised it when my parents treated me like a 5 year old baby.

I ran to the bus as fast as I could and the doors opened in time. I was about to get in when I bumped into someone.

"Ouch." I winced in pain while rubbing my shoulder.

"Oops, sorry. Didn't see you there." He shyly smiled. I couldn't tell if it was sarcasm or utter stupidity.

"Sure." I said sarcastically and went inside the bus with him following me from behind.

Unfortunately, only two chairs were left unoccupied. And they were at the back portion of the bus.

I stared at Dylan and he was grinning devilishly, probably knowing that it was his chance to annoy me some more.