Stolen First Kiss; a.i

One

Dylan shut her locker. She, as always, went to school the day before to decorate her locker and make the perfect route from all her classes. Which were: First period; english (her favorite), Second period; creative writing class (another favorite), Third period; science, Fourth period; lunch, Fifth period; maths (her LEAST favorite), and Sixth period; free period (in which she can check if she has to do long homework or just go to her cheerleading meet-up.

Dylan had made an alternate route; first her locker, then room A192 towards English, back to locker, go left and up the stairs to the first door on the right to her creative writing class, went back downstairs to the cafeteria to lunch, back to locker, the science lab, locker, math room to the door next to it, than finally back to locker to see if she has long homework. If not, she goes to her cheerleading meet-up at about 2:15, in which all the cheerleaders get free-period 6th period.

She then, went to her car and drove home after memorizing where she'd go every day for 365 days. She sighed while she walked in her house, throwing her jacket on her couch and wiggling her heels off.

Then, after awhile on her phone, she fell into a deep sleep. Dylan's body in the right position, she knew she wouldn't wake up that way. Because when she did finally wake up, her body was sprawled around the bed and he pillow was on he floor. Her stuffed animal was at her feet and the clothes she picked out the day before were at her face. She grunted as she stood up, stretching and making in-human noises.

She grabbed the clothes and groggily made her way to the bathroom, iPhone in hand. Dylan checked the time: 5:00am. She should be fine to take a quick 15-minute shower and get ready. Maybe the shower will wake me up, she thought. But she was totally wrong. Well, not exactly, but she was still tired a tad-bit. Who makes children wake up this early for school?

Stepping out of the shower, she grabbed the towel and dried her body and hair, feeling slightly more refreshed. Dylan clipped on her bra and slipped into her undies before getting into her clothes. Wearing, a slim-black and white striped crop-top and black leggings, also pulling her blonde hair up in a pony-tail. And I might say a perfect one, for a fact.

Dylan applied concealer, foundation, powder, eyeliner and mascara. Grabbing a tooth brush, she applied toothpaste on it and stated scrubbing her teeth.

Also, her favorite red-lipstick which she used for the first day of school in 6th-11th grade. Now, for the last grade; 12th grade. Ready as could ever be, she put her watch and diamond necklace on and quickly examined herself in her wall-mirror before grabbing her bag, which also contained her purse in it.

She had put everything that she needed for school in her locker, including a little bag in there for assessments like gum, more gum, and snacks throughout the day. She also kept a bottle of water in there, which she planned to do every day.

Once in her car, she started it by putting the key in its place and closed her garage door after she backed out. Lucky for her, Dylan grabbed an apple before leaving. Before backing out any more, she sat up a bit to check if she had her phone in her bag or back-pocket, and it was in her back-pocket. She sighed of relief before continuing to back out and entered the road.

Dylan took a second to grab her phone out of her pocket and plug in the aux-cord to listen to music on the way to school. 6:00am, it took about 40 minutes to get there from her house so she was lucky she woke up the right time without setting her alarm, she had forgot to last night.

Without having to put up with any rush, she turned towards Starbucks to get my morning coffee so she'd at least be HALF awake during school. Her words, not mine. She went through the drive-through to get a cotton-candy frappe, afterwards paying for it and going back to the route which had lead to her school.

After awhile of driving, Dylan finally got to the parking lot and put her car in park, taking out the key and throwing it in her bag. She looked at the time on her phone: 7:15am. Classes don't start until 7:45, so she had some time to kill. She got out of her car after locking it, shifting her bag upward on her right arm. She greeted a lot of people who waved and talked to her for a few minutes.

If you didn't know already, I don't know why you wouldn't I already told you this, but Dylan was pretty popular in school. She was cheer-captain and her ex-boyfriend was Michael Clifford, one of the most popular boys in school after he started to date Dylan.

The only thing she didn't like about herself, and so did her fellow people, was her name. Dylan, that was such a boy name. She didn't really appreciate it. Dylan and Michael, that sort of sounded like a gay-couple. Mylan, there ship name, is a name she wasn't very fond of either. People basically had to have ship-names for couples who were dating in school, or two people they assumed were dating. Which, unfortunately, Dylan was one of those people. Along with Michael.

As a couple, they'd joke around about other couples or people that looked as if they were dating and people who were best-friends. But now-a-days, they keep our conversations short. You know, Michael asking for a pencil. Dylan asking for a pencil. Talking about the homework, things like that. Dylan knew it'd be the same this year. That is, until, she saw the same blonde hair-bandana wearing boy walk in with a smirk, towards her direction as she was at her locker.