Matched (joshler) (COMPLETED)

Good Thing

Dylan sighs as she leaves the tutoring room. Walking past the main office, she glances inside and slowly comes to a halt. Her eyes widen as she sees an unfamiliar face. He has black hair in a Mohawk style, and a pierced lip. He's wearing a short sleeve band t-shirt with a black denim vest, ripped black denim jeans, All-Star Converse and  rings on his fingers, his nails painted black. He looked like a typical punk kid and Dylan is excited.

Mr. McKinnon notices her and invites her in after letting the boy and, what Dylan assumes are his parents, to the back office. Dylan walks in with a smile, "Who is that?"

"New student. He starts tomorrow. What are you still doing here?"

"Tutoring," Dylan replies. "What's his name?"

"Mercury. He's a junior. Maybe you guys can be friends," Mr. McKinnon suggests.

Dylan smiles, "Maybe. Later, Mr. M."

"See you tomorrow, Dylan."

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The following day, Dylan arrives to school a little late. She rushes to her locker and freezes, seeing the guy from yesterday already there. He is standing at the locker two down from hers, attempting to open it. He sighs as Dylan opens her locker and begins getting her books for class.

Shutting it, she notices the teen still has yet to get his locker open, "Would you like some help?"

The boy looks at her and smiles, making butterflies erupt in Dylan's stomach. "If you wouldn't mind?"

Dylan smiles back, "Of course."

The boy hands her the slip of paper with the locker code on it and she is able to open it on the first try. The boy tsks, "I warmed it up for you."

Dylan giggles, "Of course you did, big guy. I'm Dylan."

"Mercury," he replies, fist bumping Dylan's hand.

"Like the planet?"

"Freddie Mercury, actually," Mercury chuckles. "My parents are big Queen fans."

"Rad," Dylan grins. "What classes do you have?"

"Umm," he hums and pulls his class schedule out of his back pocket. "First hour is...Mr. Damian?"

"Oh, I have him too. I can show you where it's at?"

"Sure," Mercury smirks.

The boy grabs his books and shuts his locker, taking the paper with the code back from Dylan. The two walk into the classroom and find two empty seats in the back. There is already a few students in chairs, waiting for class to begin.

"So where are you from?" Dylan asks, leaning back in her chair.

"Michigan."

"Boooo," Dylan says, making the boy laugh.

"Yeah, I wasn't too thrilled when my parents told me we were moving to Ohio," he grins.

"But now you're happy, cause you met me?" Dylan teases, lightly pushing the boy's shoulder.

"Of course!" Mercury laughs.

Dylan bites her lip to keep from smiling too hard at the man's laugh. She reads Mercury's shirt from what she could see in the opening part of his vest, "Who's on your shirt?"

Mercury pulls his vest open so Dylan could get a better look, "Beartooth."

"Is that a band?"

"Yep. They're actually from Columbus."

"Hell yeah. What do they play?"

"Hard rock slash post hardcore-punk. You should check 'em out, I'll write you a song list."