Collide (Dylan O'Brien) | ✓

[20] Cigarettes and exes

Dylan and I walked hand in hand out of the courtroom, followed by his parents, his sister, lawyer, Tyler and Jess. I could hear cheers, people laughing. Victory was ours. As soon as we walked out of that door our whole group stopped walking, congratulating Dylan once more. Happiness filled my heart and I held Dylan's hand tightly in mine. His mother hugged me. She thanked me for  - what she liked to call - saving her son. I smiled at her. Everyone would've done that for him. 

"Son." Dylan's father suddenly said, placing a hand on Dylan's shoulder. "We're heading home. Do you wanna come with us?"

"I'm just gonna stay with my friends if you don't mind." Mister O'Brien nodded his head and he and his wife and daughter turned around and walked away. The moment they left my eyes landed on someone sitting on the wooden bench against the wall. Louis. He was dressed in a suit, for whatever reason, and he smiled at me when our eyes locked.

"Dylan I'm gonna go to Louis." I said. My boyfriend turned around, smiling at me.

"Okay love, we'll be outside." He replied. I nodded my head.

"I'll meet you there in a sec." Dylan turned around, followed by Jess and Tyler. Seconds later Louis was at my side. He greeted me and kissed me on my cheek. I saw how his eyes followed Dylan. I just wanted some alone time with my brother. That's why I had told Dylan I was going to Louis instead of bringing Louis to him.

"So what's the verdict?" My brother asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"What do you think?" I replied.

"Based on that idiotic smile on your face I guess you won." We started walking again so Louis and I could meet up with Dylan, Tyler and Jess. We walked slowly, so we had enough time to catch up a little. We had a lot to talk about. I hadn't spoken my brother in a long time.

"Won is a big word." I said laughing. "Dylan still has to pay a two thousand dollar fine but at least that asshole is behind bars." Louis chuckled at my words. Maybe that was a bit sadistic but Brad deserved it. We stayed quiet for a while until I was finally able to force the words out of my mouth. "Thank you." Louis turned his head to look at me.

"For what?"

"Not killing him."

"Dylan or Brad?" He laughed and I laughed with him.

"Both." I replied. "Having one person I care about almost in jail is more than enough."

"Believe me Charls." Louis started. "I have thought about grabbing dads old shotgun so I could just finish the bastard but I know he wouldn't have approved of that, dad I mean." I nodded my head. Memories about my father made their way back into my mind and I felt that old pain again. I had never told Dylan anything about him and he had never asked. Louis suddenly came to a halt, placed his hands on the big wooden door and pushed it open. We walked outside. "I have to go." Louis said. "I promised Sam I'd go to see his game." I nodded my head. Sam is Louis' best friend and a great baseball player. We hugged, said our goodbyes and then he disappeared. I turned around, searching for Dylan and when my eyes found him... Well I was shocked by what I saw. He was leaning against the side of the building, Tyler next to him but that was - obviously - not what shocked me. What did make me almost want to throw up was the smoldering cigarette between his fingers. Hell no. He was not smoking. He couldn't be smoking. I strode towards him, my hands balled into fists as I tried to make the nauseous feeling go away.

"What are you doing?" I asked. I was standing right in front of him. The dirty smoke hitting me in the face.

"Waiting for you." He casually replied. "Oh and Jess told me to tell you that she left. Something that had to do with a certain Thomas."

"That's not what I meant." I snapped at him. "What are you doing with that cigarette."

"Smoking. Obviously." He looked at me, clearly not understanding why I was so pissed off.

"Since when do you smoke?!" I yelled, throwing my hands in the air. I hated cigarettes and I hated people who smoked them. Why was he smoking? My Dylan didn't smoke. He was a nice, sweet and innocent guy and cigarettes surely did not fit in the image I had of him.

"Dunno." Dylan said with a shrug. "Since I was eighteen I think." He brough the cigarette back to his mouth and put it between his lips. I saw his chest rising when he inhaled and that's when I snapped. I plucked the thing out of his mouth, threw it on the ground and crushed it with my shoe. "What the fuck Charlotte?" He gasped. "Why the hell did you do that?"

"Don't you ever do that again." I yelled. Dylan didn't understand and he'd never understand. The reason why I hated cigarettes so badly was not so much because it was bad for your health but because one of those things took something away from me that I could never get back.

"I don't get why you're getting so worked up about this. It's one smoke. Just some stress release. Jesus, I just spent three days in jail and I can't smoke one cigarette?" I wanted to reply to that. Tell him how stupid he was but I was cut off by Tyler.

"Uh guys..." Tyler's voice made both of us turn around and if I'd thought this whole situation couldn't get worse, there was the universe proving me wrong again. A few feet ahead of us stood Britt. Britt Robertson. It was like Satan himself was messing with my live and he clearly enjoyed it. She looked a bit nervous but that quickly disappeared when her eyes locked with Dylan's. She basically jumped into his arms.

"Oh my God Dylan! I'm so glad to see you. I heard about the complaint and everything and I was just so worried and..." Britt rambled on, her arms still wrapped around Dylan's neck. I felt the urge to rip her body off of his and punch her in the face but that probably wouldn't be such a good idea, seeing as we were standing in front of a courthouse. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Dylan gently pushed her away.

"I'm fine Britt. I won so I'm a free man again." He gave her a warming smile. I was just standing there - behind Britt because she had jumped right in front of me -  and it looked like they didn't even notice me. So I put it to the test. I carefully took little steps back but Dylan didn't even look at me. He was too focused on Britt. Tyler on the other hand did notice my movements and he gave me an not-understanding look. I put my index finger to my lips, signing him to shut up. I took a few more steps backwards and when I saw Dylan wasn't going to notice me I turned around and walked away. If he wanted to talk to his ex and smoke cigarettes, fine, but I was not going to stand there and watch him do it.

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A/N: okay guys so this is just a filler so my next chapter will make sense!
Oh and if you hate the fact that I made Dylan a smoker, believe me I kind of hate it too but when I saw that picture of him (I'd no idea he actually did smoke on a regular basis until I looked it up), I just kinda had to put it into this story.
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