The School's Bad Boy|Dylan O'Brien fanfic|| Book 1

Chapter 24

1 month has passed. Nothing. Brayden is still in a coma just wake up already! I've been going to school but I'm distant from everyone. I haven't talked to Dyl in a week and I haven't really spoken to my mom since she works all the time. I was laying on my bed when there was a knock at the door. I groaned and got up then walked down the stairs. I opened the door to reveal Dylan. "Hey Steph." He said and kissed me.

"Hey..." I said bluntly.

"Can we go out?" He asked.

"I don't know Dyl..."

"Please." He pleaded.

"Ugh fine. Where though?"

"Movies?" He asked.

"Sure." I said and walked upstairs. He followed me and I turned around. "Dyl! I'm gonna change!"

"I know." He said smirking. I playfully punched his chest and walked in my room and closed the door. Dyl waited outside. I changed into a pair of high waisted jeans and a baseball t-shirt with vans. Dyl smiled as I walked out and we got in his car. There was a comfortable silence in the car until Dylan broke it. "Guess who's birthday is next week!"

"Uhhh yours?" I guessed.

"Nope opposite." He said and then I realized.

"Mine." I groaned. He looked at me weird.

"We're gonna do something fun!!" He said happily.

"Nooooo." I whined.

"Steph. Please I just want to help you." He said.

"I know Dyl, it's just I don't want help. I just want Brayden to wake up." I said. He left it at that. I just realized what I said. I told him that I don't want his help. Ugh I screw up everything. It wasn't a comfortable silence this time. It was so uncomfortable that I shifted in my seat. Until he spoke up.

"Did you mean that?" Dyl asked.

"What?"

"Did you mean that you don't want my help." He simply stated.

"Dyl-"

"No. Steph. Save it. I try to do everything to help you be happy but you don't appreciate anything! And it's like you're so ungrateful for anything I do for you!" Dylan said raising his voice. I closed my eyes and held my breath.

"Take. Me. Home." I spoke so quietly that it was barely audible.

"Shit. Sorry I didn't mean to ye-"

"Take me home!" This time I did yell. He jumped a little not expecting me to yell and drove me home. I got out of the car without saying bye and walked in my house. I then walked up the stairs and to my room. I landed face first on my bed and just started crying. He called me ungrateful. That hurts. I love everything he does for me. Everything in my life has just been so stressful. So I did something that I never thought I would do...
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A/n
Holaaaaa sooooooo yeah I left this at a CLIFFHANGER! Sorry... It happens. But anyways... Thanks for reading!!
-Kelly