My Drug

Chapter 2

YOUR POV-
My encounter with Dylan is all I could think about. I had to get it off my mind.
"And then when I turn around, he's still staring!" I almost shout to my best friend, Clara until she shushes me, "Y/N, my parents are asleep. Plus, I'm not even supposed to be up this late... How do you get to be this loud?" I hesitate for a moment. I have never told even my bestest friend about my alcoholic mother. Whenever we had sleep overs it was at her house. I never really planned on telling her. "My mom's a heavy sleeper." I say too quickly. "Mhm," Clara says confused, "anyways, did you hear about Dylan's party coming up soon?" She questions me. "Clara, does that even sound like something I've ever heard in my life?" I say. "I guess you're right. Dylan said for me to tell you that he wants you there." I almost choked on my lemonade tea I was sipping. "Wh- what?" I say. "Yea. And he gave me his number to tell you, since I guess you didn't DM him or he didn't DM you something. I'll message you. Goodnight. Mwah!" Clara says, whispering. "Mwah!" I reply. We've done that 'mwah' thing since we were 8. It's a tradition. I look at my phone, seconds later. A new text. I open and its Clara;
C- Good luck xoxo (enter Dylan's #)
I laugh at her text. I open his link on his number. I can't believe Im doing this.
Y- Hi. Is this Dylan?
D- Yes. And this is?
Y- Y/N
D- Ah... The famous Y/N
Y- huh?
D- ha. So you coming to my party?
Y- Uh...
I hesitated. Should I g0? And I mean why not? Clara will be there.
Y- Uh... Sure why not?
D- cool cool. So do you have a snapchat
Y- matter of fact, I do (enter your snapchat)
D- ;) alright. Let's move this conversation to there.
I open up the app and send him a picture of half my face right at that moment. I looked like trash but whatever.
I instantly got a reply.
Dylan had taken a picture of his lower abs and V line. God damn I thought. The caption read; Whatcha doing baby girl ;)
I was feeling a type of feeling you only hear in movies from the 1800s. Like love.
I replied with a pic of my computer; on tumblr. Wbu? :)
He replied; tired af. Really in the mood for some
I raised an eyebrow to myself. For some? What was that supposed to mean?
I sent a picture of just black screen; for some what?
He sent a picture of a black screen also; for some of you ;)
What a fuckboy!
That's all I could think. I decided maybe I needed some rest. I set my alarm for school, shut my phone off and plugged it in. I closed my laptop and set it aside. I slowly went to sleep...
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Ahhaha anyways 😂. Do you like fuckboy Dylan? Or nice Dylan better? Answer! Love yall 💖