Dylan's P.O.V:
Before I walked into the room, I put on my best poker face and took a deep breath. I quickly rushed into the room and pulled (Y/N) into a hug."
"I'm so sorry."
"Wait, what are you talking about?" She replied, concern filling her voice.
"Oh, I didn't tell you yet. You won't believe what Thomas said back!"
"WHAT?" She questioned, searching my eyes for answers.
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"Dylan, what happened." She replied sternly. So I began.
"Well, after I delivered your kind message to Thomas, he replied with..."
Worry struck her face and her eyes glossed. It would be easy to convince her.
"He said you're a dumb shank who needs to LOSE WEIGHT. He said he'd never want to talk someone as RUDE and UNGRATEFUL as you.
He also said you should DIE."
She collapsed into my arms and began sobbing. I tried to comfort her the best I could, but it was hard to keep from smiling. My plan worked, and now she's mine.
Your P.O.V:
After he told me what Thomas had said, I broke into a long, loud sob.
Why would he say that? Does he hate me that much?
Dylan was all I had left, and let's be honest, he's all I want.
*TO BE CONTINUED*
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