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(Dylan's Pov ) 

'Mom I'm gone.. remember I told you about ...the poetry slam tonight at school ?' She says 'yeah.. wish i could make it..' I say 'its okay.. i'll probably just watch tonight ..' She says ' okay .. I need to start on this presentation for work..' I smile ' okay.. I can take your range right?' She laughs ' only tonight..' I get in my... moms range rover and drive to the school.. I decided to put on some jeans, a crop tank top ,a bomber jacket and my vans.. I grab my keys and my phone.. I head inside and everybody turns to look at me.. The cheerleaders stare at me and one says  ' who invited you..' Her crew laughs  I sigh ' its a school wide event open to the whole school sort of like your legs.. ' She looks at me a few guys laugh I  go sit down in the front..

My favorite teacher Mr.Caleb walks over 'hey they giving you a hard time?' I say ' nothing i can't handle myself.. Mr Caleb is tall ,dark skin ,with a beard he's skinny but muscular.. He's kind of been my only friend since i've been at this school.. Its predominately white.. All of the black kids stick together here.. but me .. I'm not into the stereotypes .. so I just stayed solo ...He became somebody i could talk to.. like a confidant. He sits down ' you reading some poetry tonight?' I laugh ' not tonight.. maybe next time..' He smiles ' your poetry is great though..' I say ' ... i don't know.. i don't wanna hear the  judgement.. it becomes to much..' He says ' girl you better get up there and show them your just as good as they are..' I laugh ' is it gonna be a drummer behind them?' He laughs ' yeah you need ti get up there and show them some of your rhythm.. ' I laugh 'I'm done with you...'

The auditorium gets crowded slowly.. We chill around.. Mr Caleb is in his twenties .. I'm a senior 17 years old.. you would think we've know each other forever the way we joke around.. The show starts ...I watch and just try to enjoy myself.. Mr Caleb gets up and says ' ill be right back..' I chill around and he comes back.. I hear 'Next we have ..Dylan Malik..  ' I look at him and playfully push him ' you didn't ..' He smirks.. I laugh and get up and walk on the stage mr caleb claps along with some more people I talk to the drummer.. I smile ' hey you guys I'm Dylan Malik and  i will be reciting a poem i wrote titled Enamor..'

(Tyler's Pov)

I glance at the stage and see her.. man.. that body.. those curves .. her cute belly .. She smiles as she recites her poem.. Her big full lips.. those curves the way her body moves to the drummers beat.. She says ' but you don't understand.. its more than a feeling. ' I stare at her.. Gerald looks at me ' you good?'I say ' yeah..' He says ' why you looking at that lame ..' I don't reply. Jasper says ' Tyler ..' I say ' what fag..' He says ' i dare you to ask her out..' I laugh ' whats in it for me..?' He says ' for one she'd probably let you hit.. but ill give you a hundred dollars some smoke...'  I look at him ' deal..' He chuckles ' ah shit work your magic..' Everybody laughed.. Chris says ' i wouldn't do that dumb shit if i was you..'Jasper says ' fuck off..' 

Chris says ' you don't fuck with peoples feelings like that..' I probably should listen but i need something to do.. ' I get up and walk over to the side of the stage.. Its dimly lit.. She walks off I grip her wrist..She turns and glances at me.. I look at her eyes.. She says 'hey..' I say ' hey.. that was great..' She smiles ' thanks..' I walk her over to the side and we talk.. I say ..' what you doing Tomorrow night?'  She says ' After school nothing much.. dance practice until about 6' I say ' wanna go out?' She says ' really?' I say ' yeah we could go to the grove about 7' She smiles ' yeah.. sure.. my curfew is 9..'I say ' okay..could i get your number?'She says ' sure..' We trade numbers..She smiles ' see you friday..' I say ' yeah..' She walks  off i watch her walk off..damn.. I walk back to my seat the guys shake my hand.. I say ' friday night..'

(Dylan's Pov)

I get in my moms car and drive home.. I didn't win ... of course not.. one of the cheerleaders won.. she was reading from her phone.. I should've figured I go in my moms sleeping.. I go up to my room and shower I put on a t shirt..I notice I have a notification.. I look at me phone and its Tyler..It says 'hey dylan you never gave me your address..' I text him my address and say 'the grove's right down the street so we could just walk.. ' He replies ' okay get some sleep beautiful..'