Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Our Session

Request: "Dylan is this big asshole in school and he the biggest ass in school and one day you got detention and had to spend four hours with him. He was the biggest asshole to you out of all the people in school. But it was just you and him, you had to restore the books and Dylan hair sat there doing nothing but when you got to a row that was dark Dylan comes from behind you and wraps is hands around waist and starts kissing down your neck. You give in and after push him away because he was an ass to you and now he was being all touchy and stuff. And you left and the next day at school Dylan was waiting at your locker and flowers..................."

A/N: WARNING, THIS IS THE WORST FUCK ING IMAGINE I'VE EVER WROTE IN MY LIFE TIME SORRY FOR THE PERSON WHO REQUESTED!

"Morning," I said to my bestfriend, Y/B/N, walking towards my locker.

"Hey, whats up," She said walking up behind me.

"The ceiling," I replied, pointing up to the ceiling and grabbing my history textbook.

"Hey, look," Y/B/N said, nudging you to look. I turned my head and saw Dylan, the biggest jerk of the school, staring at me. Before, I could say anything the bell rang.

"Well, I'm off." she said, hugging me.

"Bye, my love," I replied, still rummaging in my locker.

I grabbed a few more books and closed my locker. Before I could turn around, I felt a hot breath on my neck. Immediately I knew who was behind me. There he was, Dylan, standing behind me. I saw him in my side glance (or whatever it is) "What the hell do you want?" I said. Annoyed, I turned around facing him.

"You," He said, a devious smirk growing across his face, pushing me into the locker.

"Funny." I said, squirming in his grip. He pulled in closer, picking up my chin. God damn, those eyes. His eyes grew dark as he leaned closer to my lips. I was hypnotized by his eyes, so I gave up without giving a relentless fight.

"Hey!" The principal, Mr. Dimatties, called out pointing at us. "Shouldn't you two be in class?"

Mr. Dimatties walked towards us. I noticed Dylan's grip loosened, so I quickly nudged out of it. I turned to the Principal, hoping he wouldn't give me a detention. I've always had a clean record and especially didn't want to start now.

"Mr. Dimatties, I'm so sorry. This won't happen again." I pleaded. I hoped not for a detention, just for a warning. But, the worst came at me.

"I'm sorry Miss Y/L/N, I know how much your record means to you. But, both of you get detention." He said, now turning towards Dylan and me. "Now, you both hurry and get to class. Before, you're later than you already are."

He handed us both detention slips and went off. I glared at Dylan, aggressively pushing him out of my way.

"We'll resume this session later." He whispered, walking in the other direction.

I pulled my hair back and headed off to class.

[...]

It was the end of the day and I just got out of Algebra. "Hey," Y/B/F came nudging me as we walked. "Want to go to the mall today?"

"Shit." I said, looking down. Then staring at her. "That asshole, Dylan, got me in trouble and now I have detention.

Y/B/N now stood directly in my direction.

"You, getting detention." She said, almost bursting into laughter. "Funny, you almost got me there. When in the world, were you good at lying."

"Never. Because I'm not lying." I said, whispering still looking down.