July 12th

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chapter dedicated to anonymouscupidhater for leaving so many comments on my last chapter and supporting my book. ilysm

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| Chapter Three - Eggy The Eggplant |

The sound of the door to the apartment creaking open woke Dawson. She was having trouble sleeping due to the throbbing pain in her ankle, which Lyssa, whose mother was a paramedic, had said was mildly sprained.

Scared, she grabbed her rolled up Exo poster and tip toed into the hall that lead to the main area of the apartment. The kitchen light was on. That was weird. It couldn't be Lyssa, because Raj and her drove up to Montreal. She tightened her grip on her poster and turned the corner. The figure had it's back to her. She crept towards it, praying that the floor wouldn't creak.

And then she began frantically hitting whoever it was with her poster.

"What the hell?"

The figure turned, revealing Dylan's face.

She dropped her attack weapon. "What re you doing in MY apartment?!" She asked, beyond pissed.

"I was knocking on your door but then I realized it was open. So, I let myself in. Also, did you hit me with a poster?"

"Ever heard of these great things called 'Personal Space' and 'Privacy'? And yes, I hit you with my Exo poster." She said, placing her poster on the counter. She glanced at the microwave's clock. 7:40 AM.

Okay, so he wasn't breaking into her apartment at inhuman hours. She'd have to give him some credit.

"I can picture the headlines now. Death by Exo." He said, laughing.

"Shut the fuck up."

"PROFANITY!" He yelled, laughing still.

"Who gives a shit about profanity! You broke into my apartment!"

"Again, I didn't break-in, I let myself in without your knowledge."

"Right. 'Cause that's so much better."

"It is, isn't it?"

She resisted the strong urge to smack him. Again.

"So, why are you in my apartment?"

"The dinner is on Friday. And I know nothing about you."

"Okay, what do you want me to?"

"Are you always so hostile?"

"Yes, especially to people who break into my apartment."

"I didn't break in."

"That's besides the point. What do you want?"

"Jesus, okay. We need to build up the knowledge that you'd gather over a two-month-long relationship in one day."

"You could've just said 'get to know you' rather than treating this like a science experiment." She grumbled. He got on her nerves.

He sighed. Loudly, too. "I'll sit on the couch; you should get dressed." He said addressing the fact that she was still in her Hello Kitty PJs (a gift from her aunt Gertrude. Yes, she has an aunt Gertrude.)

"Don't steal my food." She said, walking away. Although, she didn't really have any food. There was a singular eggplant in the fridge but, let's be honest, no one likes eggplants. Sorry, Eggy the Eggplant. The reason behind her lack of food was that she was too scared to leave the apartment. Lyssa had left and she didn't want to face the city by herself.