Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Enemy

It was a regular English class for you, you sat beside your best friend and some random kid who you weren't friends with. For some reason in this class there were many cliques. There were the hockey kids, the snobs, the nerdy gamers and the worst one of all, the fuckboys. These fuckboys were so egotistical and rude. You had four of them in your class. Dylan O'Brien was more or less the leader of the group. You yourself was in a clique but the girls you hung out with were super nice to everyone. Dylan and you had a lowkey hatred for each other. He thought you were a mega biotch and you thought he was a hardcore dick. This wasn't the only class you guys had together, you guys also shared gym. During gym you both would "accidentally" hit each other with the ball and bump in to each other. So many people thought that you guys flirted, but really you both just hated each other.

"Y/n." Your best friend whispered to you. You were to busy staring at Dylan's sexy face(even though you hated him you still thought he was hot). "Dylan's staring at you with a smirk."

You got out of your day dream and looked at him, indeed he was giving you a cocky smirk. You gave him a dirty look and turned back to your friend.

"Okay class get your stuff out were starting a new group project." The teacher announced.

Everyone got their pencils and took out pieces of loose leaf. "This project is going to be about William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Nights Dream. We will be focusing on the different aspects of love. I will assign two people to a theme of love. Britney and Jacob you got love is amazing..."

He kept reading names off the list and so far most of the people you didn't want to work with was paired off. It was getting down to the last few people and your name still wasn't called.

"Y/n and Dylan your topic is love is worth fighting for." Your teacher said with a small smile on his face, it got wide once he looked up from his paper and saw both of your faces. You were so mad, how could this of happened. After your teacher was done calling all the names he told the class to sit with their partners. Nether of you or Dylan moved.

"Come sit here." Dylan said with agitation.

You shook your head, "nah, come sit with me."

You both had a stare off, Dylan blinked first so he walked over and sat down on the chair beside you. You guys looked at the outline of this project together and realized that this was going to take a lot of work and time. Time after school.

"So, my house after school?" Dylan asked.

"Fine, lets just spend the rest of the class looking up quotes."

You and Dylan managed to make it though the class without getting on each other's nerves too much. You both agreed to meet at his house at 4:30. Even though he thought of you going to Dylan's house made you feel sick, you weren't going to fail this project.

It was 4:30 and you found the address that Dylan had given you in class. You changed out of your school uniform and put on a cute pair of tights that made your butt look cute and a Pink sweater. You knocked on the door nervously, hoping your hair looked okay. Why I am so nervous? You thought.

Dylan opened the door too and was wearing grey joggers and a hoodie.

"Hey." He said, as you stepped into his house. It smelt like fresh laundry and was cleaner then you thought. "Are you hungry or anything? I have chips."

"I'm okay." You said very politely. "Let's just get this project over with so I can go home." You said a bit meaner. You swear you saw hurt flash through Dylan's eyes, but you didn't address it.

"Let's get started." He nodded in agreement.

You were working on the project for almost more then a hour, going over the points about how love is worth fighting for.

"Love is stupid." Dylan sighed.

"No it's not, love is great. Did you not read how in love Hermia and Lysander were?"

"Did you not read how in love Helena was with Demetrius and he couldn't care less?"

"So, what does this have to do with your love life?"

"The story does have a little bit to do with it. I mean, I've been going after this girl for who knows how long and she ether has no clue or she doesn't care."

This conversation had gotten very deep. "I'm sorry Dylan, you should show her a sign. Make sure she knows you love her."

You felt a pang of jealously. After spending a few hours with Dylan you realized that he's not so bad, he's funny and actually nice. Anything you had actually started to feel for Dylan had gone away knowing that you would never be together

"That's a good idea!" Dylan said. But then he started moving closer, and closer to you. Until he pressed his lips against yours. It took you a few seconds to respond as you were in so much shock. You felt electric as you kissed Dylan. You and Dylan made out with each other for what felt like forever. You pulled away to see his reasoning for kissing you.

"What was that for? What about that girl you liked?"

"You are the girl. I have liked you for so long and I wasn't sure what to do and I thought you hated me, so I just pretended to hate you back."

"I'm sorry Dylan, I thought you didn't like me." You leaned in and kissed him again.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes, I do." You said eagerly. "How am I going to explain this to my friends?"

"Just tell them... it just happened."

You and Dylan spent the rest of the time kissing and working on the
project. Let's just say it was the best project you ever got assigned.

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Should I make a part two?