The jock and her nerdy mate

Chapter 5

After telling both my parents about Dylan, both of them we're dying to meet him, but after explaining that he was more of a shy type of guy, i convinced them to give me a week so he can warm up and then they can meet him.

After dinner i went up to my room early, giving the excuse to my parents that i had a ton of AP Gov homework.  I really didn't have any gov homework, or any homework

While upstairs, i decided to give Dylan a call. He picked up the phone after 2 rings. 

"Hey Layla" God he had such a deep sexy voice. I would usually cringe at the use of my full name but my name sounded sexy from him.

" I miss you" I replied after a couple seconds. 

He chuckles into the phone, " But you just saw me today."

"So are you saying that i can't miss you" i playfully replied. I couldn't wait to see him again tomorrow. Hopefully we could spend some time out of school. 

"hey are you doing anything after school tomorrow?" i asked. God i hope he says yes. 

"No, not really. why?" he replies. 

" Well i was hoping we grab coffee after school?" 

"yeah that sounds great, I'll meet you in the senior parking lot after the bell rings." he says.

Thank god he said yes. I look over to my clock and it reads 8 pm. Yeah i have enough time to take a shower. 

I take a long shower, making sure that I scrub each part of my body with my dove body wash. Personally I hate shampoos and body washes that smell like vanilla or cinnamon, like dont get me wrong I love the smell of vanilla and cinnamon but only when I bake. I just hate smelling like food, it almost makes me feel like I have food on my shirt or something. 

I walk out of my shower feeling fresh and clean, apply some lotion to keep my skin soft and luscious, put on a face mask and plop down on my bed.

For some reason although I met my mate, and don't get me wrong I am so thankful to finding him, something still irks me. Not Dylan, but the whole situation. What pack does he belong to? Why did he leave? Is he really this shy?

I have all these questions but no answer, so you know what I do to try to find some, Insta stalking.

I whip my phone out and type in the name "Dylan Thompson", and he doesn't show up.  With a frustrated sigh I try looking him up on twitter, snapchat, facebook, and even myspace. Yes, I know. I being thorough. And with all these apps, I still can't find him. Which is kinda of sus if you ask me, we live in a generation where even my father has a facebook, but this teenage boy doesn't. With a tired groan, I put my phone on charge and I get under the covers. Yeah I'm excited to see Dylan tomorrow but this feeling wont leave from the pit of my stomach. 

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Authors note

I. AM. SO. SO. SO SORRY FOR UPDATING AFTER SO LONG. Just so much has happened and I had some major writers block. I know this chapter is short but I shall update another chapter in the next couple of days BUT I do have an outline of the plot and lemme justtt tell you, shits about to get steamy and snazzy so STAYY TUNED 

- 1loveyou12