Watch Where You're Going! | Dylan O'Brien fanfiction

3. (Emmily)

Why do I have to use an uber?  

Before I send the text I keep thinking about DOB. Why couldn't he just say Dylan at the end?

Sent to "Asshole"

Because if you take an uber, people can't track you down if you get seen with me. - DOB

Okay. And what's with the DOB? I know who you are you. I gave you a contact name in my phone.

First, its a thing I do with everyone and second what's my name in your phone ;) -DOB
I think of something bad ass to say but I don't have the time nor patience with him.

Oh It's Asshole

Wow interesting word choice.-DOB

I try;)

Anyway I'll meet you there in 20 min. Don't be late - DOB

Just for that I want to be  5 minutes late just to see his reaction.  I'll be an asshole to him cause he was a asshole to me.

After I order my uber I go out side and wait. While I'm waiting I go on my phone and go on twitter. Not much is going on but then I find a tweet from the glorious DOB him self.

@dylanobrien Waiting for someone at the dry cleaners alone is not fun:(

I roll my eyes after I read the tweet. Looking up from my phone I realize that my uber just pulled up. I get in the car and put in my headphones and listen to Trees by Twenty One Pilots.

I look out the window when the song ends and see that I have arrived at the dry cleaners. I pay the driver and say thank you while getting out from the car.

As I enter the drycleaners I see a very upset Dylan and I feel accomplished.

"Where have you been! I have been waiting for ten minutes!"

"Calm down It's only ten minutes I think you can survive"

"That's not the point El!"

"Hey! you call me Liz not Lizzy, Beth or El." I say while clenching my fist.

"Anyway El I will be needing 20$"

Wow I thought it was going to be more than that. I guess not. After I hand him the money I turn around and start to walk away but then someone grabs my hand and forces me back.

I turn around to see Dylan looking at me with a smile. Not a friendly smile but a smirk.

"Have you had supper yet?"

"Um no I had to come here remember."
I say with some attitude to see if he will leave but no.

"Good cause you are coming with me back to my place" he says in a very confident way.

"Thanks but no thanks."

"Please its the least I could do for making you pay for my dry cleaning."

Thinking about now it would be good cause I wouldn't have to make anything for once. Plus getting to know him couldn't be that bad can it?

"Fine I'll come. But I'm only coming so I don't have to make food when I get home."

Once I said yes, he lit up like a kid on Christmas morning that just got a present.

Walking out of the door he leads me to an all black Ferrari.

HOLY SHIT HE DRIVES A FUCKING FERRARI!

I'm litterally screaming in my head as I get in. Even the sent of his car smells expensive.

What is wrong with me I'm not supposed to be impressed by him.

As we start driving away I'm start to second guess my decision about going to his place.

There is something about him that makes me feel nervous but I
don't know what it is.

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