WHAT?? WE LIKE THE SAME GUY?? (LAUREN AND DANI CIMORELLI FANFIC)

Ch.1 The Guy Who Came Back

"Oh my God, Lauren. The new hot guy is standing behind you and he's TOTALLY checking you out," said Dani.

"Is he?? Wait, where is he??"

"He's standing right next to Ava's locker. DON'T stare."

"Okay, I won't," I said, fidgeting in my place.

"But Dani, I haven't even seen this guy. Like, what if he's not hot."

"But I have seen him, Lauren. And God, he is SO hot!!"

I turned around to come face-to-face with.......who was he?? He had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and pale skin. He was wearing a black shirt and pair of black pants. He was HOT. And he was staring right at me.

"Hey," I said.

"Hello there," he replied.

"I'm sorry, didn't see you coming."

"Sorry for what?? You didn't even bump into me. Though that would be a great start for some cliche book. I'm Dylan, by the way. Dylan Stone.

"Pleasure to meet you, Dylan. I'm Lauren."

"Pleasure to meet you too. Who's your friend??" he asked, nodding towards Dani.

"That's my sister, Dani. DANI!!"

"Oh, hello. I'm Danielle. You can call me Dani," she said, shaking hands with Dylan.

"Dylan," he said, shaking her hand while smiling.

"So you're the new guy," Dani asked.

"I'd rather call myself: 'The Guy Who Came Back'."

"What does that mean??" I asked.

"Well, I was in the school before. I left in like seventh grade, and now I'm back. So basically, to me, you two are new girls."

"Wait, how old are you??" asked Dani.

"Why do wanna know??" He asked, smirking.

"I wanna do the maths, if you left when you were in eighth grade, the you were about twelve, which makes you about........"

"Seventeen. Yeah, 'do the maths' - whatever makes you sleep at night," he said.

"Oh, come on," I said.

"How old are you two??"

"I'm seventeen," I said.

"I'm sixteen," said Dani.

"'S cool."

"Yup," I said.

"You do know you two look nothing alike. Like, literally: nothing."

"Yeah, we know. You're not the first to say that," I said.

The bell rang and Dani covered her ears, it was the first bell in the third term. The third term of the school year basically consisted of the months of April, May, and June. Three months and I would graduate. I was definitely looking forward to that.

"Okay, see you two girls around," said Dylan, smiling at us as he walked backwards to his class. I had history now, and Dani had English Literature.

"See you in the earthly heavens that lay beneath the sunlight and the clouds," said Dan, and I rolled my eyes at her.

"You really gotta stop trying to sound like Shakespeare, we both know you and him have nothing in common."

"Well, at least we both 'shake'."

"Bye, Dani," I said as I entered my class. I took a seat in the corner at the far end of the room. I opened my bag and placed my history book on my desk.

"Hello, everyone," said Ms.Taylor, my history teacher.

"We have a new student joining us today. Would you like to introduce yourself??"

He stood up from his desk and walked towards the center of the room. It was when he turned around that I realized I knew him, it was Dylan.

"Hello everyone, my name is Dylan Stone. I'm seventeen years old and I have been in this school before. I left for like five years, and now I'm back. I realized that during the years I left, everyone got dumber, the girls got hotter, and the guys, well the guys got fatter.

Everyone laughed at that, including me. He said it in such a sarcastic tone it took real effort not to laugh. Even Miss Taylor laughed at that. Miss Taylor was the moody teacher in the school. If she was in a good mood and caught you chewing gum, she would let it pass. If she wasn't in a good mood, she would........well, she would kick you out of class and give you a week's worth of detention.

Yeah, she was that type of teacher. And she was in a good mood today. Or that's what everyone thought.

"Okay, thanks Dylan. You can go back to your seat now."

"Now, to start off the term with something that will remind school isn't over yet, and we have three months of school left, I will assign every pair of you a historical figure who was born between the 1940's and 1950's and you have to write a biography of that figure. You can choose whoever you like and the figure you choose might even still be alive. This will be due next week and before you all ask, it will be included in your school report. The pairs will be assigned right now:.....Joseph and Laura........Madison and Richard........."

She was choosing the pairs on the spot; she would just look around the class, then stop at any random someone, say their name out loud then continue looking around. She would say someone else's name out loud and boom: you have a pair.

".........Lauren..........."

I looked up. Please not Henry. Please not Victor. Please not Sophia.

"................and..............."

Please not Olivia. Please not Nathan. Please not Rylan. Please not........

".................Dylan."

WHAT??!!

I looked at him and he was looking back, smirking.

I was gonna work with this hot guy for a week.

And she what?? Expected work to get done??

In her wildest dreams.

Quite literally.

While Ms.Taylor was giving a lecture about something along the lines of 'Roaring Twenties' , all I thought about for the rest of the lesson was how would things go with Dylan.

Was he into me??