DYLAN
Tessa never came home that night. She was probably out fucking another guy or murdering a few innocent people. Dylan probably should've been out there rescuing them. Dylan tossed the covers off of himself and got out of bed. He usually wears boxers to bed, but last night, he wore just his boxers so that Tessa would wake up with a great view.
The smell of waffles was great. It filled the whole apartment with a strange type of warmth. Dylan turned the radio on that's next to the microwave and the music takes over his body. His hips started to shake to the beat of the music as he waited for the waffles to cook. Finally cooked, I spin around with the plate in my hand to see Tessa sitting on the L-shaped sofa. Blood stained her clothes, around the chest area. Dylan made a mental note, that he was not staring at her boobs if she asked.
"How long have you been sitting there?" Dylan question, Tessa lighting a cigarette while maintaining eye contact.
"Longer than you'd like." She strolled over from the sofa and stole one of Dylan's waffles. "Nice boxers, by the way. They really show the size of your little guy."
'That bitch did not just insult Timmy.' Dylan thought, but soon getting interrupted by Tessa.
"Before you say a shitty comeback, I'd like you to know that your waffles are fucking awful." Tessa spat out the remainder of her waffle onto his plate. She stood back and stared to stare at Dylan's tattoos. He had many tattoos, all over his body. Piercings also decorated her face, and Tessa momentarily thought about how she liked his eyebrow piercing before she pointed at the one tattoo on the side of his chest.
"That," Tessa stated, "Looks like a very deformed penis. It kinda reminds me of you-" Dylan stuffed a waffle into her mouth and then looked down. The more he stared at it the more he could see what she meant. Dylan couldn't believe she had just pointed that out. He couldn't believe she was right and that he actually did have a deformed dick tattooed onto his chest.
"I bet you're still turned on by it."
"If turned on is wanting to burst out laughing at how ridiculous something looks, then I totally am." Tessa chuckled making her way to our bedroom.
Tessa had somehow meant to slip out of the apartment earlier before Dylan had got to ask her about the blood on her chest- and before she could throw any more insults at him. Class starts in ten minutes, and apparently there's actually an assemble instead for the whole school. Where the best of the best give a speech to the younger classes, to encourage them. Knowing Tessa's, it's probably going to be a big ball of bullshit. And a lot of sexual innuendos.
"Dylan!" Blake called from behind his back, "Are the rumors true? Are you roomed with HER?!" Blake hissed into Dylans ear.
"Yes, Blake. I'm roomed with Tessa." Blake made a very audible gasp which attracted some attention. Girls standing near us in a group started to giggle as they walked past.
"So... does this mean that your a thing again?..."
"No. I hate her, and she hates me. Why would we be a thing?"
"Well. You told me that you wanted to get her forgiveness after that event.."
"Lets just get to class."
"Actually..." Blake gulped, "You're going to the main hall. You have to give a speech in front of the whole school...against Tessa."
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