Dylan O'Brien imagines

21: The ex (Dylan x Reader)

Heyy! I changed the cover of my book🙊💗

You began collecting books from your locker.

You looked at all the lockers behind you.

Down a few lockers to the left, you saw Dylan at his.

You smiled at the sight of him and turned back to your locker to close it.

Shortly after, Dylan looked over at you and smiled too. Although, he sighed since he's never seen you look back. He turned to his locker and continued playing with his lock "Making sure it was closed". Once you did, he closed his too.

You began walking down the hall and he quickly chased behind you.

He always waited for you to finish first so he could follow behind you to class.

You had to make a turn and looked behind to see Dylan quite far behind you.

You suddenly made eye contact with him and immediately you were shot with that weird butterfly feeling.

You almost ran into someone when you heard them say excuse me.

You had to break the eye contact with him and walked into class as he went into a different hall.

You sat at your desk and you stared at the board. The teacher already began speaking, but it all sounded like gibberish to you since you weren't over what just happened.

He held eye contact. You thought.

It was the first time it actually happened too... Well the first time you actually caught him.

...

You decided to go to the bathroom and asked to be excused.

You made a stop to your locker to get a drink. You saw that Dylan was at his.

You made eye contact again, and you quickly averted since you didn't expect it to happen again. You felt your face begin to heat up.

You quickly open your locker and reached for the bottle until you felt someone pull your arm forcing you to look at them.

"Why don't you answer your texts?" He said.

It was your ex.

"Listen, I don't want to talk to you anymore. We've been through this." You scoffed.

"At least talk to me." He said.

"Why would I after everything you said and done to me? And you even cheated on me. Why would I want to speak to you?"

"I just want the second chance. I can be good." He said and put his hands on either side of you trapping you.

"No." You straight up say. "Now, leave." You say looking him dead in the eye.

"Dumb bitch." He said.

Even if you didn't love him, anyone that would call you that hurt.

"And you're a two timing man whore you stupid idiot." You spit.

"The fuck you call me? Man whore? You're the whore, slut." He says and lifted his hand, you turned your head to the side closing your eyes tightly. Only, the hand never contacted you like it usually did.