MR.O'BRIEN ↠ dylan o'brien

8

"What are you-" Dylan pushes me against the desk and kisses me hungrily.

I came in early today, just to see him. But I didn't think he'd come and be horny again. "You need to control your hormones." I mumble against his lips.

"You need to wear more clothes."

I pull my face away from his, "you are so rude." I scoff.

"Not my fault you're wearing a short dress." he slips his hands underneath my short dress; giving me goosebumps across my legs.

"All I have to do is touch you, and you already have goosebumps." he whispers seductively.

"Maybe if you weren't hot, then I wouldn't."

"So I'm hot now?"

"You've always have been, Mr.O'Brien."

-

At lunch, outside the girls are all talking. "Arabella, are you sure you're okay?"

I furrow my eyebrows and nod, "Yeah, why?" I ask as I pull out my hamburger I ordered. "I don't know," Kasey shrugs.

"Why ask?" I question as I take a bit of my food. "It's nothing," she replied and I nod slowly. They continue to stare at me and I raise my eyebrows, dropping my hamburger. "What is it?"

"You seem...different." Kasey claims and I quirk my eyebrow, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Guys, let's just drop it." Audrey jumps in and all eyes advert to her, "Why? You know something we don't?" Biana snaps.

"No, no. It's nothing like that..." Audrey looks down and I widen my eyes slightly. "You've been really close with Arabella lately and keeping secrets." Sarah informs and the three girls nods.

"Not true!" Audrey gasps and looks at me, "Maybe I'm the only true friend of hers since you three obviously don't trust her."

"We trust Arabella, maybe it's you that we shouldn't trust." Kasey states and I jump in, "It has nothing to do with Audrey and we're not keeping anything. Where is this coming from?"

"It's not coming from anything! You've been acting weird around us and you've been so distance from us. We're all supposed to be a team, not one of us are supposed to leave each other out." Biana tells me and I let out a sigh, "No one is leaving anyone out."

I look down at my half eaten hamburger. "I'm not even hungry anymore. You guys can finish it." I push my plate to them and get up. "Where are you going?"

"To finish up a test in my english class." I lie and walk away from our table. I walk throughout the room just to step in Dylan's classroom.

I peek in, and see no one but Dylan. I walk in fully, shutting the door behind me. I walk over to Dylan, "Hey, what's u-" I throw my bag on the ground and climb on his lap, capturing his lips onto mine.

His hands fall on top of my waist, "I'm horny."

"You're always horny, Dylan."

"I know."

-

I get home by myself for once, I hear my phone ring once I enter my living room. I groan slightly, grabbing my phone out of my back pocket. "Hello?"

"Hey, baby. Is it okay if I come over?" I hear Dylan on the other side.

"Yes, but, 'baby'?" I mimic.

"Uh.. it slipped." he hangs up. I shake my head, I walk over to my couch, and sit down. As soon as I sit, someone knocks on the door. I groan, and get up, walk over to the door. I open it and see a smiling Dylan. I let him in.

He pushes me against the door, "Hello, to you too." I smile.

He kisses me, me obviously kissing back. My hands roam around his body and I began to unbutton his shirt. He pulls away, "Hmm... I just got here."

I watch as he walks away from me and into my kitchen. "Where are you going?" I run after him and he goes through my cabinets, pulling out a whiskey bottle I stole from my parents.

"Where'd you steal this from?" he asks and untwists the cap. "No one," I state and yank it out of his hand. "Isn't it a bit too early to drink?"

"It's never too early to drink." he states and snatches it out my hand and takes out two glasses, pouring the drink in them.

"I thought..." I began and walk towards him, placing my lips on his neck. "you came here to do this."

He moves himself and hands me a cup, "Yes, but we deserve a drink." he tells me and I accept his gesture. "And what for?"

"For keeping this a secret for almost a month and a half." he claims and clinks our drinks before chugging it down.

I drink my cup and set it down before pulling him down to me, placing my lips on his. His hands began to pull off my dress as I unbuckle his shirt for the second time.

"What the fuck?!"

Dylan and I sprung apart and I put my sleeve back on. "Sarah..."

Sarah holds her purse out as if she was about to whack someone with it. "The fuck did I just witness?" she snaps angrily.

"I-I-" I stutter, heat raising up to my cheeks in embarrassment. "Oh, god. I'm going to get fired." Dylan mutters behind me and he buttons up his shirt.

"Audrey was right all along, wasn't she?" she scowls and stomps toward us. She straightens herself and lets out a laugh, "I'm kidding. I'll keep my mouth shut as if it didn't happen. I just came here to grab that muffin Arabella was never going to eat."

"What the hell..." Dylan mumbles. "Sarah, don't tell anyone. Only Audrey knows and Biana and Kasey will never know about this."

"Chill out, girl. I won't tell a soul." she says and walks to my kitchen. "Where's that muffin of yours?"

"Uh, sorry." Dylan calls out and walks to my island. "When did you eat my muffin?" I question and he shrugs, "This morning."

"What?!" Sarah throws a fit. "I've been waiting two days to get my mouth on that thing and now I found out it was eaten by someone else?!"

"I'll buy you one tomorrow morning." I chime in and she snaps her head towards me, "Buy me two." she says and begins to walk out the door, "and add a caramel frappe with whipped cream, chocolate cravings, and cinnamon."

She slams the door with a loud thud.

"Will we be able to trust her?" Dylan asks and I nod, "Yeah, she's very good at keeping secrets."

Dylan walks to my door and locks it. "We should continue to where we left off," he smirks and scrolls over to me.