"They were truly inseparable after that day. True to his word, she really was stuck with him for life," I smiled, watching Dylan's and reaction as he took in every word I spoke.
"I want a relationship like that," he mused to himself, "Jheez I probably even have one, I just don't know it. Can you imagine if I do? How painful it must be for them? Me not remembering them or anything we've been through. Romantic or simply platonic? I hate not knowing who I am," he began to get frustrated as his condition got the better of him. Dylan truly began to realise what it meant to have a blank slate.
"I'm sure they'd be real understanding and with you every step of the way Dyl, don't stress or overthink it too much okay? You'll just give yourself a migraine," I gripped his hand tightly, desperate to calm him down,
"Tell me anther story Lo," his eyes pleaded with me. A silent understanding sat unspoken between our glances.
He needed help.
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I started making my way toward the music classroom, where I'd arranged to meet Dylan when class ended after school. Just before last period finished, I left quickly slipping out of the room and to not draw any attention to myself and snuck towards the music corridor.
The last thing I wanted was unwanted attention drawn to me because I, an idiot and unpopular girl, was with a popular guy like Dylan.
I stood next to the music room waiting for the bell to ring and the students to filter out, my notebooks clutched tightly against my chest and my head hanging low.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity the bell screeched loudly above my head and all at once the halls were flooded with hormonal miserable teenagers eager to escape this hellhole we meander for seven hours every day.
"Lola!" I snapped my head to the left in a panic when I saw Dylan saunter up next to me, his bag hanging from his shoulder and a tall dark haired guy by his side.
My eyes widened in panic and darted around to the people passing by, a few of them throwing curious glances at Dylan and his friend, who I'm sure is called Tyler, clearly confused as to why they were stood with me.
Damn Dylan for getting here before the music room emptied and I could slip inside unnoticed.
"Wow, you got here pretty quick," I laughed nervously, hiding behind a screen of hair.
"You okay Lo? You seem a little distracted?" he frowned, raising an eyebrow at me and he followed my glances towards passers by.
"Yeah, I'm just not good with, uh people staring," I mumbled; finding a sudden interest in my scruffy converse, "Y'know people usually don't pay attention to the nerd,"
"Oh, sorry," he smiled sadly.
"It's fine, I'll ignore it, it's nothing I'm not used to I guess," I shrugged half heartedly.
"There's only a couple of people in the music room, we could just go in if you like," the dark haired guy offered with a small smile, "The teacher won't mind, she's my aunt,"
"You sure?" I frowned up at the new guy with pleading eyes, I really did want to escape the glares and burning gazes I could practically feel on my back.
"Yeah come on," he nodded towards the class as he opened the door, "Hey Aunt Cass, we're okay to come in now right cause class is done?"
"Of course you can, here to practice for your assignments yeah?" The blonde haired woman asked with a smile on her face.
"Dyl and Lola are yeah, I'm just chilling," he chuckled lightly.
"You're always chilling Tyler," she chuckled, ruffling his hair as she passed him.
I knew it was Tyler!
We were all situated at the desk at the back of the music room, Dylan was telling Tyler and his aunt about our assignment but I wasn't really focused on the conversation, I was focused on the glares and judgemental stares our little group had accumulated.
If they weren't directed at me with disgust and pure horror, they were at Dylan and Tyler in disappointment and shock. People were looking at them like they were both insane for working with me or even being within two feet of me.
Of the nerd, the loser.
I'm not an animal; I don't appreciate being stared at like a lab rat in a cage, I'm not contagious with a disease nor do I bite but with the looks I'm getting, you'd think otherwise.
Dylan and Tyler must of noticed my wondering thoughts because Dyl nudged me as Tyler followed where my gaze was travelling.
"Ignore them," he smiled reassuringly.
"I can't, it's like I'm a free for all fucking show," I spoke through gritted teeth, "I didn't realise having no friends or social life at all was so entertaining,"
"They're just looking for a reaction," Tyler replied, glaring at a few of the gossiping girls a few tables in front, scaring them into turning away from us.
"They want a show and fresh gossip and well I'm the front feature yay," I rolled my eyes, "Guys sitting here with me is gonna get you unwanted attention and ruin your reputation,"
"I don't care, let them think whatever," Tyler shrugged carelessly, "We're here and that's that,"
I've barely known him five minutes and he's been nicer than everyone, excluding Dylan, in this whole school have been in the past 5 years.
"Exactly, you ain't getting rid of us just yet Lo," Dyl smiled widely.
And I believed him, I trusted him wholeheartedly.
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Seventy nine - Dylan O'Brien (completed)
FanfictionI had seventy nine hours to remind him. Seventy nine hours to tell him, not only who he was but who I was. Seventy nine hours to tell him how we met. I had just seventy nine hours to tell him just how we fell in love. After that he'd be gone forever.
