I Remember You

A Dylan O'Brien Imagine: To This Day It Still Hurts

Jessy's P.O.V.

It's been two years...

Two years since that happened.

If you really wanna know who this great guy is (note the sarcasm), it's Dylan. Dylan O'Brien. It all ended like this:

BEFORE; June 9th, 2014

Holy sh*t. I just arrived at this killer party with Bethany. She's my bestfriend by the way. Her bubbly personality causes her to gain tons of friends, which is why we're here.

I would have had Dylan tag along but he's out or town. He's my boyfriend and we have been dating for 7 months now. I really like him--he's perfect.

Anywho, back to where I am. Teenagers ranging from 15 to 19 are in all directions getting drunk as hell. Thank God I'm more mature than these fools. Bethany, on the other hand, isn't. She disappears into the crowd leaving me by myself.

A guy with a dirty white T-shirt and a bad haircut passes by, staring intently at me.

"What the h*ll are you doing?" I asked, weirded out. If he's trying to get with me, he can dream somewhere else.

"You're Brien's girl, right?" his words slurred slightly.

"Yeah?" I say, waiting for him to continue.

He picks his nose and wipes whatever it was on his pants. Gross.

"He's upstairs." he says as if that's the most normal thing in the world.

"NO, he's not. He's in Pittsburgh." I shout above the music. He shoos me off and I step back, not wanting his filthy hand no where near me.

Is he serious? Dylan's supposed to be away--why is he here? And shouldn't he have told me?

I let my curiousity get the best of me and climb up the steep stairway. Couples, or should I say 'friends with benefits', make out on the sides of the stairs. Get a room, I wanted to say to them but decided against it.

When I finally got to the top, I was all tired out. "Dylan?" I said to the empty hallway. I could hear muffled noises coming from the third door down. Slowly making my way over to that door, I turned the knob to the right and only open a crack. The mumbling continues so I push the door all the way back, making my entrance a bit too noisy even though I didn't mean to. What I see will forever scar me.

"Jess?" he asked, disbelieved. Words are just on the tip of my tongue but I can't seem to speak them.

"Jess?" he says louder, removing himself from the girl and coming closer to me. My feet have turned to lead and I can't seem to move them.

"Say something." he shakes me gently. He then cups my face in his hands, wiping the tears I didn't know spilled with his thumbs.

Silence fills the air as I finally move backwards.

"Do you want me to stay?" the blonde asks, a little irritated--waiting to finish whatever they started.

Dylan turns his head back to the girl with complete disgust. "Get the f*ck out." he said through clenched teeth. She shrugged and gathered her clothes off the floor, slipping her bra on in the process.

The door closes behind her and I look to see Dylan still waiting for a response. "Leave me alone." I push him back, keeping distance between us.

"She meant nothing to me." he says, coming dangerously close.

"You weren't saying that to her just a few minutes ago." I said with repugnance. He stays quiet. I guess he couldn't come up with a lame excuse. "Bye Dylan."

When I've left, the tears still sting my eyes. I look back to see if there's any chance that he came after me. Nope. I'm hitting the steering wheel to Beth's car now. "Why me? What the h*ll did I do wrong?!" I sob my heart out barely having time to breathe. I hate you Dylan, I hate you.

PRESENT TIME:

Yup. That was the end of our story. If you think I got over it--you're wrong. It still hurts to this day. He's left a scar on me. No new guys I've dated since.

"Honey?" a voice spoke, along with a tap to my bedroom door. Ugh! Why can't anyone just leave me alone?

"Yeah?" I said to my mother.

"Someone is here to see you." she said without opening the door.

"I'll be right down." I said and waited until mom left. Why would there be someone here? And for me? Probably Bethany or my lab partner Richard.

I took a quick glance at myself in the mirror on my wall. Eww. I left myself how I was--it's not like I'm auditioning to be America's Next Top Model.

After basically tripping over the stairs, I'm met with my front door. Well, doors. There's one wooden and one screen. The first one is cracked open so I pulled it back. My heart literally went in my throat. It wasn't Beth or Richard. It-It.....

"Hi Jess." he greeted me with the nickname he gave me. Why did mom have to open the door?

Hi! If you didn't know who it was well....have someone help you figure it out but I think it was pretty obvious who was at the door.

I know this imagine was some sort of a cliffhanger but you can decide the end. Also, stay tuned for my next imagine that I think will be one of the best!