chapter two: apology.

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Dylan: What the fuck? Why would she be calling me? Let me see whats going on.

(Dylan picks up and Taylor starts talking)

Taylor: Hey Dylan! What's up?

Dylan: What the fuck do you want?

Taylor: Why are you cursing at me?

Dylan: I don't know. Maybe cause you EMBARRASSED ME AT SCHOOL!

Taylor: Oh shit, Look. I'm sorry about what happened at school. Can you just for-

Random Girl: Sup Dylan, Still talking to Janitors HA.

Taylor: Shut up.

Dylan: Look, I have to go. Bye

Taylor: Wait!

Dylan: What?

Taylor: Derek is having this awesome party, you should come!

Dylan: Really? After what happened? No.

Taylor: Think about it.

Dylan: Whatever. Bye.

(Dylan hangs up)

Dylan's Mom: Dylan, Time for dinner!

Dylan: Ok Mom!

(Dylan walks into the kitchen)

Mom's BF: Hey Dylan, How's it going?

Dylan: Who the fuck invited you over?

Mom's BF: Your Mom

Dylan: Oh wow, Mom joke. Ha, you're so fucking funny.

Mom's BF: Ha, I am.

Dylan: MOM! Why the fuck did you invite this pedophile looking ass into MY fucking house?

Dylan's Mom: First off, This is not YOU'RE house. Second, Don't talk like that to your father.

Dylan: Oh my fucking god. HE'S NOT MY DAD!

Dylan's Mom: Rob, Don't listen to him.

Rob: Don't use the lord's name in vein.

Dylan: I swear to fucking god, I'm gonna kill someone.

(Dylan walks away)

Dylan's Mom: Where are you going?

Dylan: To a friend's house.

Dylan's Mom: Back by 9.

Dylan: I'll come back when i want to come back.

(Dylan leaves)

Rob: Don't let him talk to you like that. He needs to learn some respect.

Dylan's Mom: So do you. Just because I actually invited you, doesn't you have to turn it into a joke.

Rob: Ok. That kid should get more friends.

Dylan's Mom: Shut up and eat your food.

(Dylan walks to a friend's house)

Random Friend: Hey Dylan, Glad you could make it!

Dylan: Shut up Derek, You know the only reason why I came here.

Derek: Oh yea, Taylor is over there.

Dylan: Ok.

Taylor: Ha, This is the best!

(Dylan walks toward Taylor)

Taylor: Dylan! You came!

Dylan: No shit. I'm here ain't I?

Taylor: Throw away that mood. Enjoy yourself! Drinks are over there. One dollar each.

Dylan: Fuck that! I could go to the deli and get a Two for One deal.

Taylor: I mean, I guess. Just don't steal anything. Derek has his own security.

Taylor's Friend: Oh and, Don't shoot up this place. I know you're Emo so, most likely you will shoot up this place.

Dylan: I'm not fucking Emo.

Random Kid: Yes the fuck you are! You always walk around with that long black hair and you listen to depressed songs. You're Fucking EMO! Haha

(Dylan runs up to the kid, grabs him by the neck and slams him up against the wall.)

Kid: WTF ARE YOU DOING?!?!

Dylan: Don't EVER call me Emo again. Or it will be worse.

Kid: OK! LET GO!

(Dylan lets go and starts walking away)

Kid: Ha, fucking Emo.

(Dylan grabs beer bottle and slams it on the table to break it. He runs up to the kid about to stab him)

Taylor: DYLAN! STOP!

(Dylan stops with bottle inches away)

Taylor: WTF ARE YOU DOING?!

Dylan: don't call me Emo.

Kid: YO ITS A FUCKING JOKE! CALM DOWN.

(Dylan drops the bottle and leaves. People stay scared.)

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