One Last Summer (Dylan O'Brien Fanfic)

Chapter Fifteen

The next day I saw Ashley. “What the fuck do you want?” I asked her sternly.

“Dylan told me what you told him. It’s a shame he didn’t believe you.” I was second away from smashing her face in.

“Again, I ask; what the fuck do you want?”

“I want the Ed Sheeran ticket.” I glared at her.

“You are not getting the ticket.”

“If what Dylan told me was true; in a nutshell, he wants nothing to do with you right? So, that means, you’re not going to the concert, I am. And it’s only fair because I'm his girlfriend. I was supposed to get the ticket in the first place.”

“Listen, Barbie, you’re not getting the ticket.” I said before storming off.

 *** 

When I got home that day I saw Dylan sitting on my bed.

“Dylan, what are you doing here?” He stood up and walked over to me.

“Can I see your phone?” He asked and I handed it to him.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him again. He didn’t answer me. He took off my phone case then I realized what he was doing.

“Dylan, what the hell? Look, if you really don’t want to see me; I’ll just sit somewhere else but please don’t take the ticket back.”

Dylan replaced my case and handed me my phone but I refused to take it back. He sighed and placed the phone on my bed.

“You’re seriously going to choose her over your best friend?” Dylan looked at me with a blank expression on his face. it was like it wasn't even him anymore.

“I don’t have a best friend Alexis.” He was at my door.

“Dylan?” I called and he turned around. I threw my pillow at him and it hit him in the face.

“Fuck you.” I said as the tears started to run down my face.

 ***

‘I'm sexy and I know it...’

I looked at my phone and rolled my eyes. It was graduation day; the last day of school. It was the last day I’d have to see Dylan.

As I'd predicted, Ashley had gotten back together with Scott and broken up with Dylan.

He’d been calling my phone ever since but I refused to answer. This was bigger than any argument we’d ever had and it was going to take a lot more than a music note beanie to make it right.

On a brighter note, last week I’d received five copies of my book.

My book.

It felt so good to say that. I’d given Dylan’s father two; one for him and one for Dylan. As much as I hated him now, he was as much a part of it as I was.

I made his father promise to give him after I left for college. I give my mom one copy, my English teacher another and I kept the other one for myself.

Graduation was a glorious affair and I was happy to be leaving that place because the last few months there had been hell.

“Congratulations.” I heard someone say.

I turned around and say Dylan sporting a hurt smile.

“Thanks, same to you Dylan.” He nodded, searching for something else to say.