𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 [𝕕𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟 𝕠'𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟]

Bad Boy *eyeroll*

"Ugh, really?", I screamed, glad my parents weren't home, "Now you're stalking me?".

He sighed, "I did something stupid". I rolled my eyes

"Is it not the first time this happened?", I asked, sarcasm lacing my voice as the words rolled off my tongue.

"Shut up! I told my friends you were my girlfriend and now they want me to prove it", he said, looking down at the floor.

"Excuse me?", I screamed, "You told your gang of losers that I was your girlfriend? Are you fucking insane?!".

He sighed again and looked up and me with his honey brown eyes, I glared so he wouldn't see that I was actually swooning over him at this very moment.

"I know I know, but they wanted to hurt you, hurt you bad and I wouldn't let them do that because you too pretty of a girl for that to happen to you", The boy said.

"I could've defended myself, I would've knocked you out when I first saw you if I didn't recognize you", I admit.

He nodded in agreement, "So, can we at least act like we're a couple?".

"No".

"What? Wh-Why not?", He went wide eyed

"Hm, let me think", I said sarcastically

~Flashback~

"Mr. O'Brien, come with me please", I heard a teacher say as our class was writing down notes in Science. Dylan sighed and walked out, due to me sitting in the front of the classroom, I could hear almost everything.

"This here statement says that you have harassed miss, Abby Harrell", The voice principle say, 'What the hell? Abby?' I thought to myself. I groaned as Dylan came back into the classroom and kept his eyesight on me the whole way to his seat.

I rolled my eyes and finished the notes. "If any one of you fucking touches her, you're dead, she's mine".

~End Of Flashback~

"Yep, still no", I said

"Oh come on!", Dylan said. I sat down on my bed and crossed my arms

"You'll have to work for it, tell your friends we got in a fight if they ask". Dylan groaned, "B-B", I put my finger to his lips

"No buts", I paused, smirking at him, "You will work for me and me only". "Okay, but do I have permission to call you babe?", Dylan asked.

I stood up and got so close to him that our lips were almost touching, "Sure".

"Now get out". Dylan scrambled out of my room and down the stairs, then I heard my front door shut and an audible 'whoop' come from the boy.

I rolled my eyes and smiled to myself before flopping back on my bed.