Don't Do It

T w o : Infatuation

•Arianna's POV•

I turn to the side while I'm sleeping, and cover my head with the blanket, snoring like a puppy and sleeping peacefully.

"Ari?" someone says quietly after entering my bedroom, and I open one eye underneath the covers, pretending to not hear her. I know it's Mom because she likes to wake me up for school, even though I have an alarm clock.

What bothers me is, she wakes me up before the clock rings. I don't care if there's just five minutes left for it to ring: I could've dreamt a lot in those five minutes.

"Time to get out of bed, honey." I groan when she pulls back the covers, exposing my skin to the cold air. Since I'm still feeling drowsy, I foolishly attempt to retrieve the covers but Mom pulls them off me completely. I frown.

"Get up, Ari. You'll be late and the bus will leave you." she says sternly, and I reluctantly sit upright.

"Fine, I'm up." I rub my eyes to get rid of my blurry vision and Mom gives me a soft kiss on my cheek. "That's my girl. Breakfast will be ready in half an hour."

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While I'm seated at the breafast bar, I chew on my buttered toast slowly as I'm going through my Instagram page. It depresses me because I only have three boring posts, and I have two hundred and seventeen followers.

Exiting my page, I type Dylan's name into the search bar, patiently waiting for his page to pop up. I tap on his name which is the first result that appears on my screen. It takes me about ten seconds to perceive his recent post, and when I do, my eyes widen.

"What?" I say involuntarily, my mouth agape and my ponytail bouncing. Even though I'm wearing my oh-so irrelevant glasses, I zoom in the picture only to see myself and Dylan standing side by side, in the ring, our faces hidden by our balaclavas. It was taken on Saturday night after we had won that easy match.

The caption below it reads, "Whoever these two weirdos are, they really know how to fight. #LongLiveTheLegends.💪👑"

I smile because of the sweet message. It's understandable why he made as if he doesn't know who the people in the photo are. He knows that I'm the only other person who really knows who the "two weirdos are."

Me and him.

The photo already has over five hundred likes, considering the fact that it was posted two hours ago. I like the picture, and go out of Instagram so that I can video call Dylan, my hand shaking slightly as I place my phone in front of me.

There's only one ring before Dylan answers his phone. "Hey, sunshine. I was hoping you'd call." My cheeks turn red because of the nickname he gave me, and because of his deep British voice.

Since I'm looking at him, I get the feeling he just woke up. I have to admit that a boy's sleepy voice is the sexiest shit ever.

Wait, what?

Am I really getting turned on just by the mere sound of my boyfriend's voice?

"Thanks for liking my post." Dylan says, snapping me out of my thoughts, and I can see a huge smirk on his handsome face. Taking a sip from my strawberry flavoured water, I chuckle beneath my breath but he still manages to hear me. "What's so funny?"

"How did you-?" I stop mid-sentence and think of a better way to rephrase my question. "Are you stalking me or something?"