Don't Do It

F i f t e e n

•Arianna's POV•

It's Tuesday. I look through the window of the bus while my cheek is pressed heavily against it, my purple glasses on my face. The weather hasn't changed from the way it was yesterday; sunny but windy.

Dark clouds are beginning to gather in the sky, making it evident that it's going to rain soon. I let out a nose sigh because I forgot to take my umbrella.

The yellow and black school bus comes to a halt outside Bluebell High. All the learners who attend this school get off, including me, when the doors open. The bus drives off once everyone has exited.

I don't have my bag with me because I left it in my locker, along with my books.

As I'm walking inside I'm ambivalent on whether I should check up on Dylan. He didn't call me back yesterday after he abruptly ended our phone conversation, and I didn't sleep well.

I mean, what if something happened to him? What if he got kidnapped and now he's somewhere across America looking for help?

Okay, maybe I'm overreacting.

He was probably just busy with something, and he forgot to call me back. No biggie.

And I'm not going to text him endlessly like an insecure girlfriend would, asking why he didn't keep his word. I trust Dylan more than anyone; I know he won't betray or deceive me.

Lemme call him once.

Sliding my phone out of the front pocket of my denim jean, I unlock it and go to my phone app. I long press the number 2 and Dylan's number pops up since it's on speed dial. I saved him as Babyyy😍💕

I hold the phone against my ear. It's a bit cold but that doesn't bother me. I'm somewhat used to it.

Dylan's ringtone starts blaring through the phone. Each time it rings and he doesn't pick up, my heart sinks further.

After three rings, Dylan finally answers. "Hello."

Holy crap, his voice. It's very deep and husky, sultry even. And don't get me started on his accent.

Now I'm starting to wish I never called him because his morning voice is turning me on.

I bite my lip whilst twirling my curly hair around my finger subconsciously, feeling giddy inside.

"Morning. How's my baby feeling?" I ask seductively, flirting with him.

Some students wave at me, before I reach my locker, so I smile back since I don't want to be rude. Everyone has only seen the nice side of me. The other side comes out when I'm in the ring.

"Tired," Dylan groans. "But if you were with me, we'd be doing a lot of things."

"Like what?" I giggle after asking, leaning against my locker.

My face is plastered with the biggest smile ever, anyone can see how lovesick I am. I've seriously fallen for Dylan way more than I should. I mean, this is my first relationship ever.

I should be taking things slowly, right?

Wrong.

Dylan is making it extremely difficult for me to do things at my own pace. The way he kisses me, the way he touches me, the words he says to me. All those things are part of the reasons why I'm falling deeper and deeper.

"Talking, cuddling, and giving each other hot and steamy kisses." Dylan replies, probably smirking right now. I can imagine the sexy look on his face. "You know, everything that would be keeping us warm, since it's cold."