I let out a satisfied sigh as I complete the last of my homework. Finally. It sucks supremely to have homework on the first day. I quickly open Netflix on my laptop. Yes, I am that person who does their homework first before relaxing, and I'm proud of it. I feel so responsible. And now I get to just relax and watch West Wing! It's not a super popular show, and definitely none of my friends watch it, but I'm addicted. It's about White House staff who work in the West Wing of the White House (hence the name) under President Jed Bartlett.
I'm sure that none of my friends would understand it, but my inner nerd loves it. I'm currently at the part where Ainsley Hayes, a young, hot, female Republican kicks Sam Seaborn's ass on 'Capital Beat', a TV show where Democrats and Republicans debate issues.
Then my phone rings. "Monomono. Doo-doo doo doo doo. Monomono. Doo-doo doo-doo." (That weird annoying song from the end of "The Muppets") It's Nate's ringtone, which he set himself and I really have to change, because I every time I hear that song, it gets stuck in my head for eternity. I quickly pause my Netflix, and answer the phone.
"What could possibly be so goddamn important that you had to interrupt my Netflix time!" I demand.
"Geez. You sound like a grumpy old man. You know scowling will give you wrinkles." He tells me, annoyingly cheerily.
"How do you even know I was scowling?" I ask, rolling my eyes.
"I heard you through the phone, just like I heard you roll your eyes," he responds.
"What the actual fuck man? That makes zero sense," I say. I hear Nate sigh on the other end of the phone.
"Unbeliever!" He exclaims. "Do not doubt the power of the Nate!" I roll my eyes. "I can hear you doubting me again!" He tells me. I sigh.
"How was detention with Queen Bitchface?" I ask Nate, swiftly changing the subject.
"You mean Lilah? She's actually a pretty cool dude, or dudette, or whatever the girl version of dude is," Nate responds.
"Really? Or are you just saying that because she's hot and you want to screw her?" I ask.
"That's fucked man," he tells me.
"So you're denying that you think she is gorgeous? Because I don't believe you," I say to him.
"Oh she's hot, all right, but you know blondes aren't my type. I just think she'd make a good friend. Is that so hard to believe?" Nate responds heatedly.
"Okay, okay, back off. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow," I say to Nate and end the call.
A/N: Welp, here it is. What do you think of Dylan so far? I know he's an asshole in this chapter, but I promise you he'll get better. There will be character development! So don't start hating on him so quickly. Remember nobody's perfect. And btw, West Wing is a real show, in case you're wondering. Keep reading, commenting, and voting, and stay tuned for the next update!
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JugendliteraturLilah Green. Ask anyone, and they will tell you that she is the cliche gorgeous popular dumb airhead bitch. Dylan Mitchell. Ask anyone, and they will tell you that he is the cliche hot douchebag player. But what if they were both more than their st...
