You Complete Me- Dylan O'Brien

Chapter 1

At exactly 5:30 AM, my alarm clock goes off and begins playing Scar Tissue by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

This is my cue to get up, despite my desire to stay in bed for the rest of time. I roll over too eager to hit snooze, but just as I do, my sister jumps on my bed and starts screaming.

"Marina, can you believe this? We're officially seniors! We rule the school and we can do whatever we want! We can pick on freshman, ditch school whenever we want, hookup with all the guys-" she tries to continue on, but I quickly stop her.

"Amber, you know that's not what I'm gonna be doing this year! Just because you and your snob friends walk around like you own everything doesn't mean you can rattle me this early in the morning" I yell back to her.

"Sorry Marina I'm just so excited and you know I've been waiting for this moment for so long" she states in an upset tone as she walks out the door.

Maybe I was a bit harsh on her, but it was the morning, and my family knows how I am in the morning, so they should not expect me to be peachy.

Also, ever since my sister joined the popular girls, she's become increasingly annoying. The process of watching her turn fake was annoying, because she was not always like that, but it happened nonetheless.

She used to be a part of my friend group but left as we went into sophomore year.

Oh well, whatever, it is what it is at this point. The good thing about her being in the other group is that the bitchy girls aren't allowed to pick on me or my friends.

After laying for another five minutes I finally decide to get up and get dressed. One might think that on my last first day of high school, I would show up in some kind of dress or jean skirt. This, however, was not my style. Instead, I put on a pair of light wash ripped jeans, a simple black t-shirt with a black choker, and my white converse.

I then finish the look by applying a light layer of mascara, clear lipgloss, and quickly brushing through my brown wavy hair before running out to my sister's car.

Apparently she had woken up an hour earlier than normal just to get ready, so she actually finished styling herself on time. That came as a surprise to me, but I knew her being prepared would only last one day, so I made sure I didn't take this car ride for granted.

Let me explain one thing before I get too far ahead of myself. When it comes to my sister and I, we both love a good adventure, but aside from that, we're opposites. She's entirely into the girly look and loves to wear skirts, cutesy pants, rompers, dresses, and all that. I'm not like that and never will be.

Yes, I make sure I look presentable, but I'll always make sure I'm comfortable in doing so, and it doesn't matter how fancy the occasion is. I'll even wear sweatpants or a sweatshirt somewhere if I at least look decent, and I know this is something she would never do.

My sister is also big into makeup, shopping, and getting with guys just because she's pretty enough to get whoever she wants.

I on the other hand want to be myself and not cake on makeup. I want a person to like me for me and I want a real romance. I want a love that is so strong that it consumes me. I want someone to sweep me off my feet and make me feel like there is no one else in the world except for us. I want someone to complete me.

When it comes to this last year though, I know nothing great is going to happen, because I've been with the same people for years and they're all shallow or just straight up mean. So in other words, you could call me a hopeless romantic.

As we pull up to the school, I notice the popular group standing outside as they usually do before class starts.

The girls are showing as much as they can and leaning all over the guys. I roll my eyes as if I expected something different and quickly get out of the car as soon as it stops. 

I can't bare to look for too long, because their group is just that disgusting, so I continue to walk towards the doors of the school.

I push the doors open and immediately get that school smell and see a bunch of different people with smiles on their faces. Some are talking at their lockers, some are running down the hall, and of course there are already couples making out.

As I walk in, many people turn to look at me either to greet me or just stare for a second. This is what happens when you're the sister of one of the popular girls and at the same time are taller than most, which I am being that I'm 5'10. I am friendly to those who say hello but I just try to keep my head down and get to my locker.

As soon as I do, my three best friends come running up to me looking all excited, and once I see them I can't help but smile. If I didn't have them, I honestly don't know where I'd be.

In our little group there are two guys, Carlos and Matthew, and a girl, Krista, who I'm extremely close with. Carlos was your typical gay best friend and he didn't care who knew it.

He was proud of himself and we're all so supportive of him and will back him if anyone tries to be rude to him.

Matthew was more of a quiet guy when it came to talking to others, but Carlos somehow brought out his loud side. He also has a girlfriend who helps him not be so shy.

Krista, my closest friend, is my rock and my shoulder to cry on. We've known each other since kindergarten and our families are close friends as well, which resulted in her being around a lot.

The four of us may not seem like much, but when we're together, we like to be noisy and crazy and we don't care about other people's opinions. 

No matter what happens we will always have each other's backs.

Krista starts talking about a camp she went to over the summer when one of the popular girls lets out a small yell from across the hall and shows her friends something on her phone. We then hear them talking about some new guy who transferred to our school who has a bad reputation and is "super hot".

Apparently, from what they're saying, he's a player and likes to party a lot. He got kicked out of his old school because he trashed the principals office after he got detention for too many tardies and absences. 

The girls suddenly start bouncing around, checking each other's outfits and makeup to make sure they looked "absolutely perfect" and were then standing around waiting for him to walk in at any moment.

Carlos turned to us and said, "I just found this kid on instagram and his name is Dylan . I never believed that god had favorites but after seeing this, I'm not so sure anymore!"

He then showed us his phone and we were all very surprised. My mouth opened a little bit when I saw his picture and I almost didn't believe it. Everything Carlos said was true, but I played it off and said to the group "he's alright I guess."

Just as I finished my sentence, the doors swung open and in walked Dylan.

To say he was hot was an understatement. The picture did him no justice and everything about him just seemed perfect. His hair was a dark brown and was slicked up in the front. He had on a pair of sunglasses and when he took them off they revealed the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen. They were a lighter honey brown that you could just get lost in.

He was a little bit taller than me and was wearing a white t-shirt that showed off his muscles. Everyone's eyes were on him and no one could believe what they were seeing.

The popular group quickly walked over to him and made a circle around him not allowing him to escape while they talked to him, most likely about meaningless stuff.

At this point, no one was watching him anymore, since they knew he was popular territory, but I could not keep my eyes off of him. I saw him flash a quick smile and wave at one of the guys, and that little smirk made me melt a little bit.

Wait no... I cannot be saying this... he's no good, and is already being roped in by the populars, I thought to myself. Besides, he would never even consider someone like me. Ugh! This is going to be a long year!

I turn to my locker rolling my eyes and grab my stuff, but just as I begin to walk away, I slam into someone and drop my books everywhere. Shit...