Guilty Addiction (dylan obrien fanfiction)

Chapter 3 "The Troublemaker"

Ms T.- Mr. O'Brien, is there a reason why you are late to my class.
Dylan- For starters, I have other things that are more important to do than be on time to your class.
Ms T.- Watch your attitude, young man! Maybe you will think differently after you stay after school in detention.
D- Do you really think I give a fuck about your class. As for the detention, I think I am going to pass.
Ms T.- Sit down and stop interrupting my class!
I can't stand this class it's terrible. All she does is blab about her love life, when she should be doing her job. She is the worst teacher I've ever had to deal with. I would rather have a teacher who was creepy old scumbag then be stuck with this bitch. Not to mention she was the person who made the seating chart. To be quite frank, Who ever hired her was clearly thinking with a different body part. Only a nimrod could be stupid enough to offer the job to this wench. So hooray for me for being the one to sit by the fucking kid. I looked around the room to find the clock to check what time we get out of this hellhole.

I look up to see Dylan staring right at me. It was getting on my nerves and he would always annoy the hell out of me for his enjoyment. But I hated that this but I've always thought he was attractive. However his personality kills everything attractive about him whatsoever. He was wearing a white shirt that made his toned abs and huge muscles look like a piece of art. Wait what the hell my saying I'm supposed to not like this guy I just need stop thinking about him.

D: what's up beautiful?
M: what do you want from me?
D: well hello to you, I was just asking how little Miss Mack is doing today.
M: ugh, just leave me alone.
D: aww is Miss Mac in a bad mood?
M: no, I just don't like to talk assholes who think they are all high and mighty.
D: oooh feisty, I like it!
M: In your dreams, O'Brien!

Ms. T: "we are going to be doing a project. This will probably be the longest project you guys will ever work on in my class. I decided that we are going to pick emotions and partners out of two different hats. The girls will pick the emotions. The boys will pick their partners. There will not be a group of three so nice try!
The project will be based on these things. The definition of the emotion, where it originates from, the causes and effects of the emotion, examples seen in social media, TV shows, movies, and a summary of what you discovered about this emotion in my class. Your job is to put a presentation and explain everything that I just told you. Plagiarism is an automatic zero in my class and this is worth 20% of your overall grade. So don't mess it up."

Just hoping I get a partner who will not make me do all the work and actually will be interested in this project. To be honest I just want bitch this class and never do it but since I have to I want to get this project done immediately.

As the hat goes around it was time for Dylan to pick his partner out of the hat. He unfolded the note and chuckled to himself and put it somewhere safe. He looked up at me and a smirk was plastered on his face.

He most likely got partnered up with a skank that goes to my school and evidently is in my class. He never settles for one girl he always has the side however every single week. To my enjoyment basket comes to me and as I grabbed the piece of paper I unfolded and what do you know it stated "love".
I have no idea what I'm gonna do with this but it's not gonna be any good. I'm probably gonna be partnered up with one of the horny ass jock just waiting to get some action from a girl like me. Sorry to disappoint them because that's not happening.

Ms. T: now that we are done passing around the hats it's time to work on this project and find your partners. Let's not waste time.

Well turns out no one came up to me and that means I am stuck with Dylan.

D: looks like we were meant to be partners, Mac!
M: don't call me Mac. It is Mackenzie.
D: I'm calling you Mac.
I just roll my eyes and groan in pain.
D: Since we are partners now, what emotion do we have?

M: well I'll have you know that we are researching love. That's so funny considering you don't feel any emotion.

Just smirks and stares at me like he's a piece of meat that's when I realized my shirt was showing some cleavage. I roll my eyes while fixing my shirt.

M: You're such a perv.
D: well I am a guy so that could be a reason why.
I look down at the floor trying to avoid eye contact with him. He just bugs the hell out of me. The looks he gives me are powerful. It makes my knees weak and my nerves relax. His eyes are so easy to get lost into. They are perfect in every way and I can't think about this right now.

D: wow I guess you are innocent.
M: what makes you think I'm innocent!?
D: well first, the way you look at me shows that you have a pure desire. However you're only a little goody two shoes.
M: I am not an asshole like you that's for sure.
He pauses for amount then eyes my lips. He cleared his throat as if he were gonna speak again.
D: have you done anything bad before? Or are you weak precious girl.
M: For your information, I don't need to do shit to make myself look bad or strong. I have no tolerance for bullshit and what you do is bullshit.
D: wow, for a girl like yourself has a lot of sass.
M: whatever, I need to figure out when we're gonna be working on this project and how we're gonna get it done.
D: you can come over to my house after school.
M: don't you have a detention you have to make up.
D: fuck that detention! just meet me in the lobby and we had to my house.
M: whatever!
The bell rang, I don't know how I'm going to survive this semester.