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Chapter One: Dylan O'Brien

Dylan sat alone at Starbucks. He didn't know exactly what he was doing. Probably still drunk from when his friend, Toby Stevens invited to a gay bar. Dylan didn't remember anything after having a few shots. But Toby said he got it on at least six times before he passed out on the bathroom floor.

He laid his head against the wall. He was hungover and his head throbbed. He felt like he was getting shot in the head. He face planted onto the table and screamed in agonizing pain. It's alright, Dylan. You just have a headache and it'll go away soon. Go get a cappuccino and take some Advil, he thought to himself as he got up and walked over to the cashier.

"Hello? How may I help you today?" The cashier asked. "Uh.. One cappuccino and a latte," Dylan said. "That'll be $14.82, please." Dylan dug for his wallet in his pocket. He felt eyes staring at his butt.

Once he found his wallet, he handed the cashier money. "Name, please?" She asked. "Dylan," Dylan replied hazily. He turned around and headed to his spot.

He took a seat and a couple of girls circled him.

The one that seemed to be the leader had  a strand  of hair around found her finger while chewing bubblegum.

"I heard your name is, like, Dylan. So Dylan, are you, like, single tonight?" Dylan looked up at her and she took a seat across from him.

"Do you, like, totally, like, wanna go out tonight?" Dylan shook his head head. "Uh.. no thanks. I'm not interested." The girl slapped him across his face. "Never tell me no!"

"Dylan! One cappuccino and one latte!"

Dylan quickly got up for his drinks as the girl and her group left. Then he went back to his spot.

He took a seat. He closed his eyes shut, grabbed two handfuls of hair, and took a big breath out. His life fucked. He had no appeal for girls and he was possibly gay. He just wished he'd die already.