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Dylan O'Brien

Dylan O'Brien

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I stepped out of Dylan's car. "Thanks for the ride home" I said yawning at the end. I shut the door and walked to my house. I reached in my pocket to get my key and had a mini heart attack to find it wasn't there. I looked back about to signal Dylan to come back, but I didn't have to. He was already there leaning on his truck with keys dangling from his hands. "I think you forgot your keys", he said, chuckling. I smiled and chuckled back. He walked over and tossed the keys to me and I got them with one hand. "Thanks", I said flatly. "Don't worry about it", Dylan said with a wink. He got his phone out of his pocket and shrugged and put his hands over his head. "What is it?", I asked. But I already knew. It was Chelsea Johnson, Dylan's girlfriend. "It's Chelsea. She's doesn't want to take me to prom anymore. She wants to go with some of her friends instead." I could tell he looked aggravated and upset. "She told you that in a text message? She couldn't at least call you?" I asked.
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"I don't care if you do proms or not. I'm not missing my last high school prom. You're going to prom with me and that's a period," I said in a final tone. "Nope. Still not going," He said with a smirk on his face, looking the least fazed by my ranting. I sighed, annoyed. "I hate you and I'm never talking to you again!!!" "Talk about weirdest ask out ever." Theo muttered jokingly and Kim laughed while I narrowed my eyes at them. I couldn't blame them. My situation was pathetic. "You can't be serious," Lyrik said, putting his phone into the pocket of his jeans. "Wait here. We'll be right back." Kim said as she and Theo went back to the store to finish their shopping, leaving Lyrik and I in the parking lot. "Doce." I didn't reply him, just got my phone out and started doing random things. "Come on. This is uncalled for." No reply. "Assassins don't go to prom," He said such that only I could hear since he just stated his secret Job, still trying to justify himself and i resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him. There's literally no such law. Anyone can go to prom if they want to. I heard him sigh loudly. "Fine I'll go with you, okay?" He said, pouting. Next thing I knew, I was grinning widely as i tucked my phone away. I know it was the last thing to expect from someone like Lyrik, but I guess silent treatment was his weakness. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!" I squealed and hugged him tightly. "Yeah, whatever," He said when I let go of him, then muttered under his breath, "Even I can't understand why I do the things I do for you." *~* Aneeqa D' elvano is left alone for the whole summer due to her mom's kind of job. She just wants to spend time with her friends and stay away from trouble...Except she signs up for trouble when she gets herself kidnapped by a goddamn hot assassin.

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