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the last student, so I watch as everyone else makes they’re way inside and to their seats.
I see Dylan enter the class looking as hot as always, and I cant help but smile. When he sees me smile, his eyes glint, and his smile wins trophies. God, I love him.
“Hey Zoin” he says when he reaches me, he leans down and gives me a quick kiss on the lips. I feel my face heat up. He takes a seat on his desk, takes a book out of his backpack, The Maze Runner by James Dashner, I smile as I see it’s the book I let him borrow. He opens it three quarters of the way, and starts to read, losing himself in the story. More and more with each passing second.
The teacher walks in, and assigns us all page 231 which happens to be Chapter 6 section 4. Ooo, Parabolas. Sweet. I rip out a blank piece of paper from a notebook, and get to work, smiling at how easy the problems are.


Chapter 4


“Hey Zoin you want to go over to my house today” Dylan whispers just as the bell is about to ring.
RING RING
“Huh?” I ask, looking up from my book. I’m reading Clockwork Angle by Cassandra Clare. Its an amazing book!
“I mean, I just thought it was about time you know…to bring you to my house.” He says uncomfortably, standing up.
I follow his lead, and stand up. “Oh, I mean sure. I’d love to go.” I reply shoving my stuff in my backpack. Then I sling it over my shoulder and follow Dylan, to the door.
“That’s great!” he says. Then out of nowhere he reaches for my hand. I feel warmth spread through me, when our hands connect.
Dylan loves you.
When we make it outside, Dylan leads me straight to his car. But that is, not before I catch Michael looking at me sadly, on the other side of the parking lot. He has his skateboard on his hand, and just the sight of him like that makes my heart ache. He drops it to the ground, and gets on in one swift motion. I stare after him as he rides away expertly.
Oh, Michael. I’m sorry.
“Whats wrong?” Dylan speaks up, bringing my mind back to him. I hadn’t even noticed he had let go of my hand.
“No, nothing. Just distracted.” I respond, my voice cracking.
“Zoin. Is everything okay?” he asks me again. Worry clear on his voice.
I reach for his hand, “I love you Dylan.” I whisper, grabbing for his neck with my free hand, and bringing his lips down to mine. His free hand wraps itself around my waist, and he kisses me softly.
When he ends the kiss, he squeezes my hand tightly. “I’ve always loved you Zoin.”
I paste a smile on my face, “Hey, so what about you know, Amy?” I begin.
He lets go of my waist, and open the passenger door for me. Aww, how sweet. “What about her?” he asks.
I get in, and wait for him to get in on the other side, “Well you know, she saw us, you know kissing earlier.”
Dylan looks over at me, “She’ll tell mom,” he starts.
I practically jump out of the seat, “What?!” I yell, “Is that a bad thing?”
“Well not really, my mom has been wondering if I’m gay.” He admits starting the car. Okay what’s wrong with people here? Dylan is NOT gay!
“Then we shouldn’t worry…right?” I buckle up my seatbelt, and drop my backpack on the car floor.
“I would say no.” he responds as he starts driving.
“Ahh, okay.” I take out my phone out of my pocket. “I’m calling my mom,” I tell Dylan, and he nods his okay. I dial the number, and pray that my mom will answer, not Mike.
“Hello” comes my mom’s sweet voice, from the other end of the phone. Thank god.
“Hey mom, its me Zoin. I’m going over to Dylan’s house today.” I explain, hoping she wont question me.
“Dylan’s?” she questions.
“Yep mom, I’ll call you when I want you to pick me up.”
“Tell your mom I can drop you off.” Dylan interrupts.
“Guess what mom? He said he can drop me off, so see you later. Love you.” I say.
“Oh, okay. Bye Zoin, love you baby.” She responds, then hangs up on me.
I let out a sigh, as I shove my phone back in my pocket, and lean back against the seat.
“You know, my mom’s been wanting to meet you for a while now.” He confesses.
I raise my eyebrow at him, “Really?” I ask him.
He glances sideways at me, and smiles “Yep,”.
“Can I connect my IPod?” I ask him, already taking it out.
“Oh sure” he replies.
I connect my IPod, turn it on, and search for a The All-American Rejects song. I want Fallin Apart. When I come into the song I want I press play.
“Hell yeah!” I exclaim, as the song starts.
I nod my head through out the whole song, and lip synch the parts I know.
“We’re here,” he begins, killing the engine, when we come to a light green two story house.
“So this is your home?” I say, unbuckling my seatbelt.
He opens his door, “Uh-huh.” He then gets out, and walks to my side. He opens the door, and grabs for my backpack. I get out, he hands me my backpack and I adjust it on my right shoulder. He leads the way, and I follow him to his front door.
There, he takes out his key and inserts it on the lock. He opens the front door, and holds it open for me. I step past him and find myself inside his living room for the very first time. It, uh looks normal, I guess. I mean its filled with plants…they’re everywhere. No joke.
“My uh, mom likes plants,” he says awkwardly, “A LOT.” He adds. And before I have time to explore more of his living room, he grabs my hand, and basically drags me up the stairs.
We stop at a door painted a dark blue. He opens it, pushes me inside, gets in himself and then closes. I stop dumbstruck by the door. His room is exactly as I’ve dreamed it. The bed in the same exact place, the middle of the room. His walls are covered with band posters, bands like Memphis May Fire, Simple Plan, Sum 41, Hollywood Undead, Panic At The Disco, and a ceiling covered with glow in the dark stars. But what throws me off guard is the space in the wall covered with pictures of him and me. Then also pictures of me alone.
He drops his backpack on the ground and go over to his bed. He sits down and pats the spot besides him. I walk over to him, and drop my backpack when I reach his bed. As I sit down, he leans down toward me and crashes his lips to mine.
He leans on me causing me to fall backwards into his bed and him falling on top of me. But the thing is the kiss never breaks. We stay connected. Which I totally love!
“Zoin,” he breathes out pulling away, “That Michael boy-”
“What about him?” I interrupt, trying to keep my voice neutral. But inside I feel as if my whole body is being turned inside out with just hearing his name. Why cant I just hang out with Dylan and not talk about him?
Dylan puts his hands on either side of me to support himself, before opening his mouth. “He-he talked to me today.”
“What?!” I exclaim moving up so abruptly that I make Dylan lose support of himself and fall on me. “Ooof!” I yell as his weight falls on me.
“Ohmygod Zoin! I’m sorry,” he apologizes, lifting himself up off me. He goes back to the position he was on. Supporting himself with his arms.
“I-its okay Dylan” I groan, closing my eyes. But then I remember what he was saying about Michael. My eyes snap open, and I find Dylan looking down at me worriedly.
“What did he say to you?” I ask.
“He asked me if you we’re seeing anyone.”
“What?! He said that? When did that happen? What did you say?” I stammer.
“Uh, yeah, during lunch when you we’re in the library, and I said that you um, that we uh, we were you know.” He rambles, going beet red.
“You told him we were going out?” I demand pushing him off of me. I stand up and stare at him, expressionless.
“But I thought!” he began, “we kissed…” he finishes sadly. “I though you felt the same way” he lets himself frown sadly, and sit on the edge of the bed. His shoulders slumped.
I go over to him and grab his hand, “Its not that, I do feel the same way, but its just that-”
“Just what?” he asks sadly.
“You haven’t asked me out, I mean we haven’t made it official.” I reply lamely.
“So its just that?” he asks with a new surge of happiness.
I shrug my shoulders and pull him up. I press my body against him and hug him tightly. “Yes, just ask me out.” I say softly. He wraps his arms around me and leans his chin on my head. I breath in his scent, as my face is smashed into his chest.
“Would you be my girlfriend?” he whispers in my ear.
I let go of him and pull away, “Are you kidding me? Yes!” I exclaim, grabbing his beautiful face and pulling him to me. His hazel eyes shining like stars. And then I kiss him, softly yet passionate.
He starts to walk, pushing me at the same time, until we hit a wall. There he breaks away and grabs my hand. He starts kissing my hand, every inch he can find. And to be honest it kind of tickles. It takes all I have not to giggle. His left hand then grazes my front, causing me to shiver with longing, searching for my hoodies zipper. When he finds it, he pulls it down, and then he slides the hoodie of my shoulders. And in a matter of seconds my hoodie is on the floor by my feet.
“Not fair,” I moan as Dylan kisses my shoulder. “If some of my clothes comes off, yours should too”
“If you say so,” he responds in between kisses, and then I hear the sound of a zipper, and clothes sliding down. His pants? No, no it cant be.
I look down and see him struggling with his feet to dispose of his pants which are now at his ankles. My god, his boxers are soo hot. Pure black.
“You- know- I- meant- like- your- shirt,” I say in between breaths.
He laughs, then pulls his shirt off. “Your turn.” He announces.
“You’re kidding me right?” I ask, smiling.
“Nope, I’m not.” He answers pulling the bottom of my white tank top up.
“Wait,” I begin, putting my right hand on his warm chest. His heart beat racing. Aww. “Is your door locked?” I ask.
“Shit!” he exclaims. He practically jumps away from me, and runs over to the door. He turns the lock the other way, and then comes back to me.
God, he has such great legs. And arms. A great body

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