With You┃Dylan O'Brien ⓵

Chapter Thirty-Two : A Bad Start

Thursday morning I do not, repeat not, want to wake up for school. After Winter break, who's ever heard of waking up at six in the morning? Not Anita Burns. Luckily, since they started the week on a Thursday like some idiots, we only have a two-day week!

This morning I am woken up way early, even before my alarm, due to my fuzzy companion licking my face repeatedly. I scrunch up my face before slowly opening my eyes and sitting halfway up. Ophelia barks once while I rub the sleep from my eyes.

I look at the time on my phone, which reads 5:47am. Gross. The last thing I want to be right now is awake, but I know that if I don't take my little Ophelia outside, a portion of my white carpet will be tinted yellow. And possibly brown. All I know is, I like my white carpet and I love my puppy, so I stretch well before zipping up a warm sweater and slipping on my fuzzy Ugg boots.

The sky is muggy and gray full of clouds while I sit on the front steps, letting Ophelia wander around freely in the front of the house. It's so freaking cold, I need warmth. My puppy takes a good seven minutes outside before we can finally head inside and I don't have to worry about a dog's redecoration in my house.

I pour some food into her pink bowl in the kitchen for her breakfast which she happily begins to chow down immediately.

I feel so tired, ugh.

Sighing as I lean against the granite counter, I realize my resistance is futile; I might as well start getting ready for school. On the bright side, I get to see Dylan, Naomi, and Adrian! And Michelle! I only hope the teachers will be easy on us since it is our first day back.

Probably not, though, as the majority of high school teachers lack sympathy for their students, and seem to enjoy making our lives more difficult than they need to be.

And then there's cheer practice after school... Wonder how that will be, seeing as I haven't practiced or stretched once over break.

I take my time in the shower, since I woke up even earlier than I initially planned to. It's kind of nice though, and wakes me up well. I do my makeup while listening to my favorite Broadway songs through my earphones.

When it comes time to do my hair, I automatically begin to put my hair half up like I normally do, as if my hands are set on some sort of autopilot. But I stop when I remember what Dylan told me about wearing my hair down.

After he convinced me to do so in the first place, wearing my hair down in front of Dylan was becoming easier for me to get used to. Wearing it that way to school, however, was a different story. I go back and forth about it in my head for a while before I decide, hell, why not? New year, new hair style?

I straighten it lightly and situate it to my liking before staring at my reflection in the mirror. My long brown and blonde hair goes halfway past my torso. I like it this length.

Then I stare admiringly at my necklace that my boyfriend gave me for Christmas, and a smile grows across my features. I haven't taken the precious thing off my neck once, since I first got it. I love it too much, and seeing it just reminds me why I should be so happy to wake up in the first place.

Last night, Dylan and I decided he'd be driving the pair of us to school this morning. He hasn't driven his car too much since he got it, then again he's only had it for just over a week.

Nevertheless, he is more than excited to take it for a whirl. Hopefully this time it isn't stolen and used a meth lab on wheels, heheh.

I go to get dressed and seeing how cold it is, I decide on a plain black t-shirt and pink zip-up hoodie. But then I go to put on my pants and notice a problem. All of my pants are too freaking big for me, and it annoys me to a certain extent. Done with trying to fit into my jeans, I slip on a pair of black leggings instead before hopping into my Uggs.