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You were at your locker and looked over to see Dylan. He was already staring at you, but he looked away quickly.
You always caught him staring at you, whether it'd be in class, lunch, or from his locker. You both talked before and you wondered if he likes you the way you like him.
While you were in your thoughts about Dylan, you felt a presence lean on the locker next to yours. You looked over and saw that it was Jacob from your English class.
You knew him because he asked to hook up with you, but you ended up rejecting him since you obviously had eyes for someone else. He was also just a flirt, he basically just wanted to hook up since he admired your body.
You sigh. "Yes?"
"I'm just admiring the view." He chuckled.
You almost vomit in your mouth since he's just doing what a fboy does...
"Haha, so sweet." You give a fake smile. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get to class." You say but he puts an arm out on the side of your locker stopping you in your tracks and you got startled.
"Jacob seriously." You say and try to go around him. He kept walking in your way.
You roll your eyes. "You're going to make me late." You say.
"So? You're in that class with me anyway. We may as well go together." He says leaning in a little close.
You nervously laugh and step back. "Appreciate it but I'd rather be with anyone but you right now."
"Come on Y/N." He says as he touched a strand of your hair and you backed away but he stepped closer. Dylan's attention was on you.
You looked around and saw people just pass by. Soon the hallway got quiet since everyone left.
"So... About hooking up-"
"No." You shrug.
"Why're you so scared?" He asks and extends his hand out and placed it on your butt. You immediately slapped him and he winced.
"What the hell?!" You start to raise your voice.
"I'm just trying to have some fun." He laughs. "Don't be a bitch." He says grabbing your arm.
"Stop let go!" You say and he laughs.
"You heard her." You hear a voice say and you looked up to the tall figure.
It was Dylan. Your eyes widened when he punched Jacob across the face. He held his jaw and came after Dylan, swinging a punch. Dylan caught his fist then grabbed his shirt hitting him against the locker.
"What's your problem?!" Jacob yells.
"My problem is that your bothering Y/N." He says in a dark tone. "You're the real bitch around here." Dylan says to him with gritted teeth.
