My Bestfriends Boyfriend is my Mate.

Chapter 3

*Updated, 2024*

"Go ahead, find a seat where ever." The teacher oozed. A faint smile brightened her face, as her gaze lingered a little too long on the student beside her. She blinked then, her expression shifting abruptly as Dylan failed to reciprocate her look.

Creepy.

"Thank you, Mrs. Thompson." He muttered. With his black leather bag swung over his shoulder, he sauntered towards me.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

I slowly shook my head at him...and his response was a smug smirk, as if he was replaying the same earlier interaction that I had been feeling unsteady about. And by the way that his eyes gleamed, and how smug his lips were pulled up in their corners - it was as though he relished in the challenge I gave him, signaling a silent agreement.

Game on.

Game on to that challenge I threw at him - a subtle duel to determine whether he was genuinely decent or if I needed to discover the truth for myself.

I shot him a glare, as he nonchalantly dropped his bag on the table - sitting directly in front of me.

I didn't say a word, just watched him - as the surrounding students couldn't help but glance our way, their eyes undoubtedly wondering where our new addition had come from - and why he would sit here, with me.

So much for trying to be unnoticed.

"I hope you don't mind?" He asked, flashing a playful grin, his eyes still holding onto mine. "I just couldn't resist the thrill of sitting next to the infamous Jubilee." he quipped, now grabbing his bag to set it on the floor underneath his seat.

I continued to stare coolly at him, before my eyes finally rolled. "You say infamous like it's a bad thing, but I prefer to think of it as being unforgettable."

I take out my phone then, sending a text to Sam.

To: Sammie

Internet guy is in my class.

I looked up at him again, students still piling through the room. Small whispers coming from them, orchestrating gossip as they ogled.

"So, did you bring the drama with you wherever you transferred from?" I raised an eyebrow, breaking the talk of the students around us as they pretended not to eavesdrop.

Dylan leaned back in his chair, bringing his hands up to rustle his dark hair, "Oh I carry a bit of mystery with me wherever I go. Keeps things... interesting."

My phone buzzed then, I glanced down.

From: Sammie

Aw! Keep an eye out on him for me, love yoo <3

I scoffed, both at his and her response. "Interesting or chaotic?"

He chuckled, and the corners of his lips twitched. "Well, chaos does have its own charm, wouldn't you agree?"

"Charm is overrated. I prefer predictability."

"Predictability is boring," he shot back, his gaze falling to the phone in my hands. "Life's more fun when you don't know what's around the corner."

Now that - I could definitely argue against.

However, this conversation doesn't require a history lesson about my life.

I slowly shook my head, a smirk now playing on my lips. "Says the guy who just walked into our little high school soap opera."

The students couldn't help but steal glances, clearly intrigued by the exchange. Meanwhile, a hushed conversation took place on the outskirts of our little scene. A group of girls, I realized -  one of them being recognizable as she stood up with her bag and made her way over to our table.