I looked at his hand, then his smiling face. I grasped his hand in mine, "Dylan..." I stated. I looked at him, taking in all of his features. He had tousled light brown hair that looked so soft. I scanned my eyes up to his, and took in the beautiful color. They were the bluest eyes I had ever seen. Like an ocean, but not. Like the sky, but not.
A cough interrupted my thoughts. "Like something you see?" He flirted in a joking manner, with and over exaggerated wink added. I laughed and released his hand that I realised I had been holding for the entire time. Feeling bold today, I flirted back with the same joking manner. "Who knows? Maybe."
He laughed at my terrible attempt to flirt back.
I frowned, "Don't laugh at me okay I suck at flirting." I commented putting my hand up. He chuckled. "It's okay, I'm not really either." He leaned in to 'whisper', "I'm actually really awkward, but don't tell anyone. I'm new and I only have two friends so far." He concluded, blushing. Legitimately blushing. Wow, okay, that was really fucking cute. I threw my head back and laughed. "It's okay, I'm awkward too."
He smiled and nudged my side lightly.
"Well then, " He linked our arms together.
"Let's be awkward together."
Jesus Christ. Where has this boy been all my life?
*
Turns out that we had all but three classes together. Gym, Elective, and Math. We had spent the whole day together. He had already met Anna's boyfriend, Zach. So he knew one person he sat with at lunch. He got to know everyone easily. There was me, Anna, Zach, Austin, and Navaeh. We were all really close, and now we had Jason. He fit in with us great. He thought the "A-Team" were stupid also.
The "A-Team" are the group in school that owned the school. Victoria was the "leader" of this annoying ass group. She was the typical all American girl. Cheerleader, on the Student Council, Yearbook commity, and she drove me insane.
The A-Team consisted of Victoria, her three groupies, and 3 members of the football team. Joe McCain, Liam Jisser, and Nic Lake. Typical ass holes and bullies.
All in all, all five of us hated them with a burning passion.
**
End of August;
It's was now last period, Friday, Science. Jason and I were passing notes about some stupid shit.
The past month we had really gotten to know eachother. I usually didn't open up to people, especially boys. But I just felt like me and Jordan had known eachother for years. I could trust him with anything. I didn't think I had a type for boys, turns out my type is Jordan.
He was coming over to my house today so we could work on our history project about the Civil War.
Oh joy.
Note the sarcasm.
The bell finally rung. I scrapped my books off my desk and made my way to the door. I looked over to my right and there stood Jason. "Hey, you ready to go?" He questioned. I rolled my hazel eyes. "Duh. I've been ready to leave this hell hole since 7 am." I mumbled, grabbing his arm, and pulling him out the door. The blue eyed boy laughed loudly, trailing behind me out the door.
We walked out of the school building, into the parking lot. My eyes scraped over the cars, looking for my blue civic. My eyes landed on it and I walked in it's direction. I glanced to my side, checking that my blue-eyed friend was still following me. Jason was holding his books in his left hand, scrolling through his phone with his right.
"Jason!"
He jumped, dropping his books. I covered my mouth, giggling at him. He furrowed his eyes brows in a frown and began to pick up his books. He put on a pouty face and walked past me. I grabbed my mouth and stuffed a laugh. He turned to look at me and said "That wasnt very nice."
***
I pulled into the driveway of my red brick house. I put the car into park, pulled the keys out of the ignition, and turned to look at Jason.
"Ready to go in?" I ask. He nodded his head, popping out of the car. I followed, locking the car with a 'click. I threw my bag over my should, and got my house key. I walked up the steps, moving past Jason.
I unlocked the door and opened it, letting the scent of lilacs and vanilla hit my nose. Jason followed me in, shutting the door behind him.
"Dyliana, is that you?" I sighed, she knows I don't like it when she calls me by my full name. Jason looked at me funny, "Dyliana?" He asked in a joking manner. I shook my head, putting my hands up. "Shut up."
He smirked, knowing he had a way to tease me now.
"Yeah Mom, it's me." I called back. I walked towards the stairs, and motioned with my hand for Jason to follow me. My mom came walking down the stairs with a laundry basket. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Jason. She readjusted the basket on her hip, cocking her head to the side. "Who's this?" She questioned, looking at him.
"Er- Mom, this is-"
"Jason. I'm one of Dylan's friends and we're going to work on our history project." He interupted, flashing a smile and sticking his hand out. She shifted the basket of clothes on her hip, giving herself a free hand. She grabbed his hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you, I'm Dylan's mom."
"Nice to meet you Mrs.Hale." He said nodding his head, and releasing her hand. "Please," She waved her hand in the air. "Call me Johannah." She smiled.
"Well we better get to work!" I interupted, grabbing his hand and pulling him up the stairs. He laughed, grabbing both of our backpacks.
I walked to the end of the hall, opening my door. I plopped down on my bed, Jason following.
I curled into his chest, drapping my hand over his stomach.
"I don't wanna do this fucking project," I mumbled into his bicep.
He sighed, running his fingers through my hair. "Me either, but we have to," he continued, "I'm gonna go put my sweatpants on."
I rose my eyebrows, "Sweatpants?"
He shrugged, rummaging through his bag, "Well I didn't know how long I would be here," He pulled them out and grabbed the door knob,
"So I figured I might as well get comfy, yeah?" He smiled and walked out.
I watched his back move underneath his plain black t-shirt.
Jesus Christ he was muscular. He had a nice body. I wasn't the only one who noticed. Victoria from the A-Team had a taken a liking to Jason. Sending him flirty winks and passing him notes. 'Course he would throw them away and toll his eyes.
Ah, I've taught this one well.
He walked back in the room, closing the door behind him.
He was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants.
That's it.
That's why I had an itty, bitty heart attack.
But that's not what made me gasp.
He turned to put his clothes back in his bag, and I saw his back.
He had angel wings tattooed on his back, converting it entirely. They were so detailed, outlining each and every feather with a shadow.
The way his back muscles moved with the ink amazed me.
"What the hell," I whispered.
He turned back around, glancing at me with innocent eyes.
I stood up from my spot on the bed and walked up to him.
I walked around him and gently put my finger tip on the tattoo, beginning to trace the outline.
"When did you get these?" I asked, still tracing the tattoo. Slight goose bumps arose on his skin.
"About six months ago," He mumbled.
"Mm," I managed to make out, afraid to use my voice.
The tattoo was so detailed. Every shadow, lining, and shape of each feather that was there.
"Having fun there?" He joked.
"Yeah, but I'm done." I spoke and moved around to the front of him. I smiled at him, and he returned it, moving to get our work stuff supplies out of his backpack. I sat on my bed, pulling my laptop on to my lap.
We worked for hours.
Four, to be exact.
"Done." I finished typing the last part of our newspaper on the Civil War. He sighed, running his hands over his face.
"Thank God."
I shut my laptop and lay back on my bed.
"Can we take a nap please?" I questioned sticking out my bottom lip.
He chuckled quietly, putting his head down.
He opened his mouth to speak, but my mother interrupted us.
"Come downstairs guys, dinner is ready!"
" Let's go ahead and go eat I'm starving!" He stated, getting up from the bed. He has other hand held me up from my laying down position.
"Wait!" I started.
He whipped his head around, flashing his big blue eyes in me.
"Yes?"
I smiled at his innocence.
"Go put a shirt on, please."
He frown slightly, "What, you don't like looking at me shirtless?"
My eyes widened, and I shook my head rapidly back and forth.
" No no no!"
" I-I mean my parents in everything I just thought that-"
He put his head down and chuckled quietly to himself.
"I was just playing Dylan, of course I'll go put a shirt on stop stressing," He said playfully.
The blue eyed boy walked past me in back into my room to grab a shirt.
His tattoos moved with his scope the back muscles.
Jesus Christ, what was this boy doing to me?
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