After having heard the irritating, although handsome boy, with the sharp cheek bones, and Rammstein shirt, you couldn’t wait to get to your next class. You weren’t sure why, but his statement really annoyed the hell out of you. When the bell rang signaling the end of the class, you packed up your things and put your headphones back on and played your music and wandered off in search of your History class.
Finally, after some pointless meandering, you found your class, and strolled right in and sat a few rows towards the back. Not having had breakfast that morning, your stomach was starting to growl. You sighed and glanced around. Next to you was yet another blonde girl, and she was chatting with the dirty blonde haired boy sitting directly in front of you. Although, you noticed, he seemed to be very distracted, and couldn’t answer his friend right away. You sighed yet again, grateful that at least they weren’t giving you the side eye like most of the people here. As soon as the Teacher walked in, she started her no-nonsense speech about the class, and asked everyone to get into groups of three or four to begin the semester long project. You felt your stomach drop. You may have been great at ignoring assholes and being on your own, but when it came to these social settings… you just…drowned.
Fortunately for you, the blonde girl and dirty blonde haired boy looked around and noticed you. “She seems alright Dyl, no?” the girl asked almost as if teasing him. The boy glanced at you quickly and almost nervously, and nodded. “Hey, my name’s Robyn, and this is Dylan, do you want to be in our group?” You quickly accepted, relieved, and the three of you put your tables together.
“I’m Y/N, by the way. Nice to meet you Robyn. Nice to meet you Dylan.”
“Are you new?”, the boy named Dylan asked you shyly.
You turned to give him your full attention, and you couldn’t help but stare at him for just a moment. He had long locks of dirty blonde hair, with ocean blue eyes, and even sitting down slouching, his towering height was apparent. He had on some kind of cloth necklace, with a black NIN shirt, blue jeans, and combat boots. He had very strong facial features that for now, made him look a bit odd and even goofy looking. But underneath, you were able to glimpse a hint of the man he would become.
You were only looking at him for a brief moment, before you responded smiling slightly at him, “Yeah, I just moved from California.” At that moment, your stomach let out a particularly loud rumble. You could have died of embarrasment, but instead, Dylan reached into his backpack and pulled out a package of Chips Ahoy, and quietly offered you some, “Lunch is still sometime away, help yourself please.” You felt your ears get hot, as you said thanks and helped yourself. You peaked up at Dylan to steal one last look at him.
Walking between the two boys, you could feel a nervous energy radiating from Dylan. You glanced up at him, and gave him a small smile when he quickly looked down at you and he grinned sheepishly. You were ecstatic that Dylan had thought to come over and ask to sit with him, even though the invitation had technically come from someone else…to sit with more of them. Oh well, no matter. You’ll take what you got.
At the table you were introduced to the other guys Nate, Zach, Brooks, and a girl named Devon, and you already knew Robyn. You sat down at an empty chair next to Robyn, and immediately Eric took the chair next to you. Dylan hesitated for a brief moment before deciding to sit down directly across from you. He gave you a small encouraging smile, before looking quickly away. As soon as everyone had been introduced to you, they all began to bombard you with questions about where you lived before, the kind of music you liked, why you moved, so on and so forth. You answered as best you could without showing how distracted you actually were. You kept stealing quick glances towards Dylan here and there, and you both kept catching each others eye. You couldn’t help but to (unsuccessfully, of course) suppress a grin, and you noticed he too, had a small (although noticeably insecure) smile playing on his lips.
“So why did YOU pick philosophy?” a voice next to you interrupted your thoughts. You turned towards the direction of the voice, and found yourself facing Eric. “I wanted to broaden my horizons.” you replied solemnly. He raised an eyebrow, and you cracked a grin at him, “I’m only half serious dude. Relax.” you heard chuckling from in front of you and you just had to look up at Dylan, again. You both made eye contact, and couldn’t help it this time, you both broke into complete smiles. Flushing slightly, you turned to look elsewhere and just happened to catch a very curious expression on Robyn’s face.
Eric didn’t seem to notice any of this, as his complete attention had been focused on you. Somehow, he managed to draw you back into conversation, which you didn’t mind as he was not only a good looking guy, he was actually very interesting. The two of you were discussing Rammstein when you had pointed out his shirt. Eric, for some stupid reason, seemed very impressed that you even knew the band. As the two of your conversation progressed, you noticed that Dylan was picking at his hands morosely and didn’t look up at you anymore. Lunch was soon over, and almost immediately Eric offered to walk you to class. “Uhh, sure Eric, thanks for the offer,” you said, but glanced over at Dylan. Not wanting to be rude, but having at least enjoyed your conversation you accepted. You had been hoping Dylan might have offered, but as soon as Eric had asked you, he looked away and started playing with a pen. As you got up to leave with Eric in search of your next class, you looked back at Dylan and saw him looking right at you with the strangest expression on his face. He reddened slightly, “Bye Dylan,” you called out smiling at him. He nodded his head and grinned slightly as he followed you with his eyes as you walked out.
"So Dyl, I think that Y/N, might have a thing for you.“ a female voice broke into Dylan’s thoughts. He quickly tried to clear his head but he couldn’t help, like always, give himself away by reddening. "I don’t know what you mean Robyn.” Dylan muttered hastily. She gave him a knowing smile, “Uh huh, suuure Dyl, whatever you say.” Robyn looked at Dylan for a second longer before saying kindly, “And I think you have a thing for Y/N too, don’t you Dylan?” Dylan didn’t reply, he just turned more visibly red before scurrying away to his next class.
Dylan didn’t even pay attention in his next class. His mind full of what Robyn had said. He got these horrid butterflies in his stomach at the thought that no, he wasn’t crazy, Y/N may also be interested in him. In him! Of all people, she had graced him with even looking in his direction. Of course Dylan was instantly attracted to Y/N from the moment she had walked into the room. She walked with a quick and confident pace, and had the most dreamy and spacy facial expression. When he saw her walk in their direction he felt as if he couldn’t remember his own name. When she sat behind him, he felt as if his entire backside were on fire, and couldn’t concentrate on what he had been saying. When she turned to look at him to answer him, he caught her wonderful vanilla scent and he felt as if he had truly not lived until that very moment. And when she gazed at him in such a peculiar dreamy manner, he knew that he wasn’t alone.
He knew that such a beautiful dreamily distracted girl would draw attention, both good and bad. He noticed that as spacy as she may have seemed, she caught on quick to when people were being hostile or judgemental. It didn’t even seem to bother her in the slightest, as she usually gave them her full attention and smiled broadly at them. Dylan was impressed at what polar ends this birdmad girl could be at. So when Eric asked about her, he wasn’t surprised, Y/N left an impression on most. He was distraught however to see that his friend had an active interest in her, and was doing his best to pursue her. Dylan didn’t think he could ever be good enough for Y/N, so he was certain that she would prefer Eric. He had however, such a burning feeling of desperate hope when she turned around and smiled only for him.
The sound of the bell ringing broke through his thoughts. He gathered his things and walked to his final class of the day. He was walking deep in thought, that he somehow managed to ignore the usual assholes he encountered. Someone yelled some obscenity at him, that he just managed to ignore. He smiled to himself, thinking how the mere thought of Y/N was enough to keep him going through all the daily bullshit he endured. Dylan finally got to his class, and like always, made his way towards the back and sat down. He was staring out the window, idly wondering just how awful this class would be, when he caught the aroma of something like…vanilla? He looked around and saw Y/N sitting behind him, staring and smiling at him openly. He felt his heart stop, and start again, as a smile slowly spread across Dylan’s face. “Hey Y/N, I almost didn’t see you.” he couldn’t believe his luck, she was in his last class of the day, and he didn’t have to share her.
“You remind me of sunshine Dylan,” Y/N blurted out. Almost imediately she seemed horrified at herself for having said that out loud. He felt his face get hot, and was trying hard not to smile like crazy. He was at a loss for words so he just muttered a quiet “Thanks”. He looked around and noticed she had her book out again, but upon closer inspection he saw that it seemed to be a type of comic. “What are you reading?” he asked curiously. “Watchmen. Heard of it?” he shook his head. “Dude you’re missing out on life!” and she launched into a brief description of the comic as she held it out for Dylan to look at. He smiled as he flipped through the pages and looked up at her occasionally as she spoke, and he couldn’t help but notice that her book smelled very faintly of incense. “I like your shirt Dyl,” she said almost shyly. Dylan glanced down at his shirt slightly embarrassed, “You like Nine Inch Nails too?” she nodded smiling. “Maybe we can listen to them when we work on our project?” he smiled at her widely and suggested, “Robyn would hate that. So we should probably do it.” she burst into laughter, and Dylan couldn’t help himself, he stared at Y/N just simply happy to be smiling and laughing with her.
“Will you look at that fellas?” a voice broke into their conversation, “Looks like the faggot finally found himself a dyke for a girlfriend!” Dylan didn’t have to turn around to see that it was definitely a footbal player by the name of Carl that had come to torment him. He didn’t care so much that he came to bother him, but it sure as hell pissed him the fuck off that he would come to torment Y/N too. He made a furious motion to stand, but what immediately stopped him was Y/N’s small delicate hand on his arm. He glanced at her quickly, and noticed that she was looking up at their tormentor with a serene smile. “So which one of us is it dude?” she asked calmly. That threw Carl off completely, “Wh-what?” by that point, the class was watching the entire exchange, but of course, no one said anything. “According to this scenario, we’re both interested in the same sex, but for some reason, dating each other?” she paused to let that statement sink in. Dylan started to grin slowly as he realized that Y/N had single handedly made Carl look like the fool he was. There were giggles that accompanied her statement, as Carl stood around opening and closing his mouth, clearly not clever enough to think up a retort. Y/N’s expression changed from peaceful, to suddenly cold, “If you’re going to insult us,” she started acidly as the teacher walked into the classrom, “at least make sure your insults make sense."
….and just like that, Dylan knew there wasn’t anything he would not do for her.