YOUR POV-
BRING BRING
My alarm went off.
Another day of school. Another day of hell.
I crawled out of my comfy bed and went in the bathroom. I straightened my hair and then curled it and brushed my teeth (her outfit above).Then, I went downstairs and saw my drunk mom on the sofa, beer bottles and a huge wine bottle surrounding her. I shake my head at her. I wish I didn't live here I thought. My mom's eyes fluttered open, "Mom, can you drive me to school?" I say. "Worthless brat, drive yourself!" She yelled, still intoxicated. She throws the keys at me, making me flinch. I don't even have my license yet.
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I finally arrive to school. I decided I'd rather ride the bus then get pulled over. I walk out and almost trip when someone runs into me. "Sorry babe." He did not just call me that. Dylan O Brien... The school's bad boy. He's the best party thrower, I've heard. My friend, Clara, is a big party animal. He also does drugs. Mostly weed and cocaine. I shutter as he stands there and waits for me to answer him. "Uh no problem I guess?" I say and walk off. I hear him calling my name over and over again as he catches me in the hall. "Wait uh Y/N! Can I just talk to you?" He yells. I stop in my tracks, why would he talk to me? He catches his breath, "Uh maybe after school? I'll DM you my address on Instagram." He says. I nod and continue walking down the hall. I can still feel eyes burning the back of my neck. I can tell, hes still staring. I turn around and there he was, staring at me. When he notices I see, he awkwardly turns around and looks else where. I couldn't help but smile and blush.
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My Drug
FanfictionDylan O Brien, the famous bad boy at your school, takes interest in you. When you realize what things he takes for 'joy' you start slowly falling into his actions. Will you realize it's not good for your health? Or keep with his addictions?
