Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Our Session Pt.2

A/N: Since, it was requested, I did it. I really thought that it was bad, so yep. Also, Allan Rickman died today, I've been crying the whole day

Y/N POV

I felt my heart sink. How did I treat him like that when I could've know that he didn't want to hurt me. That he didn't want to be pervy or rude. But, obviously he was.

I stood their for a minute, not knowing what the reply back to him. I felt eyes from all around the hallway glued on me. I took a deep breath and started to speak. But I was too nervous because I hate talking infront of crowds.

I walked closer to Dylan and whispered my answer into his ear. A smile grew onto his face, until he screamed "SHE SAID YESSSSS!!!"

I giggled, as he did his victory dance. The hallway filled with "congrats" and "good job, bro, you were joking when you said you hated me?" But, his reply to most "no, i really do hate you," he said in a cheery matter. We didn't have much a first date. More of a first session. ^-^

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3 weeks later, we were still together surprisingly. I went to school, in his car and he gave me a piggyback ride to all of my classes. We constantly always held hands, never letting go of each other. It was so much PDA for my bestfriend, but she ended up dating his friend. As they say, 2 for two bestfriends. I think his name is Tyler.... Posey?

A/N [another one]: hope you like it. Pt. 3? Probably not, but whetever. Bye.