Dylan Welsh

I watched Mihyun talk to Ian, they are classmates after all; at rare occasions. Depending on Ian's schedule, Shelly was texting someone on her phone. It was awfully awkward here.

"Dylan." Mihyun looks at me, showing a worried look. "You haven't been speaking, are you okay?"

"It's just.. I'm having problems with my ex girlfriend. She's back." I told her, sitting upstraight. "Thanks for asking anyways."

"Who is she?"

"Marie Rachelle Andersen, she's a new student here; she came all the way from New York to Washington. Just to see me or study here."

"Rachelle..? I think I've seen her several times on campus awhile ago; she has red hair and black eyes. That girl isn't very modest."

"Tell me about it." I rolled my eyes, you are right; Mihyun. Rachelle isn't modest at all, she's like a slut who just wants money. Or that's what I think she's after.

A bright flash of lighting showed up from the sky, emitting a loud roar of thunder; making half of the people inside the cafe jump in shock.

Ian looked outside the window, the dew drops were already falling from above. It was raining hard.

"What time is it?" Shelly asks, Ian opened his iPhone with a simple push on the side; revealing his lockscreen. Showing the current time. "It's 4:39PM, we stayed that long here? We arrived at 4:03." Shelly sighs.

"Do you have any homework to do, Dylan?" Ian asks, "we can go home now if you'd like."

"No, I don't have any." I replied, I took a one last sip of my coffee. "I don't want to go home tha—"

My iPhone vibrates inside my bag, I pulled it out; opening it as it shows a message from that same number again.

0908-xxxx-xxx
Can u go to the dorm?

I sighed, closing my phone and shoving it inside the bag again. Ian and the girls looked at me with confusion, "who was that?" He asks.
"Oh, wrong number." I smiled awkwardly, I bet it's Rachelle.

"Oh, geez; I have a sketch to do at home. Thanks for the quick chat, Ian." Mihyun rose from her seat, grabbing her pink-n-white messenger bag with her. "I'll go home early today, Shelly. See you."

The girl walked out of the cafe, bringing out her white, transparent umbrella. "I need a quick smoke, then I'll head straight to Jess." Ian also stood from his seat, walking outside the cafe.

"It doesn't bother you when he smokes?" Shelly asked, wondering. "If he was my boyfriend, I would nag him to stop it."

I blushed, that's what I usually do to Ian. "Hey~, you're guilty!" Shelly laughs, covering her mouth. "I can't believe you and Ian are that close!"

"What do you expect between room mates, you and Mihyun are close too." I said, shrugging my shoulders; giving her the 'duh'.  "I mean, are you that close?"

"Kind of, Mihyun is not loud as me; she's shy and awkward since.. Her nationality differ from us, she doesn't know a thing or two about American slangs."

"What about you? You have a British accent."

"Who? Me? You're really cute, Dylan. I'm Australian, I grew up in Sydney as a child; until I moved to Washington when I was 13." Shelly chuckles, she was really outgoing and fun. "I like it here."

"Glad you are, I have been to Australia; it was separate trips for Darwin and Melbourne." I smiled, recalling my childhood.

"Really? Oh, next time; come to Sydney. Grandmama will happily let you stay at our house." She joked, I checked my phone. It was getting dark due to the stormy weather, I waved goodbye to Shelly as I grabbed my bag and went out of the cafe.

I looked around for Ian, my eyes narrowing through the heavy rain. "Ian!" I shouted, walking around the cafe; still underneath the roof. "Ian?!"

I felt a sharp tap on my shoulder, I flinched; turning around to see Ian. Who has a cigar in his lips, he was still smoking. "Finish your um, smoke break. I'll wait for you." I said.

"Nah, I'm done." He took out the cigarette from his lips and threw it away, puffing out the last smoke from his mouth. "I'm heading to Jessica's dorm, wanna come?"

I nodded my head, he smiles as we both walk fast through the heavy rain to reach Ian's SUV. Once we got inside, we dried ourselves and left.

"Your bruise on your cheek is annoying me." Ian said, taking an opportunity to take a quick glance on my cheek while driving. "It reminds me how Adrian harmed you."

"It's okay, Ian." I hid my bruise using my hand, it was swollen before but it was getting better. That Rachelle and the others didn't get bothered by its presence. "You don't need to get worried."

"Whatever." Ian scoffed, he took a sharp turn on the road; entering the university. A phone suddenly buzzed, producing a sound of a bell. "Whose phone is that?"

"Mine, sorry." I mumbled, scavenging through my blue backpack; fishing out my iPhone. I received another text from the same unknown number. "It's them again."

"Them who?" Ian repeated, arching an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Never mind." I hid my iPhone back in my bag, Ian stopped in front of the grey bricked building; I walked out of the car and ran inside. Without saying goodbye, because of the rain.

I entered the lobby, the living room was filled with students hogging the television; the kitchen was occupied by three familiar girls. Sabrina, Becky and Anne.

"Sabrina!" I exclaimed, the blonde stopped cooking and looked at me with her icy blue eyes. "Dylan, hello!" Sabrina gave me a big hug, she was wearing a light blue, polka-dotted apron over her white crop top shirt, she was wearing black Nike yoga pants and pink bunny slippers. Her best friends also greeted.

"Are you cooking for tonight?" I asked her, she nodded her head. "Yes. It's a wonderful experience, isn't it; girls?"

"Of course, Gordon Ramsay is shaking at my cooking skills!" Becky joked, waving her wooden spoon in the air; like a magic wand.

"It scares me." Anne blushes, stepping away from the heated firing pan. "It sounds stupid, I don't want to get burned..."

We all laughed, "I'll be waiting." I assured them; I waved goodbye and ran off upstairs.

I grabbed my silver keys from my backpack, twisting it inside the door knob and opening it. Sliding myself in, I opened the lights to reveal a medium or small sized room.

I threw my backpack on the bed, and removed my gray sweater; throwing it away to the laundry basket. I heard a very loud knock on the door, I sighed  walking to the door and opening it.

"Dilly!" Rachelle gushed, giving me a bear hug that will suffocate oxygen from my body. "I was looking all over for your in the campus, they said you went out with your room mate; Ian Anderson. I hope it's not too late to say this, do you wanna go out?"

"Go out?" I smirked slyly, how stupid can she be? "Rachie, can't you see the weather outside? It's like a hurricane out there; and I already went out with Ian."

"How about next time?" She twirled her red, strands of hair around her finger, seductively. "As friends?"

"Alright, you can stop bugging me afterwards. Tomorrow, 4:30PM. If you're late, you're dead." I slammed the door shut.

I sinked in front of the brown, polished door; I curled myself as a ball. I closed my eyes, trying to recall something from the past.

---

Dylan opened his eyes, he was in the place of his 16 year old self. He was known to be good at photography, so a lot of people admired his skills. Especially his status, his father and mother are famous journalists.

Dylan never felt love out of all the girls he've dated before, the feeling wasn't mutual; his girlfriend think it's love but to him it's scary and twisted how the women used him for 'other' things.

Rachelle is the sister of a woman who goes by the name Pebbles in the internet, she sells stylish clothes online to support her family after their father died because of illness. Therefore, Rachelle is also popular.

She heard about Dylan, they did have some classes before; she sat right in front of him during Math and English class. But she never really got to know him well.

Her bestfriends gush and love to talk about him, so she decided to befriend him.

The two became friends, they both have a lot in common. Until Rachelle decided to date him.

"What? You're dating Dylan, as in Dylan Welsh?" repeated her bestfriend, Rachelle nodded her head proudly.
"No way! I would rather date him than date Jackson. He's such a douche."

"He's very sweet." Rachelle said, referring to Dylan. "But.."

"You're dating Jackson." Reminded her other friend, holding her head in disappointment. "What are you gonna do about this?"

"... Oh I don't know, I can't break up with him. I guess I have to.."

"Two time them."

As Dylan was walking by the gym to go home, he saw his girlfriend fighting with a third-year highschool student; Jackson.

The two kissed and made up, Dylan backed away; running away before his girlfriend could see him.

---

"What do you mean cheated?" Rachelle furiously asks, her hand on her hips and she looked terribly angry. "I saw you with Jack, you kissed him." Dylan replied.

"What? No, t—"

"I think we should break up, I didn't feel love in you at all." Dylan snapped, he turned to his heel and left.

"Don't go." Was the last thing he heard from Rachelle, or shall we say 'Rachie'.

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I felt the door be pushed open, several times; I quickly got on to my feet and let the person in. It was Ian.

His dark brown hair was wet because of the rain, so as his clothes; I gulped when I saw his chest through his damp shirt.

"You ran all the way from the parking lot to here?" I asked him, I obviously knew what happened. "Yeah, I never been wet in my life." He replied, Ian shook himself to dry.

"I can't go to Jess like this." Ian complains, "I need to change— real quick." He went to his bed and crouched to its size, he lifted the maroon sheets to reveal drawers underneath the mattress.

I looked away immediately. From the corner of my eye, I saw Ian grab a black sweater. I felt myself blush when he took off his shirt. "You should dry yourself with a towel." I mumbled, Ian arched an eyebrow at me in confusion. "What? I don't have time, Dylan. I don't have time to take a shower or get a towel." He said, he slipped on his sweater.

"Let's go." Ian grabbed me by hand and brought me outside, we walked upstairs; which is the third floor. "You know her room?"

"Of course, it's 214."

We checked the labels of the wooden doors, 210.. 211.. 214.
"There's her room, let's go." I pointed at the door with the number 214. Ian walks towards the door, knocking on it.

Jessica answered the door, she was wearing a cozy green sweater dress. "Ian! I was sick worried you won't come."

"Sorry, we had to go somewhere." Ian said, "I completely forgot about it."
Jess frowned.

"It's okay." Jess replied, she looks at me; followed by Ian. "Um, Dylan; this talk is kinda.. Private, can you go?"

"Okay." I waved goodbye and went downstairs, going to my room. I unlocked the door and went inside. I flicked the light switch on, I laid in my bed.

"Oh geez." I murmured, my iPhone started ringing; I checked the caller ID. It was mom. "Hello?"

"Dylan!" Mom cheerfully exclaimed. "How are you doing? I'm still in Washington with Charlotte. Your brothers went home to New York by plane."

"Oh."

"By the way, Charlie is requesting you to join her tomorrow. Her checkup." Mom added. "Are you free tomorrow?"

"Um. I have a date tomorrow— not a date, actually; like a hangout session." I awkwardly said, mom gasped and laughs. "I think I can skip classes for Charlie."

"You think? Oh well, I have to send a letter then." Mom sighs. "Oh! Also, bring Ian along on Sunday. We'll have a family dinner before I go back home to New York again."

"Okay. Bye mom, love you."

"Love you too, honey."

I hung up and put my phone on the bedside table, I sat up; removing my shirt and pants. I pulled out my shorts from the drawers below my bed. I slipped it on and pulled the covers on top of me.

---

I couldn't sleep properly, I glanced at my clock; it was 10:00PM. Ian hasn't gone back home yet. I sighed, rubbing my eyes; then I blinked several times. "Ugh."

The lights flickered on, I scowled at the light bulb; narrowing my eyes. It was Ian, he was smirking. "Since when did you decide to sleep shirtless?" He asked.

Do you have a spare time to make out?

--authors note

we all need jesus.

First of all, Ian gets really feisty when he gets caught; Dylan acts rude when he's embarrassed. He doesn't accept the fact he's wrong.

FUN FACT: Ian's name was inspired by my male classmate, Ian J.

lol shoutout to my ex-crush i hope you die in hell.

5-20-17