As Ocean drove me home in her dark blue Honda, I told her exactly what happened during History class. In my head it seemed like the whole incident took quite a long time, but as I said it out loud, it probably would've only taken twelve minutes.

"Well, I guess all I can tell you Mack, is good luck." Ocean kept her eyes on the road but I heard the sympathy in her voice.

We pulled up at my beige, two story house. I grabbed my navy blue backpack and gazed at Ocean, finding her to be doing the same in return.

"Thanks for the ride once again, ma'am," I smiled, winking at her.

She let out a soft giggle and replied,"Anytime, my good lady."

I stepped out the car and the sound of my regular, cool-toned voice was regained. "Later Ocean."

Ocean waved goodbye and drove of with the powerful sound of her engine revving through my village.

The second I opened the black painted door to my royal purple room, I flung myself on my soft comfortable bed. I sat up and inhaled the calming scent of lavender.

Immediately after relaxing myself, I began talking to my reflection in my wardrobe's mirror,"Okay Mack, you've had a long complicated day at school and it's about to get a whole lot more complexed in—" I checked my watch "—an hour. So get your shit together and do whatever you have to do, to pass your assignment."

When I was finished with my little pep-talk, I hit my showers and started getting ready.

I didn't want to get too fancied up to go at Dylan's, just in case that he got the wrong idea. So, I wore a plain blue knitted sweater with a white flower, printed at the front. For my bottom half, I threw on thick, dark blue leggings and a pair of white, ankle, slip-on sneakers with blue laces.

I took out my phone and for the first time in years, I texted Dylan. Send me your address.

A few seconds later, my phone buzzed, Sutton Avenue #42.

"Okay, at least it's not far," I thought.

I approximated that it would take me fifteen minutes to get to his house. It was already twenty minutes till four o'clock.
Not caring that I'd be late, I took my time to assemble all that we could possibly need for this project and stuffed everything into my school bag.

My mum was sat down at the television, looking at some drama-filled, reality show. Dad wouldn't be home till seven and I assumed that my big sister, Ariel had extra Math classes.

"Hey mum, I'm taking the car out with me, okay?" I called out, distracting her from the screen as I made my way down the staircase.

She gave me a questioning look,"Where you going, hun?"

"At..at a..classmate's to work on a History project."
"Oh, well you have fun then."

"Mum, I don't think I will. But I'll be back by six."

She laughed and said,"Bye then, honey. Love you."

"Love you too, mum."

I jumped into our maroon Kia and pulled all my hair back, into a high, messy ponytail and drove off to Dylan's place.

My Five Seconds Of Summer playlist kept me occupied, singing along to every lyric till I arrived.

Parking in front of a mansion-like house, I couldn't help but huff,"Maybe that's half the reason why he has a bratty attitude."

The structure was pretty big compared to my house, or any other that I've actually seen with my own eyes for that fact. A grand platinum gate connected huge stone walls that surrounded the massive house. Several flowering trees and plants could be seen spotted here and there in the distance and I had the feeling that they had a massive pool at the far back, left of the house, due to lawn chairs laid out and the outdoor shower. The entire building itself was covered in limestone tiles and the small areas that wasn't, had been painted dark jersey cream. The entire area must've not been less than several million dollars.

After letting myself absorb the incredibility of the place, I felt as though, I might as well call it a mansion.

I walked up to the massive gate and buzzed a button that sat on a voice box.

It made a static sound then someone answered in a crispy voice,"Manchester's residence, how may I help you?"

I froze for a moment, stunned, then spoke up,"U-um..yes..Dylan Manchester..uh..should be expecting me...Mackenzie Blues."

  Did they actually have a bottler or something? How rich was he?

Before I could rant on and further embarrass myself, the silver gates made a loud clicking sound and swung open.

With my feet, somehow turned to Jell-O, I reluctantly strolled in.

I tried to walk at a moderate pace but my mind kept telling me, Walk faster. Faster. C'mon, hustle. There could be an expensive dog, with better clothes than you, watching and just waiting to attack.

Finally making it to the short staircase, made from limestone rock, that lead to a large bronze front door with very artistic detailed patterns, I pressed on another button.

I waited as patiently as I could, wondering what to expect when I entered.

After a long minute of waiting, the door opened and the boring face of Dylan greeted me.

His strong cologne smacked me right in the face. He wore blue washed stained jeans and a plain olive green t-shirt. His feet was bare and his hair was messy, as though he had just woke up.

I believed that he scanned my look the same way I did to him, because we both stared at each other top to bottom.

Then, our gaze met and I instantly looked away, feeling my face heating up.

Thankfully, for the first time in my life of knowing that idiot, he did something helpful and broke the awkward silence.

"You can come in, you know," he made way for me and gestured me to enter.

I gulped and stepped inside.