Melanie's POV
I wake up with an arm around my waist. What? I slowly open my eyes, being slightly blinded by the sunshine shining through the window, I turn to my left and see a shirtless Dylan with his arm still around me, snuggled into my second pillow. Only then do I realise that I told him he can sleep on my bed with me because I thought it'd be rude to leave him on the couch when I have a king size bed.
I try to not wake him up by not moving too much, I grab my phone from my night stand and unplug it from my charger. By the time I unplug my phone, Dylan grunts a couple of times and removes his arm from around my waist. I look to my left and see him leaning his head on the headboard of my bed, already smirking. I swear, god gave him a smirk instead of a smile.I roll my eyes and start entering my pin to my phone.
Suddenly, the door bursts opens and my mom comes into the view and freezes on the spot still holding onto the door handle. "I swear it's not what it looks like" I say in a monotone trying to sound as cool about it as possible. Not that anything happened, but she doesn't know that and knowing Dylan and his reputation, it's not likely he'd sleep in someone's bed without actually sleeping with them, but she doesn't know that either.
Without a word she just slowly closes the door, probably processing what she just saw and leaves. Meanwhile I look at Dylan and see his smirk turn into a smile, "Don't start" I warn him pointing my index finger at him, getting off from the bed and into the bathroom. Before I get to leave, he starts laughing, "I'm not doing anything" I roll my eyes and make my way to the bathroom without looking back.
After brushing my teeth, hair and washed my faced I came out and saw Dylan still leaning his head against the headboard of my bed, he hasn't even moved a tiny bit, I take it he's not a morning person. In about three minutes my mum knocks on my door before coming into my room again to tell us we're really late for school and that's when I realised we have school trip that Miss Williams organised because last time Dylan and his delinquents were breaking the rules and messing about, instead of going to the museum we went to the theme park so now as our punishment the whole class has to go to the museum again because apparently it's educational and to be quite honest, I'm excited.
I look at the time that reads 9.45am. I squeal in horror, jumping towards Dylan to pull him out of the bed, noticing he's only in his underwear. My eyes trail up and down his almost naked body, when I realise what I'm doing I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts in my head and throw his clothes right into his arms. I avert my eyes away allowing him to put his clothes back on as I walk down to the bathroom again, this time to actually get dressed.
Since it's a nice day, I picked out a pair of denim light blue shorts with a white vest and a flowery blouse over it, since we're going to the museum I expect it to be a bit colder than outside and I'll match the outfit with my light blue headband and white vans. What am I going to do with my hair? I don't know yet. I might put my hair into a messy ponytail or just leave it out, we'll see.
I come back from the bathroom and see Dylan giving me a once over making me blush a tiny bit, of coouuuuurse I didn't dress nice for him. Ha bullshit. Stop it brain. He wolf whistles at me as soon as I get close enough to him and tries to hug me but instead I give him the last toothbrush from my five-pack and he rolls his eyes as he makes his way down to the bathroom.
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After arriving to the museum an hour late, we talked to the receptionist but he didn't want to let us in, saying he wanted some proof that we are on a school trip, Dylan tried handling it because he tried talking it out with him "like a man" but lets just say he failed so I had to take over and use my persuasive skills or innocence shall we say to prove him otherwise.
"And this is one of the rarest paintings done by Claude Monet" the tour guide informs us about the painting.
"The painting was complete in 1922, done with nothing but oil paint-"
"I don't see what's so special about a bridge" I avert my eyes from the tour guide when Dylan decides to whisper in my ear sending shivers right down my spine. I smile and roll my eyes, of course he wouldn't understand art, the closest he'll ever get to art is thinking that football is art itself probably.
"Let's go" he whispers again this time slipping his hand into mine and interlocking it making my heart skip a beat, and here I thought that Johnny was the troublemaker. "Dylan, I don't wanna get into trouble again" I say in a softer voice being very careful that I don't distract anyone. "You won't, I promise." he says as he takes my other hand and lightly start pulling me out from the crowd but I stop myself, feeling as if someone is staring at us.
I look behind and see Tasha in full pink again, not a surprise, shooting daggers at me, her expression says it all, she simply doesn't want me being around him. I can't help but think about the time she told me to stay away from him and I tried to but ever since Dylan started being Dylan around me, not Dylan Dylan, but Dylan Dylan, like the real Dylan, the Dylan that no one knows about, I feel like there's two parts of him, a part of that popular guy, womanizer and the captain of the football team and then another part of Dylan where he's nice, sweet, tries to be romantic and tries to be funny but isn't funny which is what makes him funny. I don't know, I'm going crazy I know that for sure.
The old me would run as fast as I could if something like that ever happened to me, not that I ever thought that someday I'd be hanging around the popular club but if that day were to come like it came now, I would have ran off because I'd think its a crime and it would just freak me out. First of all I'd ask why they'd want to hang out with me, then I'd ask what made them change their minds because I thought they hated people like me or nerds as they like to call us, and third of all I'd ask them who dared them to do this. But now the new me, I just take it in normally as if it was just a part of my life now, me kissing and holding Dylan, I don't know what we are, but we're definitely not friends, or at least not in my eyes.
"Come on" he casually says as he drags me out of the crowd and I give in. I know I really shouldn't be messing with Tasha and I should stop hanging out with Dylan because she can literally destroy me, but you know what, life is too short to over-think everything, so I'm going to risk it and whatever comes, comes. Wow I even sounded like him for a second.
I give him a warm smile as I let go of one of his hands, still keeping one of them interlocked with his as we make our way down the corridor. We come to a point where there's a closed door with a red rope and a sign that says: do not enter. Why do I feel like we're going to do something extremely stupid and enter? I watch Dylan as he steps behind the red rope with the sign, "It clearly says do not enter, it's there for a reason Dylan" I say when he holds his hand out for me to take, "Yeah and that's exactly why we should enter." Oh god, typical.
Life is too short right? With hesitation I extend my hand out and then look into his eyes and a sudden wave of trust comes over me, as if something inside me was tempting to do it because no matter how stupid the plan would be, I'd be in it with him. Oh god I sound so sentimental. I step over the red rope still holding onto his hand as he opens the door and leads me into the room or whatever it is that's behind it.
We walk into the room full of paintings and old jewellery placed in big wooden treasure chest, both of our eyes widen as we see how much gold and silver there is in the five treasure chests, Dylan quickly goes back to close the door so that no one comes inside, "Someone's coming. Quick" he quickly says but before I can process what he just said or anything that was happening around us, his lips ended up on mine taking me by surprise, no matter how many times he kisses me it still gets to me.
Out of nowhere, he backs me up against the wall and lifts both of my feet from the floor making me almost fall but I quickly wrap both of my legs around his waist as I feel his fingers fidgeting with his belt whilst savagely kissing me. What is going on? I try to pull away feeling uncomfortable with what he's doing especially because I had no idea this was going to happen and he didn't give any sign either.
"Ahem, ahem" I hear someone cough and Dylan pulls away. We both look into the direction where the voice was coming from and see a security guard standing a few feet away from us with his arms crossed. He then lets go of me and starts adjusting his belt leaving me to pull my shorts up and comb through my hair with my fingers, "I'm sorry, we uh were looking for restrooms" erm no we weren't.
"You don't look like the type" he looks at me, pointing out that it's a very suspicious. Dylan scoffs, "Yeah, she's a piece, doesn't look like it though. The quiet ones are the best, believe me pal" he starts laughing at first and then his laugh fades and is replaced with a sarcastic smirk. The security guard looks at him in a disbelieving way, "Anyway, we're sorry again and we'll find another place" he says as he puts his arm around my shoulder bringing me closer to him and leading me out of the room and back into the corridor leaving the security guard alone in the room.
He then lets go of my shoulder and slides his hand into mine while still walking me out, "I'm so sorry about that" he says in a meaningful way and I see his cheeks redden. Aw that's so cute. "About what?" I try to sound casual, "That scenery" he replies. Dylan, you little shit, you could have told me what you were doing before doing what you did. "I could have handled it better" I confidently say, "In your dreams, princess" that nickname, oh my god that nickname, internally squealing.
We stop outside by the fountain and sit on a bench and my mind automatically takes me back to when we went to the theme park and Dylan dropped me into the water fountain and everyone else joined in too. I start laughing at the memories and he looks at me weirdly probably thinking am a retard, "why you laughing?" he smiles and I know that this one is a genuine smile, although I'd like to know what's behind it, what made him smile, me being weird or me laughing making him smile? I'll never know.
"Just remembered when we went to the theme park and you dropped into the fountain" I say looking down at my feet dangling from the bench, "Good times, you wanna try again?" he asks with a little laugh, "No thanks, I'd rather pass being wet this time"
"Yeah well we should get going inside again" he informs as he stands up from the bench holding his hand out once again, "Ooh, a gentleman" I sarcastically say making him chuckle, "What can I say? It's in my nature" I start laughing at his silly response as well as we both go inside.
We walk through the long corridor that leads to the main hall where all the students are. "You think he looks like me?" he goes to a painting on the wall and imitates the person drawn on the painting, "I am from the 1800's where everyone talks like this" the puts on a British accent because the painting is from England and makes me laugh. He then goes to the next painting and takes out a black marker and draws a moustache on the man in the painting, "Dylan what did you do? There's camera's everywhere, if we get caught were screwed!" I whisper shout and he just turns to me and laughs, "It's okay, my dad's a lawyer, I'm sure he'll just talk his way out of it" I sigh and he chuckles again, this guy isn't for real.
"You know, I'm actually a masterpiece" he stops before the hall and says that and then winks at me and I pull my really confused look, "Because we're in a museum and I'm sexy, get it?" he explains and lifts his t-shirt up showing his abs, ugh why is he so lame, but I love him. What?? Did I say think that? Oh wow. I roll my eyes and we both enter the hall joining the group as if nothing ever happened and we were there the whole time.
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