Dylan looked at me struggling to keep a straight face "yeah; the study group ran a little late because christy is had a hard time figuring how to multiply irrational numbers." he told parents
"Oh, that makes sense that girl would be smarter if she applied herself more." My stepdad said jokingly to my Mom " Henry, that not nice. She also pretty she no need to be smart " my Mom said joking back at him. My parents don't hate christy; they are do love her. They love gossiping behind people back. "which is why you have study extra hard to get into good school" my mom said pinching my cheek and sometimes they will tell you directly. Especially, when the guy you like is standing right next to you. "thanks, mom" I felt like my mom just called me ugly "we give you time to talk," my mom said pushing my dad inside. Dylan stayed silent for a minute "I don't think you look bad," Dylan said smiling
" Dylan, I know you're trying to make me feel better, but my mom tells me stuff like that all the time," I said frowning Dylan stepped closer to me . "but still... Your mom can be a bit embracing" it was nice of Dylan trying to make me smile, so I hugged him. Which surprised Dylan at first, but he warmed up to it." thanks for taking me home Dylan," I said with my face buried in his chest. He smells so nice like peppermint. " your welcome," he said hugging me back, then patted me on the head. " I suppose you want your jacket back," I said looking up at him. " Nah, you can keep it. I'm rich to remember I can buy another one. Although that is my favorite jacket." Dylan said inches away from my face. I giggled " you're an asshole," I said playful punching him in the arm. Dylan caught my hand and held it in his for a second. My face turned bright red. " well...I'll see you at school," I told him, I'm terrible at ending conversations, " yeah I'll talk to you later" Dylan started to leave, but stopped " hey do you want a ride to school tomorrow?" , I got excited about it, "Yes! I rather not ride with Charlie and Christy tomorrow" I hope my that face isn't still red. "yeah, any place with that guy would be hell" he said waving goodbye. Dylan always finds a way to make me less awkward. I don't know how he does it, but it gets me every time.