chapter eleven

m o r e l i k e d y l a n o ' b e m y b o y f r i e n d

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Character Picture: Allie your not so favourite character hahahaha

Dedication to @obrienslover bc dylan o'brien is bae, and she suggested to buy nate off ebae and asdfghjkl

dedi to my favourite comment ;)

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"You're kidding me," Brandon deadpanned, disbelief clear in his confused expression.

I looked at Tyler, and we burst out laughing. We had told everyone at the table that we were actually fake dating-they asked why but we refused to tell them, which would be embarrassing-a few laughed while others just looked at us like 'seriously'.

"So, did you break up because you are actually dating now, or . . . ?" Brandon trailed off.

"No, no, no," I flush bright red. "We aren't dating."

Tyler just shrugs. I gape, punching his arm weakly. He didn't even flinch, he just looked down with an amused smirk on his lips wondering if that really was my hardest punch.

No, of course not, I'm not that mean.

Yes, it was. I'm weaker than a feather.

"Dime otra vez por qué somos amigos?" I poked my tongue out at Tyler. He mimicked me, his green eyes twinkling with happiness. (Tell me again why we're friends?)

Seeing Tyler happy is something that you would want to see on repeat. He gets this look in his eye, and his genuine boyish smile shows. I would take seeing him happy and teasing me than down in the dumps and depressed like he's been all morning. I wonder what he thinks about our 'break up'.

"Espera, cuando hemos sido amigos?" He smirks. I resist pushing him off his chair. (Wait, since when have we been friends?)

"Porque me amas y yo soy fabulosa," I flick his forehead. (Because you love me and I'm fabulous)

"Eres tan fabuloso como un burro muerto," he snorts in amusement. (You're as fabulous as a dead donkey)

"Regresa lo que dijiste," I glare at him straight in the eyes. He smiles boyishly, his dimple showing on his left cheek. I've always been a sucker for dimples. (You take that back)

"No."

"Si."

"No."

"Si."

"No."

"Si," I glare furiously. I'm not actually furious-I'm actually having heaps of fun fighting with him-but I'm making it out as if I am even though he knows I'm not. It's kind of hard to pretend to be angry, because I'm fighting off the smile that is tempting me to show.

Tyler was about to retaliate, but Austin, who was sitting a few seats down from him, interrupted. "I know what you're saying, you know?" He fights back a laugh, "You even fight like a bunch of sissy's in Spanish. Now that takes talent. Now I definitely don't regret Grandma teaching us Spanish because I would miss out on you guys fighting all the time."

"What are they saying?" Nate whines, he bangs his head against the cafeteria table. Nothing makes Nate annoyed more than us speaking Spanish in front of him. He gets so confused and it's so cute. Heck, nearly all boys look cute when they're confused.

"I heard love, donkey and fabulous," Emily pats Nate's shoulder as if to say 'I know you suck at Spanish, but I love you anyway'. Okay, it probably didn't mean that but I'm going to think to myself that it did. It's so cute that my two best friends like each other.

"You heard right," I snort in laughter. "Ten points to you Emily. I need to teach you things other than swear words," I winced. All I did was teach her how to say shit, horny, crap etc. The usual, you know.

"Thanks, I really needed those ten points," she fake sniffles, wiping away the non-existent tears from her eyes. "I know Gryffindor would be proud of me."

"Shut it, Snape," Brandon snaps cheekily. Emily gasps and slaps his arm. Nate sits back in his chair and I know for a fact that he is jealous about that small exchange. Yeah, they like each other that much.

"Nova," Clark calls out. I turn my head to the side to look at him. He was down the other end of the table with the rest of the football team who we don't usually talk much to since they stay with each other. "Just so you know, there was more to the fake relationship than you think," he winks, turning back around to his conversation with Cameron.

"Clark is so cryptic today," I sigh to Tyler. "It's like, one moment he's being all possessive and shit, then the next he's telling me things in the Da Vinci Code."

"He likes to do that," Tyler tugs on the sleeve of my shirt. I'm wearing an off the shoulder tee (it's actually Austin's because I couldn't find any clothes that would go with my shorts that were clean) with ripped denim shorts. "Thinks it makes him look smarter."

I nod. Tyler continues to play with the sleeve of my shirt, twisting it around between his fingers. It's probably a really odd sight to see especially after we just kind of broke up.

"Is this Austin's shirt," I freeze as Tyler laughs.

"No," I lie.

"Stop lying," he puts his hand on my chin and turns my head so it's facing him again. "I'm not that stupid," he mimics Clark from this morning.

My heart is beating so fast, I didn't like it. I quickly pulled my head out of Tyler's grasp, who is now frowning and looking a little hurt.

I heard what Allie said today, and I know for a fact that it isn't a good idea to get involved with Tyler with her around. She'll make my life a living hell if anything does end up happening.

I cast my eyes downwards to my packet of Doritos, grabbing one and popping it in my mouth. I look up to see Emily looking like her eyes were going to bug out of her head.

"Sleepover tonight," she demanded, "Your house."

I nodded, "Sounds good."

Emily and I are that close we don't even really need to organise sleepovers or anything. She just says she's coming over and next minute the doorbell is ringing even though she lives fifteen minutes away. The reason we don't go to Emily's house is because her mom is borderline abusive when he's drunk. Emily doesn't like to admit that, but I stayed over there once and she got so drunk that she started stabbing the counter with a huge meat cleaver. I was honestly scared out of my head.

My dad drinks, but he isn't abusive - he is way too intoxicated to even be able to hold a knife properly. He'd probably grab the sharp end and wonder why it isn't working.

So, from then on, Emily only came over Nate or mine.

"Hey, what about me," Nate pouts. "How about movies at mine? James downloaded heaps of new movies that are just out of the cinemas."

I know that Emily just wants it to be us, but she nods nevertheless. I grin excitedly. As much as I dislike James, he downloads movies for us so that makes up for his assholey-ness.

"Can I come?" Tyler speaks up. He'd pulled out an apple from his bag and was munching on it slowly.

"Sure," Nate nods, "Too much estrogen, need more testosterone."

Tyler laughs and holds out his arm to fist bump Nate.

"Are you guys coming to the first game of the season?" Nate directs his attention to Emily and me.

"Sure," I shrug. I don't exactly like football, but I like to support my friends. "When is it?"

"A few weeks away," he confirms, "It's a home game. We're against Halston High. They're not a good team to start the season with," he winces, "They'll kick our asses."

Halston High has a very competitive football team. Halston is only ten minutes away from Octavia and our rival team by all means. Halston kids and Octavia kids don't associate with each other no matter what. The coach refuses them to speak to each other it's that bad.

I know for a fact though, that Nate and Tyler and the rest of the guys often go to Halston parties. Rumour has it that they're much better than Octavia ones. Nate has invited me to go to them many times, but I don't even risk it.

"There's going to be a party afterwards," Nate starts, "You're coming to this one, okay?"

I sigh, "Seriously? You know that I don't like parties that much."

He shrugs, "Your opinion is irrelevant."

I just poke my tongue out at him.

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School ended quickly. A few rumours about Tyler and my relationship were still around, but I either ignored them or denied them because none of them were true at all. Genevieve was devastated that Tyler and I weren't actually dating, but suggested that it would happen sooner or later.

I just laughed at her, because Genevieve is very much into the whole 'soul mate' conspiracies. She also believes that our fighting is a definite sign of sexual tension.

Oh, Genevieve.

She, much like Brandon and Eloise, shows a lot of PDA. Well, she kisses her boyfriend like a dog in heat.

It's the end of the day, and Emily and I are making our way to Nate's car. Emily didn't drive to school this morning either - apparently she was already planning on hitching a ride from Nate - so she didn't have to worry about her car staying the night at school.

I shot gunned the front seat, but Nate insisted that he would rather have Emily sit next to him. Whatever. So, I was stuck in the middle seat with Austin to my right and Tyler to my left.

"Tienes ganas?" Tyler speaks up to me after we all fell into a comfortable silence. (Are you horny?)

Austin chokes beside me, Emily snorts out in laughter while I just roll my eyes with an amused smile on my face. Nate whines in the front seat so Emily tells him what Tyler said.

"No," I laughed, nudging Tyler on the shoulder. He nudged back, and we continued to do that for the next few minutes before Tyler spoke up again.

"Estoy Cachondo," he wiggles his eyebrows. (I am horny)

I scrunch up my nose, "You're gross. Typical boy."

He shrugs in return.

We all make it back to Nate's house alive - thankfully. Why we wouldn't have? Well, I felt like strangling Emily and Austin who decided that singing along to One Direction was the perfect idea. Put Five Seconds of Summer on and I would sing along-but definitely not One Direction. Plus, Austin and Emily definitely don't have good singing voices.

The amount of times Tyler and I were wincing at the sound of Austin trying to hit high notes was impeccable. Nate thought it was just hilarious and put on a whole CD full of One Direction songs.

Eugh.

Why he has that CD? I have no clue - but I would like to check if he is insane or not. Don't get me wrong, One Direction isn't the worst band out. They aren't horrible singers - they just don't have the very best reputation - I have nothing against their music, it's just not my style. Sure, I listen to one of their songs every now and again but I don't buy their CD's or anything.

Nate locked his car after we all got out, making our way to his front door. Austin walked to our house instead, saying he needed to finish his game on his Xbox. I pulled the key out from under the cushion on the chair and opened the door for him, grinning sheepishly when Nate looked at me pointedly.

He left us in the living room to get comfortable while he went and got the movies. I was starving, so I went into the kitchen to purge on his food.

"Blessed being the New Founding Fathers for letting us purge and cleanse our souls. Blessed be America, a nation reborn," I recited to myself, finishing it off with a snort. I had memorised it off by heart because the Purge is an amazing movie and I have watched it way too many times to be classified as normal.

That, and Teen Wolf.

It isn't Dylan O'Brien, it's Dylan O'Bemyboyfriend.

I firmly believe in the fact that I will be marrying Dylan. We are soul mates.

"The Purge, seriously? You remembered the whole thing?" I turn to see Tyler walking into the kitchen with his hands tucked into his Khaki Ray shorts.

"Yeah," I puff out my chest in an act to make me look better than him, "Don't diss it, or I'll cleanse my soul on you."

"Oooh, I'm so scared," he laughs, lingering in the middle of the kitchen. "You know," he starts, licking his lips. "I don't think of you as a guy."

"Oh really?" I hum, fixating my attention from the fridge full of food to his smug expression.

"Mhm," he nods, walking closer to me until we're less than a metre apart. "Want me to prove it to you?"

My heart falters.

"W-what," I stuttered pathetically. Good job Nova, way to wreck the moment.

Then, his eyes start to flutter shut and I know that this is happening. Oh my god. Holy waffles. Holy taco Meowncé waffles. I've been kissed before-but damn, this is Tyler Bradford we're talking about.

Okay?

He's hot.

And gorgeous.

And popular.

And an asshole.

Right.

I felt mine shutting on accord as his lips got closer and closer, his breath mingling with mine. His lips had to be at least a centimetre away from mine. My heart decided to start skip beats now.

Tyler hand was holding my chin gently, and I felt that if he didn't, I would've crumpled and fallen down onto the floor.

Then, the door of the kitchen slammed open.

"Holy shit."

"Oh my god."

Tyler immediately retracted from me. "Oh for fucks sake," Tyler groans. "Uh, it's not what it looks like?"

I flush bright red. I'm highly aware that I probably look as red as a tomato, but I can't exactly stop it. I couldn't get the thought out of my head.

Tyler just nearly kissed me.

"Sorry," Nate drawled out. "I didn't expect to see you two nearly locking lips." He rolled his eyes, but I can tell that he's fighting back a grin. "Do you want a condom?"

I gape, "No!"

Nate shrugs, "Just wondering."

I look over to see Tyler laughing, but the tinge of pink of his tan cheeks tells me that he's equally as embarrassed. How awkward. Nate is the definition of awkward when he wants to be-especially when he barges into scenes like this.

"I'm-I'm just gonna finish purging," I pointed towards Nate's pantry. I awkwardly walked over to the food cupboard and grabbed a big bag of Doritos chips and salsa, then to the fridge to grab out some cheese.

Nate and Emily were long gone, while Tyler was waiting for me to finish making the nachos, leaning up against the counter watching my every move. Every time we make eye contact, I feel my cheeks get brighter and brighter until they're nearly cherry red.

Ugh, my cheeks are the exact look alike to a cherry or tomato right now.

"Stop staring," I snap after I couldn't take it any longer.

"Nope," he pops the 'p', "Are we going to finish what we started yet?"

I gasp, throwing a chip at his face. It misses him and falls weakly onto the floor.

Wow, way to kill the moment chip.

Instead of answering - because only blubbers of yes would come out - I leave the kitchen and go into the living room to start watching the movies. I take the recliner that I always sit in when I'm in there, and Tyler comes in about five minutes later. He lays down on the loveseat, his legs hanging off the end of it since he's so tall.

"What are we watching?" I ask Emily who is sitting next to Nate on the other couch. Nate looks so happy - so much that he kind of looks seedy - while Emily is smiling at me sheepishly.

Oh god, the Namily feels are real today.

Too much Tumblr for you today, dearest Nova. My stupid inner conscience told me. Too much Tumblr is not enough Tumblr, I retorted to myself.

Wow, that's stooping low now Nova. You're even talking to your self-conscience about Tumblr time management.

"Maze Runner," Emily replies.

I nod, but couldn't help the goofy grin from coming out. "DYLAN!" I screamed with excitement just at the thought of watching a movie with him in it.

Tyler shits himself when I scream, jumping up from the loveseat with a startled look on his face. "You're freaking crazy," he shakes his head. "I'm better looking than Dylan O'Brien. He's ugly."

"You take that back," I gasp. How dare he call my Dylan ugly?

"Admit that I'm sexier than him, and I will," he smirks challengingly. He knows that I am possessive of Dylan. Goddamnit.

"No," I stood my ground with a frown.

"Then I'm not taking that back."

"Fine," I tensed my jaw, "You're hotter than Dylan O'Brien."

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear that," the smirk on his lips told me otherwise.

"You're hotter than Dylan O'Brien." I spoke louder this time.

"Huh?"

"You're hotter than Dylan O'Brien." I screamed at him, throwing a nacho chip at his stupid face.

"Oh, I got it the first time," he replies smugly, "I just wanted to make you scream."

I choke on my chip. "You're a horny bastard."

He shrugs nonchalantly, "I did tell you I was horny though, didn't I?"

"Can you kindly refrain from trying to jump each other?" Nate comments while feasting on my nachos. "It's kind of uncomfortable, also slightly awkward for Emily and I, and I'm trying to watch the freaking movie."

"We were only fighting!" I shriek, throwing my hands up in the air in defence.

"Yeah, fighting," he snorted loudly, popping another chip into his mouth. "Then what happened in the kitchen?"

Tyler and I made no effort to say anything - frankly, we don't even know ourselves.

You nearly kissed, idiot!

Shut up self conscious, nobody likes you.

I have no clue where this puts us. Maybe he was just testing something out or something-I don't know. All I know is that my heart was beating way too frantically to be classified as normal.

"I hate him, I would rather chew my toenails off," Nate mimics what I used to say about Tyler.

"You said that about me?" Tyler feigns hurt, placing his hand on his heart and wiping an imaginary tear.

"Yup I sure did," I grinned, popping the 'p'.

"Can you just feel the sexual tension?" Emily asks Nate with a sigh, fanning herself with her hands. She's smirking proudly at her achievement while Nate nods, still shoveling my nachos into his huge mouth. Asshole.

I threw the couch cushion at her, narrowing my eyes. "You sit on a throne of lies."

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THEY WERE SO CLOSE

SO FRACKING CLOSE

the frustration is real.

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