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BAD CUPID!

•Created By: Snow Marisvega•

Chapter 1

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•(You're allowed to ship whoever you want, just know that, it might not happen. Just saying)

•( It contains strong language and mature/violent content in certain chapters, so if you have a problem with it, I suggest you don't read the story)

***

What's the worst part about moving away, to a new town? A new place.

A whole new city. It's the New school.

We didn't have a choice when moving out, not that we got kicked out but dad got transferred and so here we are, in California, San Diego. Leaving my friends was real hard for me, I've lived in Seattle for eight years, that was my dad's second transfer and I thought it was permanent not until he got transferred again.
'This time, it's gonna the last time.'
They said.

And when I say leaving my friends, they aren't even up to four.

Eight years in Seattle was definitely not eight days, Seattle was like home. It was home. I had a best friend, she was amazing, annoying and also a slut but those are the best kind of best friends and now I miss her like crazy. I've been here for four days now, and she does give me feedbacks on the things happening back home. The new guy she slept with and the one she'll sleep with.
But then looking at the bright side, I'm happy just for one reason. I never get to see my ex again. Do you guys have any idea what it's like to see your ex everyday cause he's your neighbor? Like. Living next door. Nuh uh. I'm gonna give you an advice.

Never fall in love with your neighbor,

Its so not good. It was cute at first but after the 'it's over part'? It was awkward. Awkwardly weird. I'd dodge him at first but then I asked myself what the hell I was doing. That was two weeks after being stupid, and yeah. I'm gay. 100% gay. Not Bi. Not curious. Gay.

A little part of me is gone, torn, shattered, cause of everything I left behind. Damn you parents. But then, our new house isn't that bad. Honestly, California has nice houses. Well..San Diego. Ours isn't small or big. It's just...homey and I do love my new room, it even has it's own bathroom. Ha! That part is amazing.

I admit did have my doubts at first, about this place, I begged and begged for them to go without me that I'll be fine . I'm seventeen. But that was the problem. I was seventeen. Still a minor. My parents are assholes, I love my mom tho but she can be an asshole too and I am just six months away from being eighteen then I'll go back.

Oh wait,

I turn eighteen next year, even my brain fast forwards it and can't wait to reach adulthood. Ugh.

And then,

I have college. So that has to wait. I'm gonna be going to Harvard. I know y'all might say or think 'how tf? ' or 'I'm not gonna get in' or 'he's wasting his time' but I do know I'm gonna get in or at least I hope so. I've always wanted to go to Harvard. I don't know why but I did and if I get rejected by Harvard then it's gonna be the next big thing. UCLA. You didn't think I was gonna say Oxford did you? Pfft. No thank you.

And here I am, in my new home. Terrified about this new school thing. I hate being the new kid. In school, in town. The worst.

They always say I'm trouble and they are right, back at home, they called me the 'white haired wizard' cause of how mean I was and it wasn't intentional. It's just. Don't come my way looking for trouble cause I won't run, I'll hand it to you. In the face or with words. I mean some people just need a high five.....in the face......with a chair.

I am antisocial too, I'm not a party person and I don't really keep friends cause everyone is fake, well most people and it's not my thing and I just feel there's no need for friends and so that makes me weird to people, I'm always on my own, . It's all because of Isabelle that I get to go out, she never takes NO for an answer and She's the best friend. I might seem all cheerful and stuff but I cannot finish a conversation without being sarcastic, I can't try acting like I love something when I don't and the only person that understands me is me and well my mom. She's my second best friend. Weird? Screw you then.

Now back to this school thing, how do I cope, I'm not supposed to care but it's not easy being the new kid. It never is. No matter who you are or what and I know how much of a trouble I can cause and I c-

"Dylan," Mom called snapping me out of my thoughts, I looked up and at her with arched brows.

"Hmm?"

"Are you gonna eat that cereal or will you both still go ahead with your staring contest, the one that has been going on for the past-" She looked at her watch. "....eight minutes." She finished.

"Oh. Eight minutes? There's no way I'm eating this then, It'd be soaked. Plus I'm not hungry." I said and stood up taking the bowl of cereal and putting it in the sink.

"You okay?"

"Why?"

"You ate your cereal in a bowl." She said and I sighed.

"Okay fine, I don't wanna go to school."

"Nervous much?" She asked and I turned to her. I gave a small nod, leaning on the sink.

"Sweetie, I know it's a new school and it's a new everything but you'll be fine." She smiled holding her cup of coffee.

"Mom, It's a new school. With new people and new everything, It's not gonna be fine. Everyone will stare when I walk in."

Did she not understand?

"Oh hun, no one will even notice."

I stared at her blankly, with no expression.

Ouch, but still...

"I. Have. WHITE HAIR!" I emphasized.

"A lot of people have white hair," she shrugged as she took another sip from her coffee.

"I....well true, but I have white hair and I'm also good looking. I really don't wanna be popular here, and just want a normal high school. People always make a big deal out of me being born with white hair."

"Well, first of all sweetie, you always draw attention to yourself and so, I think it will be very very and I mean verrrry hard for you to be invisible." She said and looked at me. "I mean, have you met you?"

"Mom." I gave her a blank stare. "Not funny."

She dropped her cup in the sink and walked to me with a small smile. "As much as I wanna argue with you, I will just say this so I can look like a loving mother. Sweetie, you're over reacting, you'll be fine and I know highschool is full of evil kids that lowkey have Satan's DNA in them but, like i said you will be fine." She said and patted my shoulder.  "It's you. They can't torment you, it's the other way around." She said with a small giggle.

"Now come on, I'll drive you to school or you're gonna be late, imagine the new kid coming late to school." she said with a snort. "That'd be crazy, you'll be the talk of the school for two things this time." She said as she walked past me. I glared at her as she walked.

Oh, this damn woman.

I sighed and picked up my backpack, following her out to the car.

***

"Honey, if you don't like your white hair then just dye it black" she shrugged as she drove. I slowly looked away from the window and at her with a frown.

"Ma?"

"Hmm?"

I took a deep breath. "You know what's gonna happen if I dye my hair, right?"

"No, what?"

"Your mother."

She snickered like an evil witch.

"She said to always love my hair and I mean I do but in our timeline you get people who ask you questions that don't make sense. Did you know someone called me an unfinished semen growth?"

"Why would they say that?"

"Exactly! And then a kid asked me if I used to sleep with my sister because the house of Targaryen had their incest customs."

"And what did you tell him?"

"That he'll die in his sleep."

"Dylan!!"

"I was joking! Of course he didn't know that but it's not like he was actually gonna die cause I said so. Anyways, that's not the point. I actually wish you had full white hair to know how I feel."

"Thanks but no thanks, I love my hair the way it is, it gives me that Rouge girl from xmen vibes." she said and smiled at herself.

"Yeah, all black and white like an old woman who is about to die from lack of oxygen the next day." I said and her smile turned to a frown

I got my white hair from my mom's side of the family . It is sort of hereditary, I don't know, some of my uncles and aunts have it, grams have it, some of my cousins do, my mom does and me too and everyone has different kinds. It's either fully white like mine or some other kinda shit. Mom doesn't have full white hair like me, she had full black and few strands of white hair right at the middle. She knew how to style it and make it look good, people just thought she'd dyed it white or something and she didn't care, she actually loved it that way.

"Hey, shut up, you stupid shit, I look eighteen"

I snorted. "Yeah, and I'm just three months old."

"You just keep surprising me every time," She shook her head. "But don't worry, you will make good friends, you'll see" she assured me.

"Good friends? You mean the ones who smoke and does drugs and go to clubs?" I grinned. "They're the best."

"Come home one day smelling like pot, and you'll wake up the next day bald and naked in an island, I promise you." She threatened and then flashed me a sweet smile as if she had not just threatened me.

"Aw, the love we have for each other." I flashed her a smile.

My mom was crazy, she's a good mom, a really good one but let me tell you the kind of woman she is.

One day when I was five, i stole a cupcake, mom asked if anyone took one cause it was missing and I denied. Two hours later, i couldn't find my goldfish, I asked my mom and she said she used it to make the cupcakes. That she learnt it online, a secret recipe. I screamed and puked and cried that I ate one and I ate Andy my goldfish and how could she even think of doing that to Andy. Was her plan all along. She brought out Andy and that was how I got grounded for stealing a cupcake and lying about it.

"We're here" mom grinned. "Eastwood high"

Wait what?

I looked over at the school.

"Eastwood high? What kind of name is that? Where they out of names for the school? " I asked as I undid my seat belt and came down. "Oh maybe a few blocks away there's another school we'd see. It could be Westbrick high, the sister of Eastwood high, momma. I wanna go there" I said with a big smile, making fun of the school.

Mom sighed and shook her head. "Don't you ever think that the reason  you don't have any friends is because of that sarcasm that drips out of every sentence you make?" She asked as she started heading into the school, not sparing me a glance. "Your attitude is shitty."

Well, fuck you too.

"Ha. Ha" I rolled my eyes and followed her.

Well Dylan. Welcome to Eastwood High.

"Just keep an open mind. You are already putting down this, so you might just not let you enjoy it, that happens when you've set your mind to hate something." She said as she walked.

"Hmmph. You might have a point."

"Of course I do, I'm your mother. You're not as smart as I am."

"How does it make you feel to always compare yourself to your son?" I asked her as we walked. "Must feel really good to put me down and uplift yourself." I said and she stopped walking.

"Dylan," she called softly and I turned to her. "You're right, it does feel good." She said and walked past me, flipping her hair in my face.

Bitch.

The school wasn't that bad looking to be honest, the same school lockers thing down the hallway, some posters about the school clubs and something about panthers?  Anyways, mom was finally gone after we'd seen the principal and I had gotten my locker code.

In mom's words before departing. "Whatever happens, be nice. I know it is hard but be nice, because if you get detention or get suspended this week, I will ship you off to Iran."

Tsk.

I was looking for my locker now, I hated this. How I had to walk around like a puppy who got separated from his family and didn't even know where he was headed. I was ignoring the students who noticed someone new was in their school and just stared at my schedule as I walked, acting like I knew my way around the halls.

"Oh, would you look at that! Starting school with Biology." I flashed a smile. "Isn't that just amazing." I said to myself as I looked at my schedule while walking. I was about to curse, when I ran into something, something hard and I found myself falling on my ass.

"Well, ow!"

"Are you okay?" A voice asked. I looked up with a sigh, ready to answer and just then I couldn't even get the words out.

"Am I dead?" I asked in a soft tone. He chuckled, showing his white sparkling teeth and shook his head

"Hit you that hard huh?" He smirked and my heart disappeared.

So, I must give you all some warning. I can be very dramatic, mostly mentally, and this is one of those times.

So,

Guys, let us take a moment to mourn my soul because I'm pretty sure I'm dead because this can't be real and this sexy human isn't right infront of me.

But wait, I'm breathing.

Now, I don't know what, but if you ever bump into a hot guy on your first day of school, or in a mall, or the airport or shit, then you're one lucky person and that definitely means you're Y/N. I mean everyone is the main character in their lives, right? 

Wrong.

Some people are just destined to be side characters forever, even extras, and you'll see the signs. My Grandmother told me everyone had their own stories, which means they were all main characters in their own life. I think thats pathetic cause your story might be boring, so you're definitely not one.

And my life?

My life is far from boring.

Like now.

This one moment.

I blinked and looked up at him.

He was motherfucking real.

It's my first day and I am thirsting over a boy I don't even know his name. Sex starved much?

But this scene right here that was happening to me was definitely something.

This is crazy, and i will explain why. I have read thousands of books about meeting a hot guy on your first day at school or work or whatever and then it is sealed by the god of destruction or something like that and guess what? That was me right now.

The boy in front of me was tall, he had full thick brows that came down and made him look like the hot version of Jaffa. I mean Jaffa is still kinda hot, but you get the point. How did those brows suit him so good?

And his lips? My eyes went straight to them because I am a kisser, my lips like to be bussy, I meant busy, and that is why my attention got drawn to them.

Hormones.

It was my first day, I shouldn't be staring this much, but what can I do? I mean, look at him!

Don't stare.

Stare.

Oh shut up, brain.

Jesus. He's goddamn hot. He's like a real life Hebrew god, even though I have no idea what they look like, I just assume he was definitely one. His hair was dark and his eyelashes were definitely godlike. Cheekbones? A hundred percent and that jaw of his. It was so sharp, it'd cut my finger. God really did create him on Sunday, perfect structured face with his bad boy ear rings.

Okay boy, you need to stop, this is getting embarrassi-

Thick arms, he's definitely Zeus son. His body is perfect, it's like Chris Hemsworth standing right in front of me mixed with Zayn and also David Beckham. Oh my God. I could stab him with a knife and it'd break.

Okay I'm over exaggerating on that but you understand.

Let's not act like we've never seen a guy so hot, our brain starts to exaggerate and this was me right now. I haven't really looked at boys in like a long time. I hated my school, I hated the boys there, and my town people and I, let's just say we weren't really besties, so I was not interested in the boys who wanted to be in my pants.

I come to this fucking town and I'm already drawn to a boy. That's not how my life was supposed to be. I'm supposed to be the bad bitch in this mother fucking sch-

He then snapped his fingers, I flinched and blinked back to reality, he still had that devilish smirk and then he walked away with two other guys behind him. They were all baseball players or football was it? I can't differentiate but i could tell with their jackets and all. Is he serious? He didn't even say sorry.

"Hey, are you okay?" A voice behind me asked while I stared at Mr. Sexy. I turned to the male voice and smiled and stood up.

"Yeah. I'm.. I'm fine." I nodded and looked back again to see him before he disappeared. I turned back to the guy who was smiling at me, he was also one of them, the jocks I mean, he had the same jacker as them.

He was brunette, tall, and had some muscles too but nothing like the first guy, nuh uh, noooot even close.

"Must have hit you hard huh?"

Yeah and he didn't even apologize.

Not that I cared, I mean I wouldn't mind if we did more than hitting each other, I could really use a dick, it's been so long. Like...fifty years?

"Yeah, but I'll survive." I replied, smiling softly.

"Are you...new? Cause I'm sure I haven't seen you around." He arched his left brow.

"Well, yes I am the new kid who apparently can't find his locker but still feels that school joy." I sarcastically replied.

He chuckled. "I can help you find your locker."

I looked at him immediately, brows furrowed in relied.

"You would? " I asked.

"Yeah, sure." He took the schedule from me and looked at it. "I can also take you to your first period."

"I would say 'oh no. I'll manage, I don't wanna stress you out' but please do." I groaned, frustrated while he laughed.

"You're funny," he grinned "Come on, let's go before the bell rings." He began began to walk and of course i followed.

"So, tell me, what's Eastwood like?" I asked as I caught some students staring at me. I frowned at them and looked away.

"Well, normal. It's nice. The teachers are okay. You'd understand if you paid attention in class and there are jocks and geeks and cheerleaders and..."

"Mister, It's not my first day in high school." I cut him off and he chuckled again.

"Sorry, and the name's Christian." He smiled. I looked over at him and nodded.

"Dylan."

"Cool. So Dylan, why'd you leave your old school?"

"My dad got transferred, so I left my hometown." I answered. "Starting afresh, and I can't exactly stay at home and avoid school."

"Oh, makes sense. Uh...where exactly did you move from? "

"Seattle."

"Never been there."

"A week ago I'd say I've never been to San Diego," I shrugged. "But look how things turned out."

Christian chuckled. "You miss there?"

I just saw a Hebrew god. I'm not sure I do anymore.

"Yeah, kinda." I nodded.

"Well," he stopped walking. "This right here..." He knocked on a locker. "...is your locker"

"Oh, thank you so much Christian" I gave a sigh of relief and put in my combination numbers, it opened and I let out another sigh and began putting in some books.

"So, you have biology first huh?"

"Yeah. I do," I answered as I closed the locker, locking it and looked over at him.

"So where's the...."

"Yo, CHRISTIAN!" A loud jock-like voice called out, getting both our attention. He indeed was a Jock. He was on the stairs at the other side of the hall. "COACH NEEDS US RIGHT NOW. RIGHT NOW!"

"I..." He sighed and looked at me. "Dylan, I'm so...."

"Go, you've done enough. I think I can find my first period myself. Thanks again." I smiled at him. He smiled back and began walking backwards fast.

"I'll see you later," he said and then began to run to the other guy.

"Yeah, hopefully" I said the last part, slightly. And when he was out of sight. I looked back at my schedule.

Okay Dylan, you have five min....oh wait..four minutes to find your class. Oh well, I can always use the 'I'm new' excuse, even though it's old ,it works.

I shrugged and went on the search.

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Author's note.

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Dylan Dexwell.

Hey. I don't know if this book is worth it so if it is. Just let me know down the comment what you think. Bad or good? Should I still continue? And I hope y'all love it.