Chp 3 Dylan and Dates (not what you think!)

Max's POV

After Nick was assaulted by his old stalker's twin, we went to my dorm where I was met with an overly-enthusiastic hug.

"Ahh!" I yelled, backpedaling. My roommate detached herself from me and proceeded to check Nick out. That annoyed me for some reason. My roommate was African-American, with curly brown hair and mocha-colored skin.

"Hi! I'm Monique! You must be Max, my roommate! Hi! Who's this? He's hot, but not really my type. Is he your brother? You don't look alike. Is he your boyfriend? Ooh, Max! Workin' it already! Or did you know each other before? I mean, sometimes friends end up going to the same boarding school." She said that all in one breath.

"This is Nick, he showed me how to get here. No, he's not related or my boyfriend. I just met him. Did I get everything?" I tried to answer all her questions. Nick shoved his hands in his pockets and stood there awkwardly.

"Um, seeya," Nick muttered before leaving. Heartfelt person. But I had the feeling like I knew him. Weird.

Line break! Yeah!

Next day

I looked at my schedule and went into my first class. The teacher, Mr. Greene, smiled at me. I was late, and most of the seats were already taken.

"Hi, I'm Mr. Greene, you must be Ms. Martinez. You can sit over next to Mr. Ride." I frowned, scanning the class. Nobody was waving or anything, indicating that they were Mr. Ride. I heard Mr. Greene groan. "Mr. Ride, raise your hand." I hand came halfway up and I rolled my eyes and made my way over. I blinked when I saw who Mr. Ride was.

"Nick?" I asked. Nick looked at me and the edges of his lips curled up a millimeter. I sat down next to Nick Ride and pulled out my stuff. Mr. Greene told us it was a free period to mingle, so I turned to Nick.

"What's your schedule?" I asked, handing him mine. He scanned it quickly and handed it back, along with his own. My eyes flickered back and forth between the two papers. "We have all the same classes," I said. Nick nodded. "Do you ever talk?"

"I talked yesterday, didn't I?" Nick mumbled.

"What, do you have a word quota of the day? Like you can't say more than ten words a day or something?"

"60," Nick replied without missing a beat. "I said 55 words yesterday to you." Mentally, I counted the words he has said today.

"You're at 13 now." Nick nodded in agreement. "Why'd you use up so many of your words on me?" Nick shrugged. I was about to speak again, but a shadow fell over me and a large hand slammed down on my desk. A handsome face dropped down uncomfortably close to mine.

"Hey, I'm Dylan Gunther-Hagen. Who are you?" He gave me a blinding smile.

"Max," I muttered. Dylan plopped his butt down on my desk, smiling at me.

"Max, cool name! Is it short for Maxine?" he asked cheerfully, flipping his hair, trying to look cool. He had blonde hair and turquoise eyes. I gave him my best death glare, which made him shrink down a little.

"It's short for Maximum." I hated being called Maxine. Nick stood up, his features blank, but I noticed the dark shadow passing through his eyes as he looked at Dylan. Then he turned to talk to a young-looking boy.

"I play football, I was star quarterback back at my old school," Dylan bragged. "Hey, I was wondering, would you-" Nick was suddenly at my side with his new friend.

"Hi, I'm Zephyr Walker," the young-looking boy said cheerfully. He still had a roundness to his face and a joyful glint in his blue eyes. He had blonde hair spiked, dyed blue on the tips. "I'm a couple years younger than you guys, I got early admission, I guess. I'm really smart when it comes to explosives and that kind of stuff. Science." He smiled sheepishly. He pointed at Nick. "This guy wanted me to talk to you?" Dylan growled.

"Yo, dude, can we talk?" Dylan ground out to Nick. Nick nodded and they walked out of earshot. Or so they thought. I had extra-sensitive hearing. I eavesdropped on their conversation.

"What the hell, man?" Dylan whisper-yelled. Nick looked coolly uninterested, raising an eyebrow to mean, what?

"Oh, you know what I mean!" Nick still said nothing, merely looking innocently curious. "I was about to ask her out! You and your friend Zipper totally interrupted!" Nick crossed his arms defiantly. Dylan was getting madder. "What are you, mute? Come on, emo boy, faggot, got scars on your arms?" he mocked cruelly. I cringed inwardly. Well, that escalated quickly. Nick was pissed off now, I could tell.

"Fuck off, asshole," Nick said softly. Dylan smiled triumphantly.

"Oh, you can talk. Cool. Now, emo fag, I wanna tell you something, man to man. I got a goal, you know? For this year. I'm gonna break every girl's heart. Sleep 'em and dump 'em, you know? My goal is to make sure there's not a virgin girl on campus." Dylan smirked. "Last year, I succeeded at my old school. Even juggled five girls at once. 'Course, I dumped 'em all quick." Nick was quiet for a moment. My blood was boiling now. How dare he?

"The fuck is wrong with you?" Nick asked simply, as calmly as if he was asking for his name. Dylan scowled.

"Nothing. Women are just toys for men. Someone has to teach them their place. I'm doing mankind a favor. It isn't their place to think or speak. They are meant to be obedient and a good fuck. Something the matter, faggot?" Nick's eyes blazed with fury. (A/N: Dylan's views on women are not my actual opinion, I just wanted to make Dylan a sexist jerk. I'm not sexist myself.)

I walked over to them and pretended I hadn't heard Dylan's sexist comments. Dylan's scowl instantly disappeared and he winked at me. "Oh, hi, Max," Dylan said smoothly. "We were just discussing women's rights. I'm all for powerful women. I can't help but admire you, I can tell you're a strong, independent woman." Nick's jaw clenched. Dylan continued on. "Max, from the moment I lay eyes on you, I knew we were meant to be. We would get married, have a kid or two, grow old together, forever faithful, forever in love. Would you do me the great honor and make me a very happy man by going on a date with me?"

I had to admit, if I hadn't heard what Dylan was saying before, I would've been hooked. I decided to see how much Dylan was willing to lie in order to get me to sleep with him.

"Let me ask you this, Dylan. Have you ever done it with a girl before?" I asked bluntly.

"Max, my sweet, I cannot lie to you. I am a virgin, pure as a dove. To be perfectly honest," Dylan leaned closer to me, "I've never had my first kiss before." He leaned back, a shy smile on his face. He was clearly experienced at wooing and lying to women.

"Sorry, I have a boyfriend," I said, turning to Nick and grabbing his hand. Nick didn't pull away, returning the favor from yesterday. Dylan sneered at Nick.

"Him? He's gay, told me so himself. You're better than him, Max, I know you are. Whatever words of love and adoration he's spoken to you, they're lies. I can do you better, Max, he's no good for you." Dylan looked at me with pleading eyes, but I could see the coldness underneath them.

Having enough of Dylan's hypocrisy, I snarled at him, "Oh? Nick's no good? Well, he's a hell of a lot better than you. I'd rather date a gay than a sexist pig like you who just wants to steal girls virginities! And don't get me started on lying. You just want a girl to be your slave. You've had so many girlfriends, you've probably lost count. Well, let me tell you, I'm not going to stoop to their levels. I won't give you any, so just back off! At least Nick would tell me the truth." Actually, I'd just met him yesterday. I have no idea what he's like.

Dylan's handsome features twisted into something cruel and evil. He snapped at me, obviously not used to being talked back to. "Fine! You want the truth, Maximum? I'm not a virgin, I've taken 142 girls virginities, and slept with 305. Yes, I only want girls for their bodies. I hate independent women, women should be obedient and silent. Seen, not heard. Happy now?" Dylan's face was red.

"Good luck getting a date now, Dylan," Zephyr called out. Dylan looked around, realizing the entire class had heard what we were saying. Many had their phones out, taking video. Dylan was frozen for a second before dashing out of the room, the entire class laughing at him.

Nick suddenly pulled me closer to him. "Be my friend?" he asked so low I could barely hear him.

"Best friends," I promised.

Mwwuhhahahaha. Dylan the sexist pig has been embarrassed! Nick and Max are now besties! Yay! Sorry if I accidentally type "Fang" instead of "Nick", for now I mean Nick. I'm just used to writing Fang. You know? ~Hellisa